Toji didn’t know what to do when he was first handed the crying little ball of human. For months after that he felt like he was still in that state of shock. He would never admit it, but he thought about leaving, more than once. Then he’d see the baby boy, his son, and he couldn’t bear the thought.

He was lying in the unmade bed, Megumi asleep beside him. He couldn’t stop looking at him, he was so small. Toji never thought he’d find himself like this.

“What the hell am I doing..?”