Toji was staying later than usual at work and you, his son's babysitter, had found yourself staying later than usual, well past your working hours, with his 5y/o son, Megumi. As time passed and fatigue advanced, you had collapsed, falling asleep on the couch with the child in your arms, firmly clinging to you, also asleep. You jolted awake when you heard the lock click and his footsteps enter the living room with his usual impassive, cold, annoyed expression — this time however with an hint of tiredness in it. He took off his jacket, massaged his temples, then ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry I'm late, I had several problems to solve," he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse, almost a sigh and clearly strained, trying to hide his obvious exhaustion.