Pt 3 of Megumi confronts his dad about how he treated you
TW: Sexual Content (Minors DNI) Sexual Content includes, but is not limited to: oral sex, sub Toji, begging, rough sex
Other TW: Heavy themes, blood, parent/child strained relationship
The next few hours were hell. Megumi had finally cried himself to sleep on your lap, and you were absentmindedly running your fingers through his dark spikes. You studied his face and how relaxed it looked while he slept; such a contrast to his usual scowl. He looked just like Toji, though Toji always said Megumi favored his mother more. Maybe him saying that was due to the fact he could never accept something so wonderful could come from him. This wasn’t pure speculation, he had told you as much on multiple occasions. He had a hard time believing he was good enough to be a father, which is why he so often passed things off to you. It was never out of disinterest or lack of love: it was simply that Toji was a man who struggled with self image and self worth. His fear of hurting, or “ruining” his son in turn forced a wedge between them. Unfortunately, by the time he realized that wasn’t what he wanted, the wedge had already been placed.
“YN?” Your head shot up to look at Shiu.
You had known Shiu as long as you had known the Fushiguros. He was Toji’s best friend. You knew him well, though right now, you couldn’t read the expression on his face. He was soaked in Toji’s blood. That’s all you could see: blood. His blood. So. Much. Blood.
“Is he dead, Shiu?” Your tears fell as you asked the question. You were terrified of his answer.
“He’s alive.” He sighed. “Shoko said it was mostly blood loss. The bullet ruptured his spleen so she removed it and gave him blood. His heart stopped twice, but she was able to get him back.”
Your tears turned to sobs at the relief you felt. You hid your face in your hands as you tried to collect yourself to ask more questions.
“Is he awake?” You choked.
“Yeah. Shoko made us wait to give you an update until she was sure he would pull through.” He said. “He’s asking for you. He wants to see you before Megs.”
You looked back to the boy in your lap and felt a pang of guilt at the idea of leaving him.
“Will you sit with him? If he wakes up, he’ll be scared if he’s alone.” Your knuckles traced over Megumi’s tear stained cheek.
“Yeah.” Shiu agreed, taking a seat on the coffee table as to not bloody the furniture.
Carefully, you lifted Megumi’s head from your lap before sliding off of the couch. You made your way into the kitchen where Toji still lay on the table. The room was wrecked. There were overturned chairs from people pushing them out of the way to work on him, bloody gauze littered the floor, kitchen rags were torn and blood soaked, instruments used to save him were abandoned on the counter, and the table was now red with sticky, wet, and drying blood that trailed down to the floor. Your eyes fell on his usually massive, intimidating form and the tears returned. He looked pale, and so weak. There were tubes and wires connected to him. You walked closer and his eyes opened. Green. The forrest, emeralds, grass in the spring. His eyes were the same. You picked up a chair that had been knocked over in the chaos and sat beside him. He opened his mouth to speak, but coughed triggering the steady beeping to spike in intensity. Your hand found his as you stroked over his knuckles with your thumb.
“You don’t have to talk.” You said. “I just need you to listen.”
“You fucking scared me.” His eyes softened at the sight of your tears. His hand squeezed yours lightly. “You scared Megs. I’ve never seen him like that, Toji.” You sobbed.
He pulled your hand to his face to rest against his cheek.
“We can’t do this again.” You told him. “ I can’t watch him go through this again. I can’t watch you die again. You died Toji. Twice. Your heart stopped beating. Do you know how wrecked we would have been if you died? I know you’ve been trying, but you have to do better.” You were frantically rambling.
“YN.” He manned to say stopping the word vomit.
“I hear you. I’m done.” He said coughing slightly.
“What does that mean?” You stroked your thumb over his cheek where it rested.
“Gonna quit. Gonna do better.” He said.
“Don’t lie to me.” You rolled your eyes. You’d heard this a million times.
“I’m not. I could feel myself dying. All I could-“ he stopped talking to steady his breathing. “Think about was you two. I broke my promise to him again. I was supposed to be home.”
“He was afraid you would die thinking he hated you.” You told him.
Toji’s eyes squeezed shut. “He should.”
