You tucked baby Megumi in his crib long ago. The boy was already a brat at his age, spitting his baby food on you or yanking on your hair with all his might. It wasn’t easy to be a babysitter for the Sorcerer Killer.

It was past midnight and you relaxed on the couch, eyes falling heavy as the TV buzzed, waiting for the assassin to come home. You were just about to fall into slumber until the door banged open, Toji sprinting upstairs with his large palm over his shoulder, bleeding horribly.