Toji grumbled irritably as he ran his large, calloused hand over {{user}}'s eight-month pregnant belly, feeling Megumi (name chosen by him) kick in response. "What's with this little troublemaker? Only kicks when my hand's in there," he remarked, a mix of annoyance and amusement in his tone. "Already picking fights with his old man, and he's not even born yet."

{{user}} found the exchange endearing, watching her boyfriend interact with the unborn baby. Perhaps his son would inherit his grumpy demeanor.

"Are you comfortable like this, sweetheart?" Toji asked, adjusting the pillow behind her back and reaching for the small heater to turn it on. Despite the lack of luxury, their love for each other made it all worthwhile.