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SHIT IS NOT A BREAKFAST WORD

𓂃 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𔓘 toji's lack of filter becomes megumi's newest personality trait.

early mornings in the fushiguro household are never quiet.

you wake up to the soft thump of bare feet against the wooden floor, followed by a familiar, grumbly sigh that tells you exactly who's already up. the clock on the microwave glows an unforgiving 6:12 AM , and before you can even fully process that number, you hear a tiny voice from the dining table.

"why nuggets again?"

megumi's tone is deeply offended for someone who is three feet tall and barely awake. he's slumped in his chair, hair sticking up in every direction, arms crossed over his pajamas like he's been personally wronged by the concept of breakfast.

you suppress a smile as you walk into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes. "good morning to you too," you murmur, reaching for the ketchup.

"they're cold," megumi complains, poking one suspiciously with his fork. "and they're dinosaur ones. i wanted the circle ones."

"they're shaped like dinosaurs," you correct gently. "which is objectively cooler."

megumi squints at you, unconvinced. "the t-rex tastes weird."

behind you, toji snorts. he's leaning against the counter in his usual early morning uniform: loose sweatpants, plain shirt, hair a mess from sleep. one arm reaches for the coffee pot , dark circles under his eyes making him look permanently annoyed with the concept of mornings.

"kid," toji says, voice rough, already pouring himself a cup, "they all taste the same."

"no they don't," megumi fires back instantly. "you don't even eat nuggets."

"exactly."

you slide megumi's plate closer and add a little extra ketchup, hoping it'll appease him. he eyes it like he's negotiating a treaty. he pokes one nugget with all the drama of a food critic twice his age.

toji lifts the coffee pot again, frowning when it makes a strange gurgling noise. he tilts it, expecting more coffee.

nothing comes out.

" . . . you've gotta be kidding me."

he gives it another shake. a sad, empty glug.

"son of a—"

"son of a—" megumi echoes immediately, eyes lighting up, fork frozen midair.

"megumi," you say quickly.

toji snaps his head toward the table. "hey— no, no, don't say that."

megumi blinks. "but you said it."

toji rubs his face with his free hand, groaning. "yeah, well, i'm allowed."

"that's not fair."

"that's life."

you turn away to hide your smile as toji slams the pot back onto the machine, muttering under his breath while refilling it with water. the coffee maker chooses that exact moment to sputter loudly, spraying a few angry drops onto the counter and one directly onto toji's hand.

"shit—!"

megumi gasps. "shit!"

the kitchen goes dead silent.

megumi looks between the two of you, clearly very proud of himself.

"megumi," you say carefully, kneeling to his level. "we don't say that."

toji rubs a hand down his face. "yeah, don't—don't say that."

megumi tilts his head. "but papa said it."

toji clicks his tongue. "yeah, well. papa shouldn't have."

you clear your throat. "honey, that's a grown-up word."

megumi tilts his head. "but papa's a grown-up."

toji exhales through his nose, already losing the battle. "okay, yeah, but— i'm a bad example."

megumi considers this deeply, then nods. "i'll say it when i'm big."

"please don't," you and toji say at the same time.

toji finally gets his coffee brewing again, shaking his head as he leans back against the counter, taking a cautious sip from an older mug he found in the sink.

megumi pokes at his nuggets again. "next time, can we have pancakes?"

toji raises a brow. "minus the grown-up word, and i'll think about it."

megumi considers this, then looks back at his nuggets. "these are still bad."

mind you, the clock still says 6 AM which is a time meant for sleep, not nugget review and swearing.

when baby megumi wipes off dad!toji's kisses 𑣲 .✦ ݁˖ ۶ৎ content: fluff, husband!toji x reader, baby megumi, reader as mamaguro if you want, domestic toji | wc 971

you're sat cross-legged on the living room floor, the tv light casting hazy flickers across the room. to your left sits toji, leaning backwards propping himself up with his arm, your son's head propped against his chest. megumi blinks sleepily, long lashes batting slowly as he tries to watch the movie on screen, his head nodding up and down every so often in a drowsy attempt not to drift off. one of his hands is clenched into a tiny fist, clasping tightly onto toji's t-shirt, black spiky hair pressed against the fabric as he rests his head.

unfinished popcorn lays abandoned in a bowl off to the side, pillows scattered from the makeshift fort you and megumi had tried to assemble earlier to watch the movie in. laying amongst the mess of pillows lies two wolf plushies, each with soft fur in colours of deep black and ivory-white each.

