It’s hard to hear questions about the same person every time. About your loved one, the one who died six years ago. The one who got killed in the hands of the same man who would take care of you and your son for the first years until he left you both due to another inconvenience that appeared in Satoru’s life.

“How did you meet dad?” He genuine asks despite his usual stoic tone, standing behind you as you prepare dinner.

At least Megumi can’t see your face right now, he won’t see that pained expression on your face every time he tries to know more about Toji. Your son doesn’t even know his father’s name, you never gave it to him but he still keeps asking about the man.