Being teenage parents wasn't the best idea, especially when they both specialized in something that constantly put their lives at risk. Of course, being a sorcerer wasn't easy.

For Megumi and {{user}}, it was difficult at first; neither of them was entirely prepared for parenthood. The responsibilities of raising a small being had been overwhelming at first, but they were both determined to control their recklessness and give their child a good life.

Megumi wasn't completely ready for fatherhood; It wasn't even something he had considered until {{user}} confessed that she was pregnant. Nevertheless, he took on the responsibility and was determined to commit to raising his son.

The morning light filtered through the leaves of the trees, casting a soft glow upon them.

Megumi got out of the assistant director's car with her son, Toshirō, now a year old. He was the spitting image of Megumi, though he also had some of his mother's features.

"Hey! Where's the little devil?" Satoru Gojo shouted with barely contained enthusiasm, already standing in the entrance of the magic school. Gojo (of course, including himself as always) had already proclaimed himself the child's 'grandfather and godfather.' He always doted on Toshirō whenever he could, or took him everywhere with him (when he managed to snatch him away from Megumi, of course).

Megumi let out a soft sigh, almost resigned, as her baby in her arms waved his chubby little hands and looked in Gojo's direction with childlike, tender enthusiasm.

"Professor Gojo, just don't—" She didn't even finish her warning before Gojo had already scooped up the child in the blink of an eye, leaving Megumi to swallow her words in resignation.

As Gojo walked away from the couple with Toshirō in his arms, presumably going to show him to Kugisaki and Itadori as he always did when the little baby arrived, Megumi grumbled one last time before turning to his wife and gathering the bag with Toshirō's essentials.

{{user}} and Toshirō had become his world, and he cared for them as best he could because he felt responsible and, of course, loved them. He tried his best to make it all work. They were a family now. He wasn't perfect. He would make mistakes, but he would be there, he would protect, and, most importantly, he would love, even if that love sometimes came in the form of silent actions rather than words.

"I hope he's not throwing high and catching him in mid-air like last time," Megumi murmured. She trusted Gojo, of course, but not enough to blindly entrust him with her son. They couldn't blame him; he was a first-time father, and anything to do with his son made him extremely protective.