#papaguro

[lemonlover1110]

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Megumi takes his store very seriously but he does neglect a customer once in a while.

Warnings: Fluff

*New content for Toji week🙂‍↕️

Whenever Toji’s bored, he indulges in Megumi’s weird scenarios. It feels absurd to play along, especially with how small every toy is compared to the gigantic man– And he won’t even mention just how seriously Megumi takes everything. But Toji plays along because it makes the child happy, and he guesses being a good dad is nice once in a while or whatnot.

Toji just prays that you don’t ever catch him doing this because he’d never hear the end of it.

“Are you going to ring me up or what?” Toji has been kneeling in front of the small cash register for what feels like an eternity, but Megumi is paying no mind to the man. Megumi asked to play yet he pays no attention to his father. Well, can you blame him? He’s running a kitchen behind the register as well, he’s a busy child.

“Wait!” Megumi yells, immediately getting upset that Toji is being impatient.

“Man, I need to start going to another grocery store, the customer service here sucks.” Toji teases, holding back a laugh. He chuckles, a sound that sends the child to the edge.

Megumi turns around, revealing the frown on his face. He’s not happy with his dad’s joke. But as the stellar employee he is, he begins to check out the items that Toji has put on the register.

“Beep.” Not only is he a stellar employee but he makes his own sound effects. Really, he deserves a raise for all his hard work.

“Will you hurry up? I’m trying to get back home to my wife.” Toji plays along, watching as Megumi takes his sweet time to scan all the plastic toys.

“She doesn’t like you that much.” Megumi comments, and Toji raises his brows. He’s a bit taken back by the response, but he guesses it’s only natural. Megumi has a bad mouth, he’ll talk back to Toji and say just about anything.

“Where’s your manager? I wanna talk to him.”

“I’m the manager!” Megumi responds.

“Your store sucks, and I’m not paying for the groceries.” Toji ends up standing up, his knees cracking as he finally gets up from the floor.

“Fine.” Megumi dramatically turns on his heel, going back to his play kitchen. It makes Toji believe that his time in the playroom is over, until he begins to walk away. He feels the tiny hand tug his pants.

“What is it, Megumi?” Toji looks down on the child who’s clearly had a change of heart.

“Come to my restaurant.”

[spoksstuff]

details:

all credits to the original artist @zuyuancesar on X, ig & tumblr

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- i might have severe baby fever, idk.

pairing- husband toji x fem!reader

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Contrary to his name literally meaning “blessing”, Megumi was nothing short of a curse during bath time. He absolutely hated it, and he made it his tiny life’s mission to make sure his parents dreaded it as well.

“Megs, please just.. work with me here,” Toji pleaded, exhaustion brewing inside of him, his hands desperately trying to keep the squirming child before him tame.

You’d gone to run some errands, leaving Toji to attempt bath time alone, his previous confidence shriveling into nothingness the second he heard little Megumi cry as soon as he was dunked into the warm water. At three months old, he was the perfect child, quiet and happy, tame in every aspect of life, a fact that seemed to be nothing but false when Toji was the one left in charge of watching him.

Toji didn’t even think it possible for something to cry as much as Megumi did without passing out, but he had been proven wrong before, the wriggling thing in his hands wailing his heart out to try and convince his dad to let him out. “I’m sorry baby, but you did this to yourself,” he huffed, gently rubbing bubbles along his son’s belly, tiny feet kicking water up at him, Megumi clearly trying to escape the horror of his nightly bath.

You see, Toji would feel bad for his baby had he not been the cause for the bath in the first place, the mashed carrots he had for dinner ending up smeared down his face and front, far from the target of his mouth. Said carrots began to fade away from the whimpering Megumi’s skin, turning the water into a soapy orange. His little body fit perfectly in Toji’s large hands, the newborn scrunch still apparent as baby Megs’ legs squished up to his belly in a useless attempt at kicking his dad’s fingers away.

The crying problem only escalated as soon as Toji introduced a washcloth into the picture, Megumi squealing, kicking and writhing with so much force, he might as well have been a full-grown adult.

Without your seemingly ‘all-knowing’ insight when it came to parenting, Toji rushed to find his own solution, grabbing a used bottle of soap that appeared to be extremely bubbly, hurriedly pumping out the liquid into the water filled basin, praying that the mysterious substance would somehow, someway, quell the curse possessing his son.

It was almost as if Megumi was hypnotized or something, because the instant the familiar smell of his mother hit his nose, his screaming cries died down to nothing but little babbles, coos leaving him in a low, comfortable purr. You see, it wasn’t just any old soap bottle. No, it was the soap you had used to bathe Megs the night after you’d come home from the hospital after giving birth. Toji remembered just how surreal and peaceful the night was, so he could understand why the familiar scent would coax his baby into a severe bout of relaxation.

Finally quitting his incessant wriggling, Megumi relaxed in Toji’s hold, the smell of the soap slowly coaxing him into a sleepy state, his little nose wrinkling and eyelids occasionally fluttering open and closed. Toji hadn't noticed before but his tiny fingers began to wrap around his pinky finger, holding onto it in a playful manner.

“hm-” Toji hummed, finally understanding the cause of his son’s untamable mood. “You just miss mama, huh?” he murmured, gentle as he picked up a sponge, running the soft material along the cooing baby’s chest and belly, sudsing up his little body, taking advantage of the sleepy mood that seemed to come over the boy.

“Yeah.. me too,” was all Toji could think to say, honestly relating to the fit his son had thrown over missing his mother, Toji feeling the same way but without the screaming and crying to show it. Finishing his gentle cleansing, Toji leaned down to press a kiss on the sleepy Megumi’s forehead. "Let’s get you to bed," he whispered, hand cupping some water to rinse him with before he gently lifted him to his chest, head resting against his shoulder.

It was a breeze the rest of the night, Toji falling victim to sleep as well, he and Megumi alike in a sense that they both enjoyed resting more than anything. The couch was the chosen spot, Toji lying shirtless against the large piece of furniture, Megumi’s blue, fuzzy onesie warm against his chest as they dozed off, a large hand resting against the tiny baby’s back, holding him safe and sound even while unconscious.

He couldn’t explain it, but being alone with his child, his baby, kindled a feeling of comfortability, of pure contentment, in his chest, he knew that no matter how untamable or stubborn or confusing Megumi could be at times, he would always be his son, his little curse of a blessing.

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[idiot-caricigarette]

Papaguro and Fem!Toji for anon!

[kohhomaru]

I had to when I saw it, it was just the first thing I thought of when I saw this. I think this would be something toji would do.

Here is the link to the original : https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5EDJhGJPlc/?igsh=Y3dhd3IwOWt2dGkw

[vimesy-art]

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[theelegantpotato]

Toji version (where shiu accidentally outs them)

The velocity with which I would SMASH that follow button IS CRAZY

[l1ng]

papaguro!!