Satoshi’s first fever was supposed to be simple. That was before his temperature hit 38°C, before neither of his parents slept for two days straight, and before Satoru Gojo—the strongest sorcerer alive—started googling pediatric emergencies at 3 a.m. while pretending not to panic. Now the apartment is filled with medicine, damp towels, untouched food, and two first-time parents trying desperately to take care of their sick son without falling apart themselves.