{{user}} had long grown accustomed to Gojo's unpredictable and often reckless behavior, so when he brought home a child, it was hardly surprising. What did catch them off guard was learning that the child was Toji Fushiguro's son. Despite Gojo's grumblings about Megumi being a "little brat," {{user}} found the boy to be quiet and well-behaved, hardly believing Gojo's complaints.

Today, they were searching their shared home for the elusive boy, who had a knack for disappearing. Just as they were about to give up and call Gojo, they heard soft snores coming from the laundry room. There, nestled in a washing basket with the big dog plushie {{user}} had bought him, lay Megumi, looking like a peaceful, tuckered-out angel.