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in the hush between us
genre: fluff, comfort, slice of life, soft romance, domestic intimacy
summary: in the quiet of an ordinary evening, you and caleb find comfort in simply being together. what starts as shared silence turns into something warmer. unspoken reassurance, gentle touches, and the kind of closeness that doesn’t ask for anything more than presence. sometimes, love isn’t loud or dramatic, it’s just staying.
the first thing you notice is the quiet.
not the empty kind. not the the hush between us kind.
the kind that feels… held.
caleb is sitting beside you, back resting against the headboard, one knee pulled up, absentmindedly scrolling through something on his device. the soft glow reflects faintly on his face, catching the curve of his cheek, the calm set of his expression.
you’re supposed to be reading.
supposed to.
instead, your head is tipped against his shoulder, your book half-forgotten in your lap, your fingers loosely hooked into the fabric of his sleeve like you need the reminder that he’s real.
he glances down.
“you’ve been on the same page for ten minutes.”
you hum, not even pretending to deny it. “it’s a very… important page.”
“mm.” there’s a hint of a smile in his voice now. “want me to read it for you?”
“no,” you mumble, shifting closer instead. “i like this better.”
he doesnt respond immediately, but his scrolling slows… then stops.
his arm, warm and steady, slides around your shoulders like it belongs there. like it always has.
and maybe it does.
you feel the subtle exhale he lets out, the kind that carries the weight of a long day finally setting down.
“tired?” you ask softly.
“a little,” he admits. “but this helps.”
that makes something in your chest ache in the gentlest way.
you tilt your head just enough to look at him. “just… sitting here?”
he meets your gaze then, eyes softer than you expect.
“being with you,” he corrects.
you look away first. not because you want to, but because you have to. because there’s only so much of that kind of honesty you can take without your heart doing something embarrassingly loud.
“you say things like that so casually,” you mutter.”
“should i not?”
“…no. just- warn me next time.”
that earns a quiet laugh. low, warm, close enough that you feel it more than hear it. there’s a pause after that. the comfortable kind again. the kind that doesn’t need filling. your fingers trace small patterns against his sleeve, barely thinking about it. he notices anyway. he always does. his hand shifts, gently catching yours. not stopping you, just holding. his thumb brushes once across your knuckles.
“stay,” he says, softer this time.
you blink. “i’m not going anywhere?”
“i know.” a beat. “just… stay like this.”
there’s something almost vulnerable in the way he says it, and that’s what gets you.
you turn back toward him fully now, closing the little distance that’s left, resting against him without hesitation.
“okay,” you whisper. “i will.”
his grip tightens just slightly, like he needed to hear that.
outside, the world keeps moving. distant sounds, faint light shifting through the curtains, but here, in this small pocket of warmth and quiet, everything slows.
caleb leans his head lightly against yours.
and for once, neither of you rush the moment.
you just stay.
more girldad!toji bc it’s a need ;)
it’s sunday morning.
sunlight is barely filtering through the curtains when toji feels it: small fingers aggressively trying to pry one of his eyelids open.
“da.”
he groans, rolling slightly onto his back.
“how’d you get out of your crib, you gremlin?”
“da,” she repeats, louder.
he cracks an eye open. your two year old daughter is standing on the bed between you two, wild hair sprouting out in every direction, holding her stuffed bunny by one ear.
you’re still asleep, grabbing onto your pillow, sheets pulled up to your nose. toji’s envious.
he squints at the clock.
5:43 a.m.
“hell no,” he mutters.
and then your daughter sits directly on his chest.
“oof—kid.”
“up,” she says, patting his face. “pancake.”
he stares at her, deadpan.
“when the fu—since when did you learn to say pancake?”
“pan-cake,” she insists, nodding.
you groan softly, stirring from your sleep, pressing your face into his shoulder. “toji,” you say sleepily.
“baby. it’s the asscrack of dawn.”
“she’s hungry.”
“your nipple’s right there,” he says matter of factly, earning him a weak push to the chest.
“she doesn’t get breastfed anymore, toji,” you say, rubbing your eyes.
he looks at your daughter incredulously. “the hell? what kind of baby doesn’t want boob?”
