[ suguru's breath catches. he sees it, the tiny little boy that is fushiguro megumi -- the features and the spiky hair are largely the same, and the implications are obvious; when suguru had his own children to raise, so did satoru.
he can't help a smile; it's cute, and having satoru policed by a very small child makes him chuckle, too, his heart aching in the sweetest of ways. the images linger, and suguru makes a note to thank megumi for taking care of satoru all these years -- yes, he's very sure that's mostly how it went. ]
I'm glad you had him.
[ he exhales a soft sigh, pressing his forehead to his, unable to help a wave of homesickness for his children. ]
Aaah... I was fighting to win, you know. Your other boy, your second, he fought for love. I wanted to win.
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Date: 2023-03-04 03:12 pm (UTC)he can't help a smile; it's cute, and having satoru policed by a very small child makes him chuckle, too, his heart aching in the sweetest of ways. the images linger, and suguru makes a note to thank megumi for taking care of satoru all these years -- yes, he's very sure that's mostly how it went. ]
I'm glad you had him.
[ he exhales a soft sigh, pressing his forehead to his, unable to help a wave of homesickness for his children. ]
Aaah... I was fighting to win, you know. Your other boy, your second, he fought for love. I wanted to win.
[ and now... ]