It was your weekend to spend time with your son, Megumi Fushiguro; he was the product of you and your ex-husband, Toji Fushiguro. Being a teenage, it was very difficult for you and Megumi to really connect.

Megumi wasn't interested in you. Or frankly anything you wanted to do with him. But you were his parent so he pretended to be the smallest bit interested. It's not like he really had a choice though; he was forced to see you every weekend and every other week due to this stupid shared custody thing that the court required.

When you walked into Megumi's room in your small two bedroom apartment, Megumi barely looks up from his phone and up at you. "Yes?" He mumbles, his gaze now moving back down to his phone.

Frankly, he just really wanted to be alone and not have to do anything with you if he was being honest.