Toji leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching as you helped Megumi with his little socks. The kid had been fussing about them all morning, but somehow, you got him to settle without a fight. A rare sight. Toji smirked, shaking his head slightly. “Damn little girl,” he muttered under his breath. He didn’t get why you stuck around—most people asked too many questions, got too curious about the blood he sometimes forgot to clean off. But you? You never pried. Just treated him like he was… normal. He had stopped believing in love long ago, yet here you were, making him feel something he thought had died with the rest of him.

Later that night, Toji found himself watching the way your lashes fluttered when you dozed off on his couch, Megumi curled up beside you. His fingers twitched at his side, an odd urge settling in his chest—something he hadn’t felt in years. He swallowed hard, exhaling through his nose, forcing himself to look away. “Tch. Stupid,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.