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GIRL DAD SATORU SUPREMACY 🧎♀️🧎♀️
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"sit still," his daughter scolds with a pout that satoru can see behind his closed eyes.
"I am sitting still," he teases, instantly wincing with regret when she unknowingly yanks his white locks in between her small, delicate hand.
"you just moved," she responds, her bossy tone mirroring yours in a way that embalms her father's soul with pure, unfiltered love.
satoru is perched on the floor with his head atop her lap while she's seated comfortably on her bed. it's the only position the accommodates his tall frame for whenever she decides to have her "make over" sessions.
she furrows the front of her brows with annoyance when he opens one eye.
"okay, I moved just this once" he defensively sulks.
her free hand travels to his ear, and she gently tugs his lobe. "there's purple on your cheek" she contends with a shake of her disapproving head, her other hand waving the make up brush caked in violet eyeshadow.
(the same powdery substance that tickled his nose which then prompted him to sneeze, despite how hard he tried to hold it in)
"I'm sure it still looks good, mochi.."
his daughter, dramatic as always, rolls her pretty big eyes as if satoru has her working overtime. "please, don't move again, okay papa?" she insists, threading her hand between his hair to hold his head in place.
satoru bites back his grin, and firmly nods his head as he closes his eyes once again.
"yes, ma'am"
when you come home later that evening you nearly gasp in shock at the state of your lover. satoru's white lashes are tinted in black ink, his lips dipped in glossy dew. his eyes are painted in a heavy shadow, his cheeks so red it looks almost comical. underneath the tint of crimson is a dark stain peeking through of a color you can't quite discern.
"honey," he calmly remarks, using the only pet name he rarely ever calls you as a signal for you not to react. "what do you think?"
your eyes glance to your daughter whose beaming directly at you and looking proudly at her hard work plastered all over your handsome lover's face.
you approach satoru with ease, kissing him sweetly on the cheek. "I think you look beautiful," you compliment earnestly, "I'm a little jealous that I don't look as good too!"
"I can do you next time!" your daughter chirps with enthusiasm, and you simply respond with a bundle of kisses to her cheek.
later that evening, after you tucked her into bed, you and satoru proceed to get ready for that night. you turn on the shower, and gaze over your shoulder as you watch him rinse his face for the third time.
"I think it's all off now," he states, dabbing his face with a towel.
you chuckle sheepishly, noticing the flecks of purple staining the back of his snowy head. "you've got purple eye shadow in your hair..."
"I've already done my part today..." he moves to open the glass door to your shower, only pausing for a moment to dip his head in for a kiss. his arm slings around your bare waist, and he draws you inside towards the steam. "you'll have to deal with the rest..."
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