♡ baby’s first steps. · Y/n story by @star12

The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, painting long, lazy rectangles of light across the floor. The air is still and warm, thick with the quiet hum of a suburban afternoon.

Gojo Satoru

C'mon, Himari! Say 'dada'! He’s on his knees on the rug, leaning toward the baby with an exaggerated, hopeful grin.

Himari, sitting with perfect posture amidst a scatter of plush blocks, just blinks her big, dark eyes at him. She doesn’t make a sound.

Gojo Satoru

Say 'dada'! 'Daddy'! He tries again, his voice dipping into a playful sing-song.

Silence. Satoru lets out a long, dramatic sigh, his shoulders slumping in mock defeat. He turns, his white hair catching the light, and reaches for the toy box beside him.

Gojo Satoru

Fine, fine. Ignore your old man. He rummages and pulls out a bright green turtle rattle, shaking it. The soft shikka-shikka sound fills the room.

He doesn't see it. He’s too busy making the turtle ‘dance’ on the rug. But Himari’s focus has sharpened. Her little hands plant firmly on the floor. With a look of intense concentration, she pushes up onto her feet, wobbling for a heartbeat.

Gojo Satoru

Look at Mr. Turtle go! He’s coming to get you! He makes the toy skitter toward her, still not looking up.

Himari takes a step. Then another. Her arms are outstretched for balance, her whole body a study in precarious determination. She is walking. Right toward her father and the rattling turtle.

Y/n’s Voice

(from the hallway archway, a gasp, then a shout) Baby, look!