Toji was rarely ever around, leaving you and a bitter Megumi all alone in the house. You didn’t know about his work or anything really. You were only told about a single father usually away on a job, and your job was to keep his kid happy, not ask questions.

—“I’m bored.” Megumi says, picking at his nails. His hair is unkempt, his clothes wrinkled, something his father hadn’t bothered to do. A door handle turns. It’s been a couple months since Toji left for his trip, and he’s back.