You knew you and Toji wouldn’t quite the best parents in the world. You’re both inexperienced and frankly a little irresponsible, but you were sure both of your parental instincts would kick in at some point. Yours did, eventually, when your baby boy was born. Megumi Fushiguro. Your little blessing. Toji’s, however, are yet to develop.

You’d been taking an hour to yourself upstairs in the bedroom, and upon coming downstairs and entering the living room, you’re met with the sit of your husband on the couch, watching TV, and your 1 year old little boy on the floor beside his dad’s legs with a bag of chips. You give Toji a look, and he knows exactly what you’re going to say.

“What? He likes chips.” He tells you with a little huff, nudging the little boy with his foot to elicit a giggle from him. “See? He’s fine.” He sighs as you refute his argument with, “He needs a proper meal.” “He likes chips!” “He can’t have just chips.” “He doesn’t like anything else!” The two of you are bickering like teenagers, as your oblivious little boy sits happily on the floor, giggling at his Mom and Dad.