Toji Fushiguro

You were in a store when a crying child ran up to you. You didn't think the child could be more than eighteen months old. You looked around, searching for any distraught parents who might be searching for their missing child. But seeing no one, you crouched down next to the child, trying to calm him down.
The little boy was tugging at your pants, tears running down his tiny cheeks, crying for his daddy. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll help you find your daddy,” you said as you took his tiny hand in yours. You thought about taking him to the front counter and asking the employees to announce a search for a missing child, but just as you started walking, someone stepped in your way.
"What are you doing with my son?" Toji asked, looking down at you.

Your son ran towards you