“Don’t. Don’t do that. He doesn’t hate you. They had to remove him from you by force. He loves you. The two of you just need time to heal things between you.” Your hand moved from his cheek to push his hair from his forehead.
“Will you do something for me?” He asked.
“Just about anything.” You smiled weakly.
“Adopt Megs.” He said roughly.
“What? What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
Toji coughed and took a deep breath. “If I had died tonight, or if I drop dead tomorrow, you’d have no rights to him. You’re his mom. You’ve been more a parent than I have. You should have rights.”
You sat in deep thought mulling over his words. He was right. You would’ve had to fight to gain custody of the child you’ve raised as your own if anything ever happened to his father before he turned 18.
“Ok. But I want to ask him. Once you’re better.” Toji opened his mouth, but Shiu appeared in the doorway.
“Kid’s awake. He wants to see you, Toj.” He said.
Toji swallowed roughly and cleared his throat. “Send him.”
You stood from your seat beside him so that Megumi could take your place. Shiu disappeared back into the living room, and moments later, the teenager appeared. He took in the scene, same as you had done, before walking towards his father. Slowly, he sat down in the chair you had occupied and stared at Toji.
“I’m sorry, Megs. I know I fucked up. I should’ve been home, but things went bad.” Toji started. “Not that it’s an excuse. I don’t mean-“
“Dad.” Megumi cut him off. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not mad at you. I just-“ he looked away, blinking back tears that gathered in his dark lashes. “You’ve been trying to change, and I keep pushing you away because I’m angry with you. I thought I wouldn’t get the chance to forgive you.” He choked.
“You’ve got every right to be angry, son. Life dealt you a shit hand, and I’ve made it worse.” He coughed again. “I want to make things right with you, but at your pace. You call the shots. Ok?”
Tears dripped from Megumi’s eyes to the table his father lay on.
“Don’t cry, Gumi.” Toji’s hand rested on his head that now hung. “I’m ok.”
Megumi scooted the chair closer to the table and rested his head against Toji’s shoulder.
“I love you, Dad.” He cried.
“Oh, kid.” Toji’s breath was shaky. “I love you so much more. I’m going to prove it to you, Megs. I swear.”
The next few months were filled with recovery both physically and emotionally. Megumi and Toji’s relationship seemed to be improving. It was still rocky of course, but Toji was putting in the effort to change and show up for his son, and Megumi was learning to accept it and rebuild a relationship with his dad. The accident, though incredibly traumatic for everyone, seemed to be their saving grace in a way.
“YN?” Toji called through the house.
“Coming!” You called back, entering the kitchen he was standing in: the kitchen you and Megumi both insisted be completely remodeled after it was turned into an O.R.
“He should be home any minute. Are you ready?” He smiled at you.
Today was Megumi’s 16th birthday. It was a huge deal for several reasons:
1. it was his birthday, which was always important
2. It was the first birthday party Toji insisted on planning for him
3. You were going to ask him if he would be ok with you officially adopting him.
You shook with nervous excitement as Toji lit the candles on the cake the two of you stayed up almost all night making.
The front door slammed shut and you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. You turned the lights off just before Megumi and Yuji came through the door. Megumi froze as he saw his cake lit up by his birthday candles.
“Happy Birthday, Gumi!” You shouted. “We would sing to you, but we both decided you’d hate that.”
He laughed. “I would hate that.” He agreed.
“It’s your favorite.” Toji said. “Always has been.”
“You remember that?” Megumi looked to his dad.
“Of course I do.” He smiled.
“Make your wish.” Yuji pushed his friend.
“Ok.” Megumi stepped towards his cake still in Toji’s hands and blew the candles out.
“What did you wish for?” You asked.
“He can’t tell you!” Yuji said. “It won’t come true if he does.”
“That’s superstitious.” Toji told Yuji.
“I don’t have to say it out loud.” Megumi said. “It’s already coming true.”
Later that night, after Megumi’s small party with his friends, you and Toji found yourselves sitting on the couch.
“You ready?” Toji asked rubbing your shoulder.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You exhaled the nervous energy from your body.
“He’s going to say yes.” Toji assured you.
“But I don’t want him to feel like he has to. He has a mom. I’m not trying to take her place.” You said.
