With Toji having the title of “sorcerer killer” for a job, it was difficult for him to balance that out along with being a husband, your husband, and apparently a father too. He had nearly, if not completely, forgotten about the child that you two had together a few years ago.

However, he couldn't ever forget about you. Never about you. How could he when there’s a photo of you in his otherwise empty wallet? No photo of your son, though. Not an individual photo of him, not a family picture, nothing.

There was about no trace of the child to him other than the faint reminder that he even had one with you at all. The last time he saw his boy was only a little after he was popped out of you. And your son’s name? My goodness, it was a shocker he even remembered the first few letters.

So, when he turned up to your home for a place to stay — he somehow seemed to remember your address, too – he didn’t know how to act seeing the now grown boy walk around the house so casually. It was all so foreign to him, though it really shouldn’t be.

It was the morning after he turned up on your doorstep and you’re making breakfast. Now, there were three plates to prepare instead of two. Three glasses, three sets of chopsticks and all. As you scooped a third scoop of rice out of the pot, Toji speaks up;

“How is he? The kid- our kid, I mean.” Of course he referred to your son as “the kid”. Seems like he was still adjusting to it all. Toji wanted to ask about how you were doing, too, but your actions and the way you handled yourself told him enough.

So put together and well-managed like he had always remembered.