you’d spent the majority of the evening in the fort with megumi, watching as he demonstrated a shadow puppet wolf with his chubby hands, lip jutted out and face set in concentration with the most seriousness you think you’ve ever seen in a three year old. you’d watched patiently before following his example, making your own shadow puppet dog. his eyes had widened in a look of subtle pride before he quickly got to his feet and shuffled over to the kitchen to demonstrate the shadow puppet to his father.

clearly worn out now, megumi yawns against toji’s chest, subconsciously curling further into his dad’s warmth, and you smile to yourself at the tiny notion. your eyes flicker up to toji’s, and you’re sure you see his own gaze soften as he watches the action, your husband’s jagged, tired features seeming to erode around the edges into something warmer, more gentle.

meeting your gaze, he smiles, the scar on his lip tilting upwards in a kind of weighted contentment. he’d always felt terrifyingly new to fatherhood: unfit for it, like he was filling in a space he didn’t quite know how to exist in, urging himself to fulfil a father role he’d never quite been able to know himself.

toji moves his other arm to rest around the boy’s back, touch surprisingly tender, rubbing soft circles into his back as megumi blinks, barely half-awake. you lean in from where you’re sat before softly speaking, careful not to startle him too much.

“…gumi, let’s get you to bed, okay?”

you pull yourself up off the floor as toji pulls megumi away from his chest. the boy blinks, slightly disoriented and still somewhat drowsy as toji helps him stand upright so that he can walk to your side. he picks up one of the dog plushies off the floor, trying and failing to stifle a yawn with his small fist. you smile, using a hand to ruffle the inky mess of dark spikes on his head.

“do you want to say goodnight to your dad first?”

the three year old nods sleepily, shuffling his way back to toji and slowly extending his arms in a tiny, almost shy attempt at a hug. toji smiles, pulling him in tight as your son winces, lip pushed out and brows furrowed as he tries to push toji away. his attempts are pointless, however, as he gets pulled in so that toji can press a kiss to his cheek. megumi shudders at the sensation of the scarred flesh against his face before immediately pulling away, brows furrowed as he shakes his head in disgust and wipes his face with his sleeve.

toji’s face immediately falls, his hand stilling on megumi’s back.

“what was that for?” the teasing tone is evidence in his voice as he tightens his grip on megumi, pressing two more firm kisses to the boy’s face in quick succession. he laughs roughly at the way megumi grumbles, the child’s cheeks puffed out and tiny hands outstretched, trying once more to distance himself.

you watch the scene unfold, toji’s scarred lip curling into a broad grin as he ruffles the boy’s hair. his arms are wrapped firmly around your poor son who continues to struggle, attempting to rid himself of the tight grasp, eyes screwed shut and trying to turn his face away.

another few kisses are pressed to his cheek and then his forehead in turn, with megumi huffing loudly and sticking his tongue out in disgust before finally breaking free of toji’s grip. as soon as he’s escaped, he rushes to hide behind your legs, trying to rub the kisses off his face with one of his oversized pj sleeves. his messy hair is somehow even more tousled from toji’s playful teasing and hair ruffles, his chest heaving dramatically with the exertion of getting out of toji’s grasp.

you pick megumi up before turning to look down at your husband, still sat on the floor with his smug grin.

“stop that, toji. leave him alone!” your husband grins up at you, shrugging playfully as you roll your eyes, turning your head to megumi. he’s gone silent now, perceptive gaze flickering between you and toji as though trying to gauge whose side you’re really on. you speak softly, voice hushed as though to reassure him.

“okay, let’s go upstairs and pick out your bedtime story gumi.”

you feel megumi cautiously twist in your arms so that he can face his father once more, wordlessly lifting a hand to offer a half-wave goodnight, eyes still slightly widened with a subtle sense of alertness, undoubtedly thanks to toji’s attack.

smiling at the sweet gesture, you turn to make your way up the stairs to megumi’s room with him in your hands, but not without catching toji’s playful response from the living room. his voice is softer, the usual roughness subdued into subtle tenderness.

“yeah, yeah. night, brat.”

author’s notes: this is for the anon who requested more dad!toji, i really hope you like this!! the concept had been on my mind for a little while so i was excited to get round to writing it ahh! i’m a firm believer that toji would 100% be a ragebaiter as a dad, him + grumpy/quiet megumi make such a funny duo i really love them🥹 taglist (thank you!!!): @mayegasm @nonchalantfiend @kissthesword @mochiakun @rielovesphel @yujismissingfingers @megumigooner @vanillaascented @megumisrighttoe @catgvrl @dreamydaredevil @stqrgumi @mariisagb @renrenrenren17

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“he’s fat.”

toji got a slap to the shoulder from you.

