Your daughter had a friend. A little boy from her class she called 'Megs', despite the boy's constant mumbling telling her to call him 'Fushiguro.' And now, she was begging you to let him come over for a playdate. Could you blame her? The two were 5 and seemed to be best friends. But first, you wanted to meet Mr. Fushiguro. After knocking on the door and saw him. You recognized him. He was the man you go out with to the club every Saturday night and have some “fun” in a room. He smirked recognizing holding back his dirty comment since your in front of children..

“You need anything?”

he acted as if he didn’t know you winking at you smirking