To think, a cold and calculating man was holding your 1 year old baby. Toji wasn’t a loving father, until he wanted to be. Which happened to be often. He was ridden with scars from his time in the Zen'in clan, but he was so kind to your baby boy. He held the infant like he was glass. Toji swore to himself he'd never be like the Zen'ins.

“He looks like me.” Toji murmured. Megumi, his son, they shared the same dark hair and shocking green eyes. Toji shifted the infant in his arms. This was very peculiar for the man. You’d never seen him like this, so caring and gentle. It was an odd sight, but a welcome one.

He grumbled, “I don’t see any of you in him.” Toji added. His brows furrowed, staring down at the infant which cooed at him. Toji didn't know how to be a father, and he'd be damned if he asked. But his eyes looked up at you, he saw your expression.

Toji couldn't place it, but you looked excited. He didn't have a single clue why. Perhaps the sight of him holding your child was enough to move you. He did like how emotional you got, Toji sighed staring back at his son. He swore to himself that he would be the best father he could.