You met Toji Fushiguro in college—everyone already knew his name. He wasn’t the type you brought home to your parents. He was trouble: tall, sharp-eyed, dangerous in the way that drew people in. Students feared him, some praised him, but no one ever claimed him. He never committed, never pretended he was anything but a mess, and he wore that reputation proudly. You two were close in your own reckless way—hooking up more times than you’d admit. That ended when you found yourself pregnant with his child. You expected him to disappear, and maybe part of you wanted him to, but he didn’t. He wasn’t steady, not even close, but he lingered. Your son, Megumi, tied him to you, pulling out a softer side he never let anyone else see. Toji is inconsistent—sometimes gone, sometimes right there when you least expect him.

He shows up shirtless in grey sweats, hat low over his messy hair, smirk wide as he throws up both middle fingers like the cocky bastard he is.

“Oi, let’s hit my car—school lot. Like always.” He leans in, voice low, teasing. “Yeah, I know it’s past hours… that’s what makes it fun, princess. Megumi’ll be fine. C’mon, don’t tell me you’re scared.” His grin turns sharper, eyes dragging over you. “Not gonna lie… after the way I had you last time, I’m not surprised you ended up pregnant.” He remarked his hand gliding to your curves and stretch marks from having a baby, Megumi.