“she wants pancakes,” you say, giving toji those soft eyes you know he can’t resist, your girl immediately coping you, doe eyes big and shining as she grips onto her dad’s shirt.
toji groans, dropping his head back against his pillow. “you’re lucky you’re cute, kid,” he mumbles, squeezing her cheek, which makes her giggle in glee.
your daughter shifts in his arms, curling into him and pressing her little feet to his stomach. he hisses immediately. “why are your toes ice?”
he picks her up, settling her against his hip like she weighs nothing. she wraps her arms around his neck and rests her cheek against his shoulder, already all smiles again now that she’s won.
“i love you,” you singsong sleepily as toji treads out of the room. his chest does all sorts of flips, still (he’s so lucky he married you) and he mumbles an “i love you” back, padding down the stairs.
he looks down at the tiny human in his arms, who’s smiling with her twelve teeth, hair still rumpled. toji pats her head softly.
“if ya didn’t look so much like your mama, i wouldn’t be doing this for you, kid,” he muttered, smallest fond smile etched on his face.
your daughter babbles happily, arms reaching for her high stool as toji walks into the kitchen.
he gets to the stove and fiddles with the griddle settings before starting on the batter.
“now, your mama doesn’t like when there’s too many chocolate chips in there, cause then you won’t nap,” he says, stirring the mix. “but.”
he reaches into the bag and pulls out three chocolate chips, placing them in front of his daughter. she beams, tiny hands pawing for them.
“don’t tell. you got me, kid?”
she nods very seriously. “yes,” she whispers, immediately shoving a chocolate chip into her mouth.
“you’re so messy,” he grumbles, wiping at the brown smudge at the corner of her lips. she grins, and he snorts, turning back to the stove.
“circle,” she instructs, pointing to the batter. “circle.”
“i know what pancakes look like,” toji says, pouring batter in the pan that immediately spreads unevenly. “..close enough.”
your daughter is happily kicking her legs against her high stool, chanting “pan-cake! pan-cake!”, and cheers when toji places a lopsided pancake (with a couple chocolate chips sprinkled on top) in front of her.
“look, i know it’s not a circle, but when ya cut it—“
he cuts the pancake into small squares, blowing on them slightly. “there. now that looks pretty damn cool, huh?”
she claps. “thank you, da!”
“yeah,” he mutters, heartstrings tugging. “eat it before it gets cold.”
she proudly stuffs a piece of pancake into her mouth with her fingers, syrup immediately getting everywhere.
“slow,” he warns automatically.
a few minutes later, you shuffle into the kitchen, steps slow against the tile. you pause at the doorway, smile growing on your face as you watch toji gently feed your daughter, listening to her giggle.
your daughter lights up when she sees you, tapping her table top. “ma!”
and then she holds up a chip triumphantly.
“chip!” she announces proudly.
toji closes his eyes.
“you snitch,” he mutters, and you laugh, coming closer and pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. he pretends to be annoyed but his free hand slides around your waist, pulling you to his side.
and your daughter looks at you two , hair wild and cheeks covered in syrup, biggest smile on her face.
you watch toji melt in real time.
she reaches a syrup covered hand towards him, and he doesn’t even hesitate.
he lets her kiss his cheek, sticky and all.
you’ve been quiet all evening.
not your usual soft, thoughtful kind of quiet, either. this is heavy, sulking silence. a quiet born from hurt. you won’t look at him when he walks in, and you don’t meet him at the door like you usually do.
you’re on the couch, legs tucked under you, your face barely illuminated by the glow of the tv you’re not even watching.
kento sees it immediately. the damage he’s done.
he exhales. his tie is loose, his shirt half-unbuttoned from a long day, and he doesn’t even take his shoes off before walking over to you. he drops to one knee in front of the couch, large hands finding your thighs, and you flinch.
just a little. but enough.
he closes his eyes and swears under his breath.
“sweetheart.” his voice is rough, regretful. “look at me.”
you don’t.
“i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
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home is where you are
a sweet and sensual toji x reader fluff fic ft. gumi
genre: fluff, domestic romance, light sensuality, family moments summary: after a tiring day, all you want is to unwind, but toji has other plans—plans that involve warm water, soothing hands, and a carefully prepared meal. just when the evening seems perfect, a small, sleepy interruption reminds you that love comes in many forms—some with grumpy pouts and others with tiny hands reaching for comfort. in the quiet glow of home, laughter and warmth intertwine, turning an ordinary night into something unforgettable.
