Toji Fushiguro || Marriage

Toji was always at work, he’d barely appeared in Megumi’s life as much as he should’ve. Surprisingly, he still lived in that house, coming occasionally while caked in blood just to shower in your “shared” room.

Worst part of it was how he left his wife to handle their son. The little boy, Megumi, who’d go weeks without seeing his own dad. He’d see him tonight though, because Toji was knocking on the door, as if a visitor in his own home.
“You there?”