Toji sighed before turning to face you. “She is his mother, but she was also my wife. I knew her better than anyone. She would want this, YN. She would want you to be there. Sometimes I wonder if she sent you to us to begin with. Like she knew we’d need you.” He sniffled. “You’re not taking anything from her by loving him.”
You leaned your head on Toji’s shoulder.
“Thank you for saying that.” You told him.
“Thank you for being there.” He kissed your head.
“Megs, can you come in here?” You shouted.
You heard footsteps before he appeared in the doorway.
“Can you sit?” Toji pointed to the recliner facing the couch.
Megumi’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s going on?” He asked skeptically.
“YN has something to ask you.” Toji said rubbing your knee.
You took a deep breath. “Megs, I love you.” You started. His face contorted further into confusion.
“I…love you too.” He said.
“Look, I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes to this ok?” You said wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans.
“You’re freaking me out.” Megumi said.
“Sorry. Um…look with everything that happened with your dad, we’ve been talking. And I…I mean we…uh” you struggled to find the right words.
“YN what is going on?” Megumi pushed. “You’re being weird. Just tell me.”
“Do you want to be my kid?” You blurted. “Legally.” You added.
Toji burst into laughter beside you as Megumi stared wide eyed. You blushed.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that. I meant, you know, if you wanted me to…it could help if the worst were to happen because you would have two legal guardians, not that anything is going to happen to your dad. God, no. It’s just-“
“Yes.” Megumi blurted out, stopping your unbearable rambling.
“Of course I want that.” He stood up from his seat. “Is that what you were so worried about? The only difference would be a piece of paper.” Megumi laughed. “Good night.”
“Happy Birthday! We love you!”
Toji called as the teenager went to his room.
“Love you!” His door slammed shut.
You stared at the spot your stepson had occupied in disbelief.
“That was brutal, Baby.” Toji laughed patting your back. “Absolutely blew it. If you weren’t already his mother, he would have said no.” Toji teased standing up.
“It was bad.” You agreed. “I got so nervous.”
“Can’t disagree.” He said still laughing.
“But…” you said shifting to your knees on the couch in front of Toji who stood beside it. “He said yes!” You smiled.
“Of course he did.” Toji said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
Your eyes found his for a moment too long.
“You’ve been doing a good job, Dad.” You teased.
“Long road ahead.” He said. “But I’m trying. I think we’ve turned a corner. He’s starting to trust me and open up more.”
When Toji spoke of his son, his eyes sparkled. They always had, but now, he wasn’t trying to hide it.
“What will you do for work now that you’ve officially retired?” You asked.
“I don’t know.” He sighed. “Never really been good at much except killing.”
“That’s not true.” You said.
“Kinda is, Doll.” He laughed. “But I’ll figure it out.”
He turned to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Where are you going?” You looked up at him through your lashes.
“It’s late. Figured you’d spend the night. I was going to get blankets so I could sleep on the couch.” He told you.
“What if…I don’t want you to sleep on the couch?” You batted your eyes at him.
His cheeks flushed slightly at the implication.
“What’re you saying?” He turned to fully face you again as you raised yourself up on your knees to be closer to his face. His arms wrapped around your waist.
“You’ve done good work with Gumi. I’m proud of you.” You said.
“Thank you.” He kissed your forehead.
“You ready to put your work in with me?”
His eyes went dark as he stared at you before lifting you off the couch so you could wrap your legs around his waist. His mouth lowered inches from your own as he said, “You have no fucking idea how ready I am.”
Your eyes traveled to his lips before trailing back to his eyes. You would recognize those eyes in total darkness. You gravitated to them like you were coming home.
“How’s your heart, old man?” You asked. Shoko had been keeping an eye on his heart due to the strain it had been put under.
“It’s fine. No problems.” He gripped you tighter.
“What about your surgical incision?” You asked reaching for his shirt to pull it up.
“It’s fine too. All closed up.” He said, though he allowed you to check for yourself.
“Have you had shortness of breath? Any vision issues? Dizziness?”
“YN.” He cupped your face in his hands making you look him in the eyes. “I’m fine, Babe. Completely fine. I swear.” He assured you.