"long day, huh?" toji’s voice was low and warm, his lips grazing your ear as he pulled you against his chest. his scent—earthy, masculine, with the faintest hint of cedarwood—immediately made you relax.
"you have no idea," you sighed, melting into him.
he hummed, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck. "c’mon, let me take care of you."
before you could protest—not that you really wanted to—he scooped you up with ease, carrying you toward the bathroom. the moment he pushed open the door, the soft glow of candlelight greeted you, flickering gently against the tiled walls. steam curled from the warm bath he had drawn, the soothing scent of yuzu and jasmine filling the air.
"you did all this for me?" you asked, touched.
"tch, who else would i do it for?" he smirked, setting you down. "now, strip."
you rolled your eyes but complied, letting the day’s burdens fall away along with your clothes. toji’s gaze darkened slightly as he took in your bare form, his fingers grazing along your arm as he helped you into the water. the warmth enveloped you instantly, coaxing a deep sigh from your lips.
"that good, huh?" he chuckled, kneeling beside the tub.
"mmhmm," you hummed, eyes slipping shut.
toji dipped his hands into the water, trailing them along your shoulders before reaching for a bottle of oil. you shivered when his calloused fingers pressed against your skin, gliding over your shoulders and down your back with slow, practiced movements.
"relax, baby," he murmured, his thumbs kneading into the tension there.
you exhaled shakily as his hands moved lower, working over your arms, your sides, teasingly brushing your ribcage before sliding back up. the heat of the water, the flickering candlelight, and the sensation of his touch had you completely undone.
"toji…" you breathed out his name, head lolling back against the edge of the tub.
he grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your damp skin. "you sound real pretty when you say my name like that."
you swatted at him weakly, but he only chuckled, his hands dipping lower beneath the water to rub soothing circles over your thighs.
when he finally pulled back, you felt boneless, completely lost in the haze of warmth and his touch. he grabbed a towel, wrapping you up gently before hoisting you into his arms again.
"you really like carrying me, huh?" you murmured, voice sleepy.
he smirked. "love it. you feel good in my arms."
once you were settled in bed, he grabbed a fresh bottle of jasmine-infused oil, warming it between his hands before beginning another slow massage. his touch was more deliberate this time, lingering over the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, his fingers pressing into your muscles in a way that had you sighing in bliss.
"mm, you should do this every day," you mumbled, half-dazed.
toji smirked, lips brushing against your ear. "that an order, princess?"
"if it was, would you listen?"
"hell yeah," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "anything for my girl."
by the time he was done, your skin was soft and glowing, and you felt like you were floating. he pulled you into his arms and carried you to the dining table, where a simple yet beautiful vegetarian meal was waiting.
miso soup, warm and fragrant, sat in small lacquered bowls beside neatly arranged onigiri filled with umeboshi (pickled plum) and shiso leaves. there was a plate of crisp, golden-agedashi tofu, drizzled with a light soy-based sauce, and delicate vegetable tempura with dipping salt on the side. a fresh cucumber and wakame seaweed salad completed the meal.
"you made all this?" you asked, touched.
"yeah, yeah, don’t look so surprised," he grumbled, though the corners of his lips curled up. "told you, gotta make sure you eat right."
you laughed softly, picking up an onigiri and taking a bite. the tartness of the umeboshi balanced perfectly with the fluffy rice. "mmm, this is amazing, toji."
he watched you with lazy satisfaction, stealing a bite from your plate when you weren’t looking. "good, ‘cause i ain’t lettin’ you skip meals anymore."
dinner was warm and filled with lighthearted teasing—toji grumbling when you fed him a piece of tofu instead of letting him steal from your plate, you giggling as he swiped some tempura from yours anyway.
afterward, the two of you curled up in bed, limbs entwined, warmth pressing between you. toji’s rough fingers traced absentminded patterns on your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss.
just as he was about to deepen it, a small, sleepy voice interrupted.
