ex-husband

what's her name ?

Suguru killed people.

Lots of people.

And he felt bad.

Not because he killed them.

But because he didn't feel any remorse about killing them.

He did it for his girls, and he would do it over and over again, no matter how it affected his relationship with Satoru. Satoru didn't understand at first. He didn't understand for years.

Until he had his own kid.

The elders always pestered Satoru. They always pressed him about finding Suguru and killing him. He was the most dangerous fugitive that the elders had to be dealing with. He was one of three special grades, and he could easily go on another killing spree again (he never did).

Satoru never broke, though. He would shrug and always tell them the same thing. Suguru was just as strong as he was, and Satoru just wasn't able to find him.

But that was a lie. Suguru was practically in plain sight. Whether he was at a restaurant, happily sharing a kids meal with his daughters or at an arcade, cheekily beating them at every game they challenged him to.

Suguru was happy, and he wasn't hurting anyone.

But he did one terrible, unforgiving thing and Satoru was angry at him for it. (Deep down, Satoru knew it wasn't for the actual killing. It was for leaving Satoru in the terrible world of jujutsu. Satoru couldn't give a fuck about people who abused children, after all. He would've killed them, too).

But that anger faded, completely, when he got to hold his daughter for the first time.

Your screams of pain were haunting.

Satoru gripped onto your hand tightly, afraid you would leave him somehow, if he held you any lighter.

Tsumiki was in this very same hospital, right now. She was dead asleep. She had been here for exactly a week now.

Satoru would not lose another one of his girls.

You struggled through it but you did it.

His heart burst with joy as he heard the cries. He didn't even look over at the baby. He immediately leaned over and planted kisses all over your face, despite your protests about your disgustingly sweaty face.

"Go hold your baby, 'Toru."

"Our baby," Satoru said right away. He didn't like these beliefs that had been put in your head by the stupid elders that conditioned you. This child was not his alone. If anything, it would be more right to say the child was yours. You were the one who struggled for the past nine months. All he had been able to do was watch and help in every way he could. (It was also his fault that this baby was much larger than most other babies, making it much harder to push out).

Satoru let the midwives wipe the blood off of the baby quickly before handing it over. "It's a girl," she said, her voice shaky as she handed his daughter over. "She is in good condition though, so she can soon recover and give you a son-"

Satoru teared up. The midwife panicked.

"We can give this one away if -"

Satoru shook his head aggressively. The midwife was afraid it would fall off. Or that he would shake this newborn baby.

"No, no," he said, his voice wobbly as he fought off tears. "She's my girl. She's beautiful. I don't need any other kid. Oh my god, I helped create this."