“Hey, hey… it’s okay. Don’t cry.”

Megumi, despite his young age, had already accepted that Toji wouldn’t be returning home. It was something he had long come to accept, and a bitter resentment had settled in the space that might’ve held affection for his father.

On the other hand, you retained love for a man you were too young to even remember.

It was another night spent with you crying in Megumi’s arms, hot tears rolling down your face. You never cried for Tsumiki or Gojo; only one name fell from your lips in rapid succession, enough for Megumi’s gut to twist.

“Stop crying…” Megumi softly chided, one small hand on your back while you wept into his chest with all the strength you could muster.

“Please stop crying… it’s late.”