"mamma…?"
both of you turned just in time to see a drowsy megumi waddling toward the bed, his tiny fists rubbing at his eyes. his hair was a mess, sticking up in tufts, and his little lips were slightly pouty from sleep.
you gasped softly, sitting up and holding out your arms. "come here, baby."
megumi wasted no time crawling into your lap, burying his face against your chest with a little hum. you giggled, cradling him close and pressing a flurry of soft kisses to his chubby cheeks.
"my sweet boy," you cooed, peppering more kisses all over his sleepy face.
toji let out a long, exaggerated groan beside you. "tch. and here i thought i was gettin’ all the love tonight."
you turned to him with an amused smirk. "you jealous?"
"damn right, i am," he muttered, arms crossed. "did all that work just to get ignored."
megumi, still half-asleep, turned toward his dad with a small frown. "you’re too big for kisses."
toji’s eye twitched. "oh, you little—"
you burst out laughing, wrapping an arm around megumi as you leaned into toji. "guess you’ll just have to work harder next time."
toji narrowed his eyes before smirking. "alright, that’s it. you two are ganging up on me. no more nice guy."
before you could react, he pulled both you and megumi into his arms, rolling onto his back so you were both trapped against his chest. megumi let out a tiny squeak, and you shrieked with laughter as toji nuzzled into your neck, grumbling about how unfair life was.
and as you lay there, tangled up in the warmth of your little family, you realized—this, right here, was everything.
dreams of you
genre: soft romance, angst, dreamlike longing
summary: a dream so vivid it feels real—wandering hand in hand, sharing laughter, a quiet moment on a cozy couch, a kiss that lingers like warmth against winter air. but dreams are fleeting, and waking up feels like losing him all over again.
the mall was crowded, voices blending into a dull hum, but all i noticed was him—toji. broad, towering, with that lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he held my hand, his grip warm and sure. in my other arm, i clutched a plushie he had won for me, soft against my chest, but nothing compared to the rough, calloused fingers laced with mine.
we wandered without a plan, stopping occasionally when something caught my eye—though, truthfully, he seemed far more interested in watching me than in anything around us. “cute,” he muttered once when i got distracted by a row of tiny keychains, his voice so casual that it took me a second to realize he was talking about me. warmth crept up my face, but he only chuckled, giving my hand a little squeeze.
eventually, we found a quiet corner with a plush couch, and before i could even sit properly, toji pulled me against him, an arm slung lazily around my shoulders. i fit snugly against his side, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling me into comfort.
“cozy, huh?” he murmured, voice teasing but gentle.
i nodded, tucking closer. “yeah.”
for a moment, we just sat there, his fingers tracing idle patterns along my arm, the warmth of his body a quiet reassurance. when i looked up at him, i caught him staring, his green eyes darker, unreadable.
“what?” i asked, a little breathless.
he didn’t answer, just reached out, brushing his knuckles against my cheek before tilting my chin up. and then, slowly, he leaned in.
his lips met mine, warm and unhurried. soft at first, testing, before pressing a little deeper. the hint of stubble against my skin sent the lightest shiver down my spine, a contrast to the tenderness of the kiss. instinctively, my fingers brushed against his jaw, feeling the roughness beneath my touch, grounding me in the moment. he made a small noise in response, something close to a chuckle, but he didn’t pull away—if anything, he only lingered longer, as if neither of us wanted to let go just yet.
then—cold.
the warmth vanished in an instant. the pressure against my lips changed, replaced by something smooth, lifeless.
my eyes fluttered open, and the illusion shattered around me like broken glass. my phone rested against my mouth, the dim screen reflecting nothing but the dull glow of my room. the air felt colder, the silence deafening.
he wasn’t here. he had never been here.
my fingers curled, aching to reach out, to feel the warmth that had felt so real just seconds ago. but there was nothing. only the lingering ghost of a dream that slipped further away with every breath.
i laid back down, staring at the ceiling, a bitter emptiness settling deep in my chest.
funny, how even in dreams, he felt real.
but in reality, he was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.
wrapped in sunlight, wrapped in you ☀️
summary: on a crisp winter afternoon, toji surprises you with a picnic by the lake, complete with warm sunlight, soft banter, and stolen kisses. as the breeze grows cooler, his arms grow warmer, and what starts as playful teasing turns into a tender moment wrapped in quiet affection.
genre: fluff, slice of life, romance
toji wasn’t one for typical romantic gestures, so when he appeared in your doorway holding a picnic basket and a folded blanket, you were understandably suspicious.
