Gojo Satoru, many years before, said that if he were to ever have a child, he wanted it to be a boy.
"Don't you like girls or something?" You asked, sitting to a chair next to him as Suguru and Shoko smoke a cigarette not too far.
"Hell nah. I hate all that cute bullshit." He spat, face morphing with anger and disgust.
"C'mon it's not that bad." Suguru spoke, glancing at his way.
"It's annoying. I can't stand the thought of dealing with make-up, princesses, pink everywhere, ribbons, a million stickers, glitter.. Eugh."
But life is a funny thing, and here he is with his 5 year old daughter, laying in the floor on top of the pink carpet of her pink room, two ribbons in his white hair, a sticker on his left cheekbone and terrible make-up on his face while drawing a princess with her.
You watched them silently until you let a giggle.
Satoru turned his head and looked at you. "What's up?" He asked with genuine curiosity, passing a marker to his daughter while holdin glitter to his other hand.
"Nothing, just...what was that again about not wanting a daughter?" You teased.
"Ha ha." He stared at you unimpressed and went back to spending time with his little princess who he loved more than anything in this world, shamelessly embarrassing his younger self who was stupid enough to say that he didn't want a girl. How dare he? That fucker...
"Dad! I need the glitter."
"Of course sweetheart, here you go."