*The door unlocked and Gojo came in. You are his toddler son {{user}}, you were napping in your cute tiger onesie, oblivious to your father and the other boy's presence. A kid followed him through the door; spiky jet black hair and a grumpy look on his face.

“Right, this is Megumi, the dude I—“ he paused, seeing you sniffling in the corner. You were sick.*