“did you get possessed by a rom-com protagonist?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe with an amused grin.
he rolled his eyes, pushing past you like he owned the place. “shut up and put on something warm. you’re always whining about how cold you get.”
“and where are we going exactly?”
“out,” he said simply, setting the basket down on your counter.
you stared at him, trying to decipher his tone. “out where?”
he turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “does it matter? i’m taking you somewhere nice. stop asking questions before i change my mind.”
that earned a laugh out of you, and you grabbed your jacket, deciding to go along with it. “you’re lucky i’m curious.”
“you’re lucky i like you enough to put up with your attitude,” he shot back, smirking.
the drive was quiet but comfortable, with toji’s hand resting on the gear shift. occasionally, he’d glance at you, his lips quirking when you caught him.
“you’re staring again,” you said, breaking the silence.
“just trying to figure out why i’m doing this for you,” he replied, though the way his eyes softened gave him away.
“because i’m cute,” you said confidently, earning a snort from him.
“you’re a pain in the ass,” he muttered, but his hand shifted to rest on your knee, squeezing lightly.
when you arrived at the park, the winter sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow over the bare trees and the quiet lake nearby. it was the kind of day that made winter feel less harsh and more magical.
“you picked this spot?” you asked, surprised as he carried the basket and blanket to a sunny patch near the water.
“don’t make it a big deal,” he said, setting everything down. “you’re always talking about fresh air and sunlight. figured i’d shut you up for a day.”
“aw, toji, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” you teased, grinning as you spread the blanket.
“keep it up and i’ll eat all the food myself,” he warned, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
the basket was simple but thoughtful: sandwiches wrapped neatly, a container of cut-up fruit, pastries that looked like they came from your favorite bakery, and a thermos filled with something steaming.
“you really outdid yourself,” you said, looking at him in mock awe.
“don’t act so surprised,” he replied, sitting down with a huff. “i’m good at everything i do.”
“everything?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
he smirked, leaning in slightly. “you wanna test that theory later?”
your cheeks went warm, and you swatted his arm. “toji!”
he just laughed, pleased with himself, and unwrapped a sandwich.
as you ate, a small dog wandered up to your blanket, its tail wagging furiously.
“look at this little guy!” you said, holding out a hand for the dog to sniff.
toji eyed it warily. “great. freeloaders.”
“he’s cute!” you said, scratching the dog behind the ears. “he just wants to be friends.”
“or he wants food,” toji said, but he still broke off a piece of his sandwich and handed it to the dog, who took it eagerly.
“aw, look at you, mr. softie,” you teased, grinning.
he gave you a deadpan look. “don’t push it.”
the dog eventually curled up at the edge of your blanket, and toji leaned back on his hands, watching the lake. the sunlight caught in his dark hair, and for a moment, you forgot about the teasing.
“you’re staring again,” he said, not even looking at you.
“just trying to figure out why i like you,” you shot back, though the warmth in your voice gave you away.
“because i’m hot,” he replied easily, smirking when you rolled your eyes.
“so modest,” you said, leaning back beside him.
he glanced down at you, his smirk softening into something gentler. “you don’t mind, do you?”
“mind what?”
“this,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the blanket, the basket, the moment. “the whole… picnic thing.”
“toji,” you said, leaning closer, “i love this. it’s perfect.”
he grunted, but his hand found yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
as the afternoon went on, a breeze picked up, and you shivered despite the sunlight. toji noticed immediately, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap.
“come here,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “can’t have you freezing to death.”
“you’re just using me for warmth,” you said, but you nestled against him anyway.
“damn right,” he muttered, resting his chin on your head.
you tilted your head back to look up at him, grinning. “you’re so obvious.”
he smirked down at you, his eyes glinting with amusement. “yeah? you’re lucky i like you.”
you laughed, but your cheeks were warm again, and when he leaned down to kiss you, you didn’t stop him. it was soft, slow, and it made your heart flutter in a way that still surprised you.
when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “you’re cute when you blush,” he said, his voice low.
