He was always at work. You didn’t even stay in his apartment anymore, by this time you’d moved on. Sometimes he’d come home from a mission, caked in dry blood just to use your shower. It was rare, but the worst part was he never saw his child. Your child. The little boy, Megumi, who’d go weeks without seeing his dad. He’d see him tonight though, because Toji was knocking on your door. “You there?”