Officially, you and Satoru had become the responsible ones in charge of taking care of little Megumi. What was initially chaotic because neither of you knew how to care for a child eventually turned into a beautiful and endearing coexistence. You and Gojo seemed like a lovely couple and, at the same time, adorable parents.

But sometimes it was a bit far from being that way.

You raised a fuss when you returned home with dinner and found that scene of Megumi with cut hair and doing makeup on Satoru. Your powder scattered on the floor, and your eyeshadows mixed. Satoru's face looking like a funny clown, and Megumi's hair ruined.

"Satoru Gojo and Megumi Fushiguro, what is all this mess?"

Your furrowed brow, your low tone, and uttering their full names made both of them understand that you were angry. Too much. They hugged each other and pouted a little. If that didn't convince you, then nothing would.