“you’re impossible,” you muttered, though you couldn’t stop smiling.
“you love it,” he replied, smirking.
“unfortunately,” you said, earning a chuckle from him.
as the sun began to set, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you stayed there in his arms, feeling like the world outside your little blanket didn’t exist.
“so,” you said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence. “does this mean i can drag you on more picnics?”
he groaned dramatically. “don’t push your luck.”
but the way he held you tighter told you everything you needed to know.
bunny kisses 🐇 & pancake mornings 🥞 with fushiguro fam 🤍✨
the soft glow of early morning light spilled into the bedroom. mamaguro was still half-asleep, curled under the blanket, when she felt a tiny hand patting her face.
“mama,” came the little voice, insistent but garbled with sleep.
she cracked open one eye to see baby megumi sitting up beside her, his black hair sticking up in every direction like a little bird's nest. he had one of his plushies clutched in his arms—a floppy-eared bunny she’d sewn for him—and his big blue-green eyes blinked at her expectantly.
“good morning, sweetheart,” mamaguro murmured, brushing her fingers through his messy hair.
toji, sprawled out on the other side of the bed, let out a loud snore, earning a giggle from megumi. the little boy turned toward his dad, crawling clumsily over to him.
“papa!” megumi declared, plopping down on toji’s chest.
toji groaned, one eye cracking open to see his son grinning down at him. “gumi, buddy, it’s too early for this,” he muttered, his voice rough with sleep.
but megumi wasn’t deterred. he leaned down, pressing his tiny hands to toji’s cheeks, smooshing them together as he giggled. “wake up, papa!”
mamaguro laughed softly from her side of the bed. “looks like someone’s decided it’s time to start the day.”
toji let out a dramatic sigh, pulling megumi into his arms and rolling onto his back, the little boy squealing in delight. “you’re lucky you’re cute, kid,” toji said, smirking as he tickled megumi’s sides, earning more giggles.
megumi squirmed, holding his bunny tight as he buried his face in toji’s chest. “papa, nooo!”
“papa, yes,” toji teased, tickling him one last time before letting him go.
mamaguro propped herself up on one elbow, watching the two of them with a soft smile. “you two are a handful, you know that?”
toji glanced over at her, grinning. “you love it.”
“maybe,” she admitted, reaching out to scoop megumi into her arms. she kissed his chubby cheek, making him giggle again.
“mama,” megumi said softly, leaning his head against her shoulder, his little hand clutching her shirt.
toji sat up, ruffling megumi’s hair. “all right, let’s get breakfast going. pancakes, little guy?”
megumi’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands. “’cakes!”
“you spoil him,” mamaguro said with a mock sigh, standing up with megumi in her arms.
toji smirked, throwing an arm around her shoulders as they headed to the kitchen. “yeah, but he’s worth it.”
the kitchen was a cozy mess of warm light and the faint smell of coffee. mamaguro settled into a chair with baby megumi on her lap, his bunny still firmly in his grasp. he babbled happily, occasionally pointing at random things on the table.
toji stood at the stove, wearing an apron mamaguro had insisted he buy months ago. it was black with the words "grill master" printed on it—a little over the top for pancakes, but he wore it anyway.
“watch and learn, gumi,” toji said, flipping a pancake with a little too much flair.
megumi clapped his tiny hands together, clearly impressed by his dad’s “technique.” mamaguro hid a smile behind her hand.
“you know,” she teased, “the goal is to keep the pancake in the pan, not send it flying across the room.”
toji glanced back, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “have some faith, woman. i’ve got this.”
just as he said it, the next pancake flipped… and landed half out of the pan. toji froze, his hand hovering in midair as mamaguro burst into laughter.
“got this, huh?” she said between giggles.
toji sighed dramatically, scraping the half-flipped pancake back into the pan. “you’re setting me up for failure here. the kid’s watching; he’s gonna think i’m an amateur.”
megumi, oblivious to his dad’s plight, was more interested in chewing on his bunny’s ear.
“i think he’s more concerned about breakfast arriving soon,” mamaguro said, gently bouncing megumi on her knee.
“all right, all right,” toji grumbled, focusing on the pan again