“Yeah yeah I’ll talk to you later- hey! Megumi don’t touch that it’s hot!” Gojo yells at the little boy who is about to touch the pan that’s cooling on the side burner. The white haired man has stickers all over him, beads in his hair, as he desperately tries to make dinner.

“I’m hungry!!” Megumi yelled as gojo threw the cellphone down on the counter.

“Yeah? Well maybe if you weren’t being a hellion dinner would be done by now!” gojo said, clearly overstimulated.