“he’s not fat.” your husband gave you a look. then looked to your baby. megumi stared at his father. his chubby cheeks smushed against your chest where his head laid.

“lemme’.” toji held his hands out.

“why so you can call him fat?” you asked as you held your son still. fingers combing through the full head of hair he had. toji glared.

“just lemme see him.” toji grabbed his son, lifting him up. “damn—”

“what?” you asked, sitting up.

“he’s heavy.”

toji got another slap to the shoulder before megumi was taken from his grasp.

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late dinner

fluff: papa!toji and baby!gumi

The bottle of mayonnaise landed in the cart with a soft thud. Toji moved unhurriedly through the aisles of the supermarket near his place. For a Friday evening, the place was surprisingly quiet.

“…so cute!”. “He’s so hot!” whispered a group of women passing by. Toji chuckled – he was used to this reaction. His tall stature and impressive physique always attracted attention from women. But with Megumi it only made him stand out even more.

“The baby is so sweet…He looks just like his daddy,” the ladies giggled and cooed like a bunch of high schoolers. Sitting in his baby carrier, Megumi shrank under the attention and shyly hid his face in his chubby hands.

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ぜ | fluff

Parent-teacher day was supposed to be harmless with the Fushiguro's!

That was the promise you made yourself when you agreed to come along. Just sit in a classroom, hear about Megumi’s grades, maybe shake a hand or two—easy. Normal.

What you hadn’t accounted for was Toji insisting he had to come too.

“Someone’s gotta make sure the kid’s teachers know he’s got backup,” he’d said that morning, cracking his knuckles like parent-teacher meetings involved cage fighting. You’d laughed, thinking he was joking.

He wasn’t.

So now here you were, sitting in a little chair in Megumi’s classroom, knees practically up to your chest, while Toji sprawled beside you like he owned the place. Megumi sat stiffly on your other side, jaw tight, like if he ignored his father hard enough, maybe Toji would evaporate.

The teacher—a kind-looking man in glasses—flipped through Megumi’s file with a smile. “Well, I just want to start by saying, Megumi’s a very bright student. Always diligent, very polite.”

Your heart swelled. You reached over to squeeze Megumi’s hand, but he pulled it away instantly, ears turning red.

Before you could say anything, the teacher glanced at you, smiling. “And I must say, you’ve clearly raised him well.”

You opened your mouth to deflect politely, but you didn’t even get the chance.

Because Toji leaned forward, slid a heavy arm around your shoulders, and grinned like a cat.

“Yeah,” he drawled. “She’s pretty amazing, huh?”

The teacher blinked, startled. You blinked, mortified. Megumi groaned into his hand.

“Can you not?” he hissed at Toji, voice sharp.

“What?” Toji smirked, tugging you closer until you nearly slid out of your tiny chair. “I’m just agreeing with the man. He’s got good taste.”

“Unbelievable,” Megumi muttered, glaring at the floor.

The teacher, to his credit, valiantly attempted to steer the conversation back on track, but it was impossible to ignore the six-foot-something man practically marking his territory in the middle of the classroom.

When the teacher mentioned how well Megumi worked independently, Toji cut in with, “Yeah, gets that from her. Always taking charge.”

When the teacher praised Megumi’s focus, Toji added, “Guess that runs in the family. She’s got laser focus when it counts.”

By the third time Toji made it about you, Megumi snapped.

“This is about me, not you two,” he said, glaring at both of you. “Stop being gross.”

You almost choked on your laugh. “We’re not being gross—”

“Yes, you are,” Megumi deadpanned. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Toji, absolutely delighted, leaned back in his chair and stretched like a satisfied lion. “Kid’s just mad we’re cooler than him.”

That was when Megumi stood up, muttered “I’m leaving,” and walked straight out of the classroom.

You slapped Toji’s arm, glaring. “You couldn’t just behave for an hour?”

He shrugged, unbothered. “What? I was complimenting you.”

“You embarrassed him!”

