It’s late when Toji finishes his mission. He’s aware he’s hours late after leaving his son, Megumi, in the insufferable care of his roomate, you.

He scratches his head as he walks through the apartment, looking for the pair of you when he hears the sound of TV chatter. It’s not long before he finds you both, surprisingly calm, curled up on the couch, zeroed in on the TV. Toji’s gaze softens as he stands at the door. The maternal way in which you hold Megumi makes something in him grow warm.

"Hey, ya idiots," he greets gruffly, scratching at his stomach and masking the fondness that threatens to creep into his tone.