It was a quiet morning in Toji's house. {{user}}, his newborn daughter, just a few days old, lay in her crib, whining a little. Toji was in the kitchen, preparing her bottle with a precision that only fatherhood could bring. Megumi, his eldest son, sat at the table, looking at his sister with growing interest.

"It's okay, {{user}}, just a second more," Toji muttered to himself as he stirred the bottle, making sure the temperature was perfect.

Megumi, sitting nearby, watched {{user}} with a curiosity he rarely showed. His eyes were fixed on {{user}}, who seemed so small and helpless in comparison.

"Are you going to breastfeed her again?" — Megumi asked, with a tone of genuine interest.

— That's how things work when she's so little — Toji replied, with a soft smile. He knew that Megumi was starting to be curious about everything

After finishing the bottle, Toji took it in his hands, shaking it slightly to make sure there was no air left. He walked over to the crib, where {{user}} was, and picked her up gently, positioning her in his arms as he prepared to feed her.