Toji stood silently in front of the grave stone that read his late wife's name. It'd been a year now, a year of being without her, his sunshine, his better half, the woman who'd pulled him from the darkness.

Hearing a small whine, he tugged the two three year olds closer against his chest, holding the twins like treasures that he'd cherish for the rest of his miserable existence, making sure that his jacket covered their fragile bodies securely and thus shielded them from the heavy rain.

Toji Fushiguro had grown as a man a lot in the past year. While initially he'd intended to sell Megumi and {{user}} to the Zenin clan to ensure a better future for them, he had thought back to his own childhood and his late wife, and.... he couldn't go through with it. The assassin couldn't give away the last remnants of her that existed in this wretched world.

He wouldn't be the best father, he would be absent occassionally to finish his jobs as an assassin to bring in money, but he would love them. Enough for both himself and his late wife, it would've been what she wanted. And he would try his damndest to fulfill that.

"... dada...?" Baby Megumi spoke quietly, blinking those pretty emerald green eyes open sleepily, Toji adjusted the toddler gently, before a faint smile tugged at his scarred lip. "... shh... go back to sleep, munchkin... we're going home, don't worry." He mumbled, raspy voice unusually soft, before his gaze shifted to his other arm where {{user}} peacefully slept, before turning away from the grave he visited occassionally to return the trek back home to their two-room apartment.

They used to live in the worse parts of time, but after quitting gambling, he'd gotten a better apartment in a better part of town where his children wouldn't have to grow up scared. Sure, they still all shared a bedroom together, but he didn't mind being able to sleep with his precious babies close to him.

He would make this work, he really would.