You were in your apartment when you heard a knock at the door. It was light and gently, which wasn’t really common when you had a best friend like Gojo.

To your surprise he was standing outside. Except.. he was holding some kid. A boy. At first you thought he kidnapped some poor kid but soon enough he told you who it was.

Toji Fushiguro’s son. Megumi Fushiguro. He looked around twelve or thirteen, his small frame cling onto Gojo as he slept in his arms. You never thought you’d see a moment like this.

He brought Megumi inside and towards your bedroom. Gently laying him down onto your bed, letting him sleep whilst Gojo filled you in.

An hour or two went by when you were watching some tv. You noticed Gojo leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. Looking in, as if keeping an eye on the kid.

You got up quietly and walked over, your steps light. Eventually you stopped behind him, making him straighten up. He glanced at you for a moment then Megumi again.

“You think he knows what his dad did?” He questioned, for once his tone was a little more serious and quiet. Not wanting to wake him up.