“Nah.” Toji’s grin widened. “That’s just what being a teenager feels like.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands, while Toji sat there smug as ever. And when you finally went out into the hall to find Megumi sulking against the lockers, the only thing you could think was—next year, you were coming alone.

notes, my brain is rotting from thinking of how adorable they are!

he's seated rigidly on the living room couch, back straight, arms braced like he's holding a live grenade.

you pause in the doorway for a moment just to take it in.

your hulking mountain of a husband-mercenary by trade, broad enough to blot out the hallway light—is cradling your newborn son with improbable care. massive forearms encircling the baby's fragile frame, one big hand gently adjusting the edge of a mitten so the baby doesn't scratch his own cheek.

and he's staring.

not in concern. not even particularly emotional. just... locked in, brows faintly drawn as he studies your son's face. you wander over, lean against the armrest beside him.

"why's he lookin' at me like that?"

the words are flat, vaguely offended—as if the baby's expression were a personal slight.

you look down. your son is staring straight up at his father. brow furrowed. mouth puckered into something that looks like judgment. even without much expression, he somehow seems... unimpressed. you press your knuckles to your mouth to stifle the laugh, then fail entirely.

"he's not looking at you any kind of way," you giggle, breathless, as you reach down to adjust the beanie slipping sideways on his head. "that's just his default."

toji glances at you, then back at the tiny frown.

"he looks pissed."

"he looks exactly like you."

he grunts, unimpressed by the accusation. but you can tell he sees it too: the stern little set of his mouth. the furrow that's already forming in the centre of his forehead. megumi yawns suddenly, long lashes sweeping down in an absurdly long arc. thick, feminine—the only feature he gets from you. everything else might as well have been stamped out of his father's face.

you ease down beside him, tucking a leg beneath yourself. the baby exhales in his sleep, face still faintly scowling. his tiny socked foot bumps into the thick tendon of toji's wrist. he reaches, knuckles brushing over the tiny ankle, and the baby kicks once, before going still.

"see?" you murmur. "like father, like son."

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Toji sat on the couch drinking apple juice since you banned alcohol in the household, while he watched some sort of baby show. A show you'd catch him watching with Megumi of course, but this one was always his first pick.

"It's for megumi" he'd say narrowing his eyes as he hummed along to the intro song, megumi laying his lap wiggling about.

"See it's his favorite"

"Sure! Whatever you say Toji" you smiled while silently laughing at him, but you couldn't help but feel a small tug on your heart.

Toji didn't have a fun colorful childhood, filled with warm cribs, toys at his dispense, and cartoons to entertain him . No, it was different all over something he couldn't control- even if it was silly and a little childish.

You're brought out of your thoughts, by toji moving megumis' unamused body to the kiddy theme song telling all the kids the shows lesson.

"look he's dancing" he snickered, moving 'gumi's limp body. Until he feels something warm on his thigh.

"uh" he scowled at Megumi as he spit up, "I don't think he likes dancing" you giggle grabbing a light yellow cloth to help him clean up.

"You're lucky its not something else" Toji only cursed beneath his breath as he changed sweat pants, while you held the all too satisfied 'gumi. "Little turd didn't like dancing but sure enjoys ruinin' my clothes"

" 'gumi thinks it's funny, isn't that right?" you say tickling Megumi, while he squealed within your arms. "Oh that reminds me, he needs shampoo, and diapers" you add while coddling Megumi.

"Shampoo? What for his three hairs?" he said inspecting Megumi's downy spikey hair and gently caressing the baby's soft head. "He still needs to smell better than you"

"Shut up" he grumbled taking Megumi from your warm embrace, "Mama's boy" Toji said while lifting Megumi up and out of the room to let you change.

He waved goodbye when you left to buy Megumi's necessities , sneaking away so 'gumi wouldn't wail or escape Toji's arms trying to be with his favorite person ever.

"Which animal do ya like kid" he asked looking at the contraption beside him that held Megumi, while stealing one of the poops baby snacks.

In which Megumi fought back, flailing his fat hand at Tojis to protect his precious yogurt snacks.

"Fatty" he grumbled his attention to the tv where the colorful cartoons sang about accepting each others differences, "this would've been helpful in the clan" a sigh escaped him, lifting up megumi and holding the boy close.

