"I don't know about this," Megumi muttered, looking down at the 5-year-old who sat on Yuji's lap, messing with the pink-haired boy's phone. He was not happy that Gojo had left his child with them while he went on a long "business" trip.

"Oh, come on, Fushiguro, they're cute." Yuji was a lot happier about the situation than Megumi was. Unlike Megumi, he had never met the kid so he didn't know just how unhinged they were.

"Cute, and dramatic and loud and spoiled," Megumi continued to complain. I know the young kid quite well.

"They can't be that bad." Yuji smiled down at the child, way happier than Megumi was.