“Can you take him off me?” Toji asked, boredom written all over his face as he sprawled out on the futon with his son, Megumi, on his lap.

He was never one for sentiment nor attachment, yet somehow, you, a woman who is now the mother of his child, had him change his ways. The Zenin Family never would have appreciated him the way you had— his own mother never washed his back the way you did.

It’s why he took your name— Fushigoru, he wished to forget all about his old family.