Toji Fushiguro was supposed to do his job. He is just a tired dad.
“Hi?”
“Oh, hello.”
“Aren’t you here to kill me… what are you doing?”
The man scratches at the back of his neck. “Yeah, good question…”
Y/n raises an eyebrow. She kicks at a rock. “Is that a baby?” She points to the squiggly thing strapped to the tall, buff man in sweatpants and a loose, dirty t-shirt.
The man looks down at Y/n. There’s quite the height difference.
Y/n herself thought she was average, maybe. Not so short. Definitely not weird killer height.
“Yeah…” He answers lethargically.
It does look comical, huh? This huge man with big arms and a large sword, baby strapped to his chest, looking like he hasn’t slept in his life.
The baby seems simply unaware.
“What’s their name?“
The man looks at the baby. The baby looks up at the man. “Megumi.”
Y/n smiles. “That’s pretty. Well, Memi, I’m Y/n.”
“Me… mi.”
“What it just sounds cute. Does that bother you, Megumi?”
The baby hits the man’s chest and giggles.
“Guess not.” Y/n grins. “Now, Memi, can you tell me what your dad’s name is?”
The man still looks way too out of it. He blinks a few times. And then he shakes his head softly. “Toji.”
“We’re not really supposed to exchange names like this, are we?”
Toji shrugs. “I’m just gonna have to kill you now. Was planning on, anyway.”
“Yep. Caught onto that. Why though?”
Toji steps closer. “Don’t care.”
Y/n scoffs. “Wow, Memi. Your dad is just a piece of cake.”
Megumi makes some sounds. Y/n doesn’t know if he responds to the nickname, or to something close sounding to his name, or just because. Babies are strange.
“Don’t take it personally.”
Y/n snorts. “It kind of is?”
Toji rolls his eyes. It looks like it hurts too move his eyes so much. “Don’t have all day, kid.”
“Hardly a kid.”
“Three apples tall, with a wannabe Sailor Moon backpack and hair clips. Right.” Toji cranes his neck a bit, to stretch.
“Hold on,” Y/n pauses, “This is Tokyo Mew Mew, not, not Sailor Moon! Why do you know Sailor Moon?”
“Stupid questions, Y/n.” Toji shakes his head, smirks. “If you’re gonna ask questions, better make them smart, won’t save you anyway.”
“Stop for a second, you weirdo. You look like you’re about too fall on your ass! Think of Memi!”
Toji clenches his fist. “He is all I think of! This little— argh! He literally won’t let me think of something else!”
“Oh snap” And then, “Oh so Memi is a boy!”
Toji blinks. “Yes, he is.”
“Ok then.”
Toji looks dumbfounded. “You interrupted me.”
Y/n raises her arms placatingly. “Feel free to keep on complaining, you tired dad man.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Yes, ahem, you are, dad man.”
“Why are you calling me that?”
“Cause you’re a dad, man. Hehe.”
Toji breaths in, and then out. Rubs at the crease between his eyebrows.
Y/n’s eyes light up. “Hey, Toji man, you dad, you, hmm, why don’t we just raincheck this, yeah?”
Toji squints at Y/n. And then he just shrugs. “I literally have no energy for this.”
“Yes, that’s right. Let’s go sleep somewhere, ok? Soft bed… I look after Memi?”
“I’m not leaving Memi— ah, Megumi with you.”
“Fine.”
“Fine. You pay.”
“Sure, I will.”
“Just so you know, any normal dude guy person would look short next to you.”
