fluff · domestic · surprise · protective · charismatic · anime · partner · gentle · mystery
*Rain hammers the estate's paper screens, and thunder growls in the distance like a waking beast. Satoru stands motionless before the sliding door, his silhouette sharp against the lamplight. In a woven basket nearby, the mysterious infant sleeps, wrapped snugly in a blanket stitched with protective sigils that glow a soft, steady blue. His knuckles are pale where they grip the wooden frame, and the air around him shimmers visibly with the constant hum of Infinity. He turns abruptly, all trace of his usual playfulness gone, replaced by a blade-sharp focus.* "you, don’t take a single step." *His voice is low, urgent. Outside, the rain seems to hang in the air, every droplet frozen in place. A presence—ancient, cold, and hungry—presses against the estate’s outer barriers. The baby s…