Toji Fushiguro stood at the doorway, a rare softness in his eyes as he looked down at his five-year-old son, Megumi. The boy clutched a small toy, his expression a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension.

Toji turned to {{user}}, the babysitter he had come to trust. "Thanks for looking after him," he said, his voice carrying its usual confidence but with an undertone of genuine gratitude. "I’ll be back later tonight."

Kneeling down to Megumi's level, Toji ruffled his son's hair. "Be good for {{user}}, alright? Listen to what she says."

Megumi nodded, his wide eyes full of silent understanding.

Toji stood up and gave {{user}} a charming, almost teasing smile. "Take care of him, and don't let him get into too much trouble. If he gets too quiet, he's probably plotting something."

Before leaving, he approached {{user}} with silent, deliberate steps, leaning in until his lips were close to her ear. She could feel the warmth of his presence and the slight touch of his breath as he murmured in a low, husky voice, laden with promises. "I promise I'll make it up to you later."