"guess I broke the cycle" he said softly lifting 'gumi in the air, "you're not so bad... sometimes" Megumi let out a small coo, a small smile appearing on Toji's lips.

sometimes i dont want backshots 💔

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you and toji as first-time parents ₊˚ ◟✶ .

when your two-person residence was due to become a three, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. you and toji had planned this, but all the information you thought came to mothers naturally…well, it never did. you had no idea how to look after one. some days, you tried to be productive and prepare by watching nanny shows made for disciplining naughty kids, until toji leaned in and kissed your rounded belly, reminding you that your child wasn’t even born yet.

you were giggling more than you were learning, anyway.

however, all your worries vanished when megumi was born — he must’ve been the most adorable little boy, and you felt beyond blessed to be able to hold him in your arms, seeing him coo and hold up his hands to grasp at nothing. even as a newborn, with his full head of dark, uneven hair and sharp eyes, he resembled his father.

“nah, he’s got your face”, toji’d say, one of his lazy smiles plastered on his face as you both held your son. “i see it.”

everything fell into a routine after the birth. it was fine with a newborn. a diaper change, breastfeeding, another nap. but obviously, a baby grows, and their needs get more complex.

the problem was that it didn’t matter how many hours of research you did or how many parenting books you bought; you both seemed to be hopeless when it came to hands-on experience.

“there he goes, cryin’ again.” toji shot you a tired look, already sleep deprived from the amount of missed bedtimes, trying to stay awake for little megumi. you swore you could see the dark circles actively materialising under his eyes. it was now five in the morning, and you were both sprawled over the couch: you held yet another help book in your hands, while he held the wailing baby, patting his back softly to try ease whatever his problem was. “the fuck do i do now?”

“firstly, you can mind your language in front of our son.” you said, earning a chuckle from your husband as you sat up, holding your arms out. “give him here, babe.”

“now hold on. he doesn’t even understand anything. watch,” toji smirked, his hands grabbing under megumi’s arms so he’d be facing him directly, turning away from you. “fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit bitch fuck shit—“

“toji, oh my goodness. stop it.” you sighed, trying to reach for your baby, weakly grabbing at toji’s forearm. “seriously.”

he grinned, glancing at you and holding the now surprisingly quiet megumi out of reach. “s’not funny sweetheart, this isn’t a laughin’ matter. look, even megumi’s not amused.”

you smacked his arm gently, trying to stop yourself from smiling, but failed and let a laugh slip. an exaggerated groan followed. “ugh, enough. i was trying to set a good example!”

“for this pipsqueak?” he held megumi close to his chest again, taking his little hand to make him wave at you. “i bet he doesn’t even know he exists.”

his statement was unfortunately proven right, with megumi babbling and getting all wide-eyed over seeing his own hand in the air.

“no, toji, i meant for you. at your big age.”

“well he’s not crying anymore. that means it worked.”

megumi clenched and unclenched his chubby hands, reaching for you, kicking his legs against toji’s abdomen. this had you immediately reacting, letting his hand wrap around your finger. you decided that this was what they called that motherly feeling. wanting your flesh to be close to you at all times. even if the flesh drools half the time. and vomits on all your favourite shirts.

“oh, gumi, don’t mind daddy.” you fawned over your creation, softly pressing your lips to his cheek, giving him two airy kisses before he started gurgling again. a bad sign of tears. “please- please no.”

“how does this little thing store so much damn water?” toji’s brows furrowed as you took megumi from his hands. the gurgles were slowly growing into howls.

“he’s going all red.” you shushed him with the sway of your arms. “exactly like you.”

“i don’t ‘go red’, and i’ve never cried in my life.”

“i saw you wipe your tears when megumi was born, toji.” you stifled a laugh, and megumi quietened, as if waiting to hear what you’d say. “did you hear that, gumi? daddy cried when you were born. in the corner. in fact, he was so happy, and he spent hours staring at your little cot.”

you stood up, walking to the bedroom, continuing to speak in that soft voice as your baby’s eyes started to close. “and he wanted to carry you everywhere himself. still does.”

toji joined your side as you gently placed your son in his bed.

“exposing me in front of the baby?” he tilted his head, nearly blocking the entire door frame as he leaned against it. “i think i deserve compensation for that.”

“what kind of compensation?” you crossed your arms, whispering.

“a kiss in exchange for my secret.”

“right. as if he’ll remember.” you giggled, but threw your arms around his neck as he closed the door behind you. “but i guess you deserve it for being the best dad ever.”

his hands settled on your hips as you both swayed naturally, his brows raising and the familiar smirk returning to his face.

“and the best husband?”

“…and the best husband.”

note: i liiive for emotionallyavailabledad!toji 🤍🤍🤍 also short bc it’s exam month and i have to st*dy(??😭😢

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