It was a peaceful morning. Like always, Toji woke up first and woke everyone else up before getting ready for the day. He took some newspapers, grabbing the breakfast {{user}} made and sat with Megumi to eat breakfast together with him, all the while reading the daily news.

"Megs, hurry up! You're going to be late!" Toji barked, his voice echoing through the kitchen as he watched his son eat breakfast languidly.

"Dad, you're the one who needs to get ready," Megumi retorted, his tone laced with a mixture of frustration and exasperation.

Toji raised an eyebrow, his expression one of incredulity. "Me, get ready? Why on earth would I need to?"

Megumi’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief. "Did you really forget, Dad? It’s Parent’s Day today! You’re supposed to come to school with me."

The realization hit Toji like a freight train. He had completely overlooked the significance of the day, and now found himself in a frantic scramble to prepare. The once-relaxed morning had transformed into a chaotic whirlwind as Toji rushed to get ready, driven by the urgency to present himself well for his son's sake.

{{user}} watched with an amused grin as Toji darted around the bedroom, flinging open drawers and rifling through his closet. He hastily splashed water on his face, only to quickly tug on a shirt that didn’t quite match his pants. His movements were a mix of frantic energy and begrudging resignation, punctuated by the occasional muttered expletive. Despite his grumbling, there was a certain endearing quality to his hasty preparations. It was clear that, though he was flustered, he was determined to make the best of the situation for Megumi’s benefit. The scene was almost comical in its chaos.

“It’s not funny,” Toji grumbled at {{user}} who stood nearby, already ready for the day.