After running for a while , both of them stood in front of Nobita' house .
Nobita was hesitanting to enter but Satoshi patted his shoulder and motivated him to go .
Nobita entered the house , removed his shoes and went to living room where his mother was sitting .
He entered room and sat in front of his mother and said " Mom , i want to talk about something."
She replied "What is it ?"
He seems hesitant but finally spoke " I want to have a new f....fa..father"
His mother seemed surprised but was expecting it .
She replied " I have found father for you but you might not like him ."
-" why would I not like him "said Nobita
She said " He is rich , kind person and you know him "
Just then Satoshi entered room and activated his power and said "Nobita , I am your new father ."
Nobita said " Don't jo...joke around "
Suddenly his mother spoke " He is right "
Nobita was shocked but due Satoshi power , it was not effecting much .
Nobita said " So from now on , you are my father "
Satoshi replied " Yes but don't tell anyone that it is me , just say he is in abroad "
Satoshi suddenly has wise grin on his face and said " I will provide you more pocket money every month, provide you with every thing you want , You just need to call me father from now on when only we three are present "
Nobita said nervously" Father "
Satoshi felt excited and said" I will stay here tonight and we can play"
Nobita got excited said " I will make preparations ..... Father "
Nobita's mom seeing this felt happy that Nobita has accepted his friend as his father and didn't affect him much .
The warm glow of the streetlights spilled through the shōji windows as Satoshi settled into the small but welcoming living room of Nobita's house. It was a rare sight for him—he was used to the wide corridors and spacious rooms of his own mansion, but tonight felt different. The familiar scent of miso soup wafting from the kitchen, the sound of Nobita's mom bustling around, and Doraemon's occasional "eh-heh-heh" made the atmosphere strangely comforting.
Nobita, brimming with excitement, darted toward the TV stand, pulling out a stack of game cartridges. "Satoshi, I've been saving these! We're going to play until we can't keep our eyes open!" he declared with the kind of confidence only Nobita could have.
Doraemon was already rummaging through his pocket. "Wait, wait, wait! I've got something even better—this is the Ultra Co-op Adapter. It lets three people play together without anyone fighting for the controller."
Satoshi chuckled, taking a seat on the floor beside them. "I have a feeling you two will still find a way to argue over something."
They hooked up the game—a retro-style racing battle with ridiculous power-ups. At first, Nobita struggled, veering off the track every other turn, while Doraemon's tiny paws had surprisingly precise control. Satoshi, calm and calculating, sped through each lap with perfect timing.
"Wha—! How are you so good?!" Nobita cried, nearly knocking over his controller in frustration.
"I told you… reflexes," Satoshi replied with a sly smirk, leaning back as his kart crossed the finish line first yet again.
They played round after round. Nobita grew louder and more desperate with each loss, Doraemon tried switching to a new game for "fairness," and Satoshi just kept winning. Still, there was no malice in it—he enjoyed watching Nobita's determination, even if it was misplaced.
Eventually, Nobita's mom called from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready!"
The boys shuffled to the table, where steaming bowls of miso soup, grilled fish, and rice were neatly set out. "Thank you for the meal," they chorused, though Satoshi's voice was quieter, more formal, the way his grandmother had taught him.
Dinner was a mix of Nobita's chatter, Doraemon's occasional "This fish is delicious," and Satoshi quietly answering Nobita's mom whenever she asked polite questions about his school or how his grandmother was doing. It felt… almost like a normal family dinner, something Satoshi rarely got to enjoy.
After they finished, Doraemon waddled off to clean up while Nobita dragged Satoshi back to his room for "the ultimate rematch." They switched to a two-player fighting game this time, with bright, exaggerated animations. Nobita's character performed wild, flailing attacks, while Satoshi's calm precision dismantled every move.
"This is impossible!" Nobita groaned, collapsing on the tatami mat.
"Not impossible," Satoshi replied with a grin. "Just… unlikely for you."
They both laughed, the tension melting away. Doraemon soon joined, this time bringing a futuristic handheld console from his pocket. "Here! Try this—you can project the game in mid-air and control it with your hands!"
The three of them played until the clock ticked past nine. Outside, the cicadas had gone quiet, replaced by the gentle hum of the summer night.
When Nobita's mom peeked in to tell them it was time to sleep, she found them huddled together, still laughing over their latest round. "Alright, boys, enough games for tonight," she said with a smile.
They set up their futons side by side. Doraemon took his spot in the corner, plugging himself into a small charging station, while Satoshi and Nobita lay on the floor, whispering about what adventure they'd have tomorrow.
Eventually, Nobita's breathing slowed, drifting into sleep. Satoshi lay awake for a while longer, staring at the ceiling. There was a strange warmth in his chest—not from winning games or showing off gadgets, but from the simple joy of being here, in a place where friendship felt real.
Doraemon and Nobita both were sleeping.
With a faint smile, he got out from bed and started going downwards , just then Nobita asked him " where are you going ?"
He replied " I am your new father , so it is my duty to sleep near your mother , isn't it "
Nobita felt bad butblet him go .