You leaned forward. “If you die of a heart attack while we’re having sex, and I have to explain to our son what killed you, I’ll make Shoko re start your heart so I can kill you again.” You threatened.
“Well…yeah. Right?” You broke eye contact.
“Right. Just nice to hear you say it.” He leaned in, leaving millimeters between you. “Kiss me. Please.”
You closed the distance as you sealed your lips together. One of his hands held your waist, the other tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you sighed into his mouth.
“Toj-“ you breathed between kisses.
“What?” He barely paid you any mind, totally consumed by your mouth and attaching his to it.
This got his attention. He smiled before hiking you further up his body and walked to his bedroom. You kicked the door shut behind you as he carried you into his room, tossing you on the bed. Toji stood, removing his shirt, and then his pants, before lowering himself to hover over you. Instinctively, your hand traced down his body to rest on the scar that still haunted your nightmares. Images of him, dead or dying flashed through your mind, and you gripped his biceps to ground yourself to this reality: the reality where Toji was alive. Where his heart is beating and he’s about to make love to you for the first time in 5 years.
“I’m ok.” He said softly tilting your chin up. “I’m here.”
“You almost weren’t.” You whispered.
“Yeah, but I am.” His hand removed yours from where it rested on his scar to move it to his chest so you could feel his heartbeat.
“I love you.” You said softly.
“I love you too. I don’t deserve you.” He leaned down to trail kissed from your mouth, down your neck.
You sighed into pleasure as your hands moved to hook around his back.
His skin was warm and familiar. His scent was encasing you. Being here felt right. It felt safe.
Toji’s hand found the hem of your shirt. Quickly, he pulled it over your head and discarded it along with his on the floor. He sat back slightly to take in your body below him.
“Fucking perfect.” He praised.
Next, he removed your pants, leaving you only in your bra and panties. His hand was reaching for the clasp to unhook your bra when you pushed his hand away. His eyes met yours with confusion.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“You didn’t think things were going to be this easy, did you?” You smirked.
His eyes rolled as he sat back on his heels.
“Really. I think you owe me some groveling. Maybe even some begging.” Your face lit up with a smile.
“Sweetheart, there is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you. If you want me to beg, I can beg.” He said as he lowered his body so that his face was inches from your cunt still covered by lace. You could feel his breath through the fabric causing you to squeeze your thighs shut. Toji smiled. “Pretty girl, I fucking love you. I swear I will spend the rest of my life making things right with you and our son. You will never know loneliness again. I’m devoted to you until the end of time: in sickness and health, in good times and bad, throughout life, and beyond the grave, I will provide for, protect, and serve you in any way you see fit. I swear it. I am yours.”
You smiled. “I would consider that more groveling than begging, but it was pretty good.”
He laughed. “You’re impossible.”
“Take my panties off, Toji.” You said.
He reached for the strings on your hips and hooked his thumbs in them before slowly peeling them away from your body.
“Fuck, Doll. You’ve always had the most perfect pussy. Look at her, she’s drooling for me.” He said in awe.
“Do you want to touch?” You asked.
“Yes, Baby. So bad.” His hips were shifting slightly against the mattress making you laugh to yourself.
“Then. Beg.” You said, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra before throwing it to the floor.
His eyes locked onto your breasts as you leaned back against the pillows propped against the headboard.
“Please. Please let me touch you. I’ll do anything. God, I want you, Baby, please!” You could tell he was struggling. Toji was rough and dominant. This was not familiar territory. His effort was noticed and appreciated.
“Do you think you deserve it?” You asked him.
“Then earn it.” You stood from the bed.
“Where are you going?” He panicked.
You pointed to the floor below you. “Down, boy.” You joked.
He looked at you like you’d lost your mind for a moment, but quickly recovered and did as you said. His knees hit the floor as he knelt in front of you.
“Boxers off.” You demanded.
He stripped them off before returning to his place on the floor. His cock was hard and fucking huge as it hung between his legs. You had forgotten how big he really was. That was going to be hard to take after so long. Your hand reached down, pulling Toji’s head by his hair to look up at you. His eyes were blown wide. He looked…desperate.
“You want to taste my pussy?” You asked him.
“Yes. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please let me taste you.” He begged.
“So pretty when you beg.” You praised. “Open your mouth.”
