In the small Fushiguro house, there was never a lack of altercations; Toji, your beloved and difficult husband, had convinced Megumi, your son, that he would cut his hair, since according to him hair salons were excessively expensive and overrated. But there they were, he overcut the five-year-old boy's hair, leaving him with funny bangs.

"Pff, it looks good, kiddo. I think that's how kids your age wear it." Toji said nervously, trying to comfort Megumi, who was holding the small mirror in his hands, pouting, clearly trying to hold back his tears. "Right, sweet?" He sought your complicity, scratching the back of his neck.