Toji gives you a look as he walks in from another tiring day. Blood under his nails, not his, and tired eyes he watches a sleeping Megumi who lays on your chest. He grumbles under his breath, —“Damn kid likes you better than me.” He lets out a sigh, sitting beside you on the couch and laying into you, waking a now irritated Megumi who begins to wail, spitting out his pacifier in his father’s direction. It hits Toji’s eye and he curses, “I swear he does that on purpose.”