He did and you spit on his tongue. He swallowed it eagerly before opening it again in offering.
“Good.” You told him. “Now eat.” You lifted one leg and hooked it over his shoulder. His hands found your hips as he buried his face in your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of his mouth against you after so long. Your hand held his head as he licked you from entrance to clit before sucking your clit into his mouth.
“Fuck!” You cried throwing your head back at the feeling of him.
One of his hands left your hip to spread you open as he continued to please you.
“Fuck Toji. So good!” You said.
You felt his scar brush against your clit and you moaned in response. His fingers glided through your wetness before finding your entrance. He looked up at you, begging with his eyes without removing his mouth from where you needed him.
He slid two fingers inside you causing you to jump at the stretch. He moaned against your pussy at the feeling of just how tight you were. He began slowly pumping his fingers in and out while his lips stayed sealed around your puffy clit. Your hips began to rock absentmindedly as you chased your high.
“Toji, I think I’m gonna-“ your body froze as your orgasm washed over you. Toji smiled as he worked you through your high until your pussy stopped fluttering.
He carefully removed his fingers before kissing your clit and sitting back on his heels. You remained standing with your leg over his shoulder as you leaned on him for support to keep you from falling over. Toji lowered your leg, but held you by the hips. He looked up at you from his place on the floor waiting for your next move.
“You ok?” He asked after a minute.
“Yeah.” You breathed out. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve done that…with someone.”
“Like 5 years long?” He asked.
“Me too.” He admitted. “Couldn’t think about anyone else like that. Always pictured you.”
You leaned down to kiss him.
“You want to fuck me, Toji?” You asked lowly.
“So fucking bad. Feel like I could cum just looking at you.” He said.
“Do it then. Fuck me.” You said biting your lip as you watched the precum gather at his slit.
He pulled you down to straddle him. He was still on his knees. “You’re not going to be able to take me yet. Could barely take my fingers, Mama. Need to stretch you.” He said into your ear as he pressed sloppy kisses over your jaw.
“No!” You whined. “Want you now.”
“I know, Gorgeous, but I’d hurt you.” He soothed.
“Go slow.” You gripped his shoulders as you lined yourself up with his dick.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “Please let me prep you. I’ll be as quick as I can. This is going to hurt.” He tried to reason with you.
His tip probed your entrance before you began to slowly ease down.
“Ohhhhhhhh god.” Toji moaned
You gasped at the stretch you could already feel.
“Does that hurt?” Toji stopped your hips.
“Kinda, but in a good way. Let me keep going!” You said.
Reluctantly he agreed, allowing you to sink down some more. The stretch was painful, but your desire to feel him fully inside you outweighed the pain you felt. Toji slightly thrust upward.
“What?” He asked, clearly blissed out.
“No bucking. Not until I’m all the way down.”
You took him inch by inch, slowly and carefully. If the stretch became too much, you would raise yourself back up before slowly working your way back down again. It was a slow process, and it was driving Toji crazy.
When you were finally fully seated, he lost it.
“Baby-“ his voice was strained. “I can’t anymore. Please! Please just let me fuck you. Let me move! Please.” He looked like he could burst into tears at any moment from the antagonizing pace you had taken his cock.
“You need me that bad?” You stroked over his face with your hand.
“Yes. Fuck. Please, YN. “
You leaned forward to kiss him. His lips chased you as you pulled back.
“Ok, Toji. Take what you want.”
Before you knew it, he had turned the two of you so your back was on the floor with him on top of you. His hips pulled back before snapping into you. You grabbed his arms that caged you in for stability as he began to fuck into you. His head dropped into your shoulder as his hips thrust in and out at a brutal pace.
“So tight. So fucking wet. So beautiful.” Toji mumbled into your shoulder.
“You feel so good, Toji!” You groaned as his hips began to grind against you.
“Tell me I’m yours.” He begged.
“You’re mine.” You confirmed. “All mine.”
His thrusts began again as he grunted against your skin. His breath was rapid.
“All yours.” He repeated. “I’m so sorry, Baby. I was so stupid. Love you so much. So much.”
You held him against you as his movements became less steady than before.
“Can I cum inside you?” He asked.
