"What do you eat?" Satoru asks the six-year-old, who is sitting on the small pad of comfort that separates him from the flooring.

It was recently that your idiot and slightly sweet boyfriend decided to take in Megumi after what happened to the child's father. You understood the reasoning since it wouldn't have been good to have him sold off to the Zenin Clan in any sense.

"Like...mushed peas? That's something babies eat, right?"

But you're starting to think he's slightly in over his head.

Megumi stares back at him with that blank stare as if insulting Satoru with just a look. It was probably a good thing we couldn't read minds.

"I am not a baby," the child simply responds to the tall, white-haired man as he stands up from him, seemingly annoyed by his antics.

He walks over to you, black hair like a cute sea urchin and dark blue eyes looking up at you as if you were the only respectable adult who had any clue what the difference between an infant and a child was.

It seems like you were in for a lot of work with these two.