“Yes!” You cried arching your back as his tip bullied your cervix.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” He bit down on your shoulder as he came inside you.
Finally, he slid out of you gently before collapsing beside you on the floor.
Your hand reached over to feel his heart rate.
“Are you ok? Was that too much?” You asked turning to face him. “It’s beating hard, Toji!”
“I’m fine.” He said as he laid his hand over yours on his chest. “I know you’re worried, Doll, but you’re making me feel like an old man here.” He chuckled. “You can’t check my heart rate every time we have sex.”
“What’s next? A life alert? Gonna sign me up for Medicare?” He joked.
“Sorry, Baby.” You kissed his cheek before scooting toward him to lay your head on his chest. “I’m not trying to make you feel old. I just worry about you.”
“I know.” He kissed your head.
You both lay there staring at the ceiling in silence for a minute before Toji spoke again.
“I meant it. All of it. I didn’t say it just to sleep with you.” He said running his fingers through your hair.
“I fucking love you.” He said. “Thank you. For everything.”
Tears clouded your vision.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for becoming the man I always knew you could be.”
He held you tightly against him.
“When I eventually die of old age, I want to die just like that.”
“So like next week?” You asked.
“You fucking asshole.” He laughed.
“What did you mean though?” You said through giggles.
“With you and Megs surrounding me like you did that day. I could feel him holding me. I could hear you both telling me you loved me. That’s how I want to die.”
“What else do you remember?” You asked intrigued.
“It was so weird. I remember laying in one spot for so long. After a while I couldn’t feel the gunshot anymore. I was cold, but it was peaceful too. I could see Megumi’s mom. She was smiling at me, and then I saw Megs. I saw him grow up in what had to have been minutes, but it felt like I was watching it all happen in real time. Him as a baby, him growing up, how he is now, and then as a man. He was beautiful. He was happy.” He smiled at the thought. “And then, I saw you.” He said.
“What was I doing?” You asked, turning your head to look at him as you laced one of your hands with one of his.
“I saw you laughing, then I saw you with Megumi. I saw you sleeping next to me. Then you were yelling at me. Telling me I couldn’t die. I couldn’t leave Megs and you behind and that you’d kill me if I died there.”
“So everyone else was your peaceful, beautiful memories, and I was yelling at you.” You laughed.
“No.” He said. “You don’t get it. I could hear Shiu. I could hear him calling for me, but I couldn’t answer him. When I saw you, when you said what you did, I yelled for him. Just once. But he heard me. That’s how they found me that night. You’re my driving force. You saved me. You’ve saved me so many times.” He told you.
You leaned up to kiss him softly. “I’ll keep saving you as many times as I need to.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He said. “But I’ll spend every day of my life making sure you don’t regret all that saving.”
“ I never have. Not for a moment.” You told him gently. “Besides, we’re moving forward. You’re a different man, Toji. And I’m going to hold you to every single promise you’ve made me and Megs the last few months.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He told you.
The next morning, you and Toji made your way to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Megumi appeared a few minutes later, looking shocked when he saw you still there.
“Morning, Baby.” You greeted him.
“Good morning…” he trailed off.
“What’s wrong?” You asked smirking.
“Are you two back together now?” He asked quirking an eye brow.
“Yeah.” Toji said. “That ok?”
“Just don’t fuck it up, Old Man.” He joked.
You laughed as Toji scowled.
“You two talk a lot of shit to a guy who almost died you know? Where’d all that ‘Dad! Toji! Don’t leave us behind! We love you!’ Crap go?”
You and Megumi laughed as Toji smirked.
“We tease you out of love.” You said.
“Oh, is that right?” Toji scoffed.
“Yeah, Dad. Let us have our fun. Soon, your old decrepit brain may not remember who we are.”
Toji turned, pointing the spatula he was holding at his son.
“You two suck.” He said, though you didn’t miss the upturn of his lips.
“Get to cooking, Gramps. We’re hungry.” You said.
“And to think, I came back to life for this shit.” Toji shook his head.
Toji wasn’t a perfect man, but he was the man you loved. You, Toji, and Megumi were a family. After so many years, you’ve finally gotten it right. Family was a gift. Life was a gift. The three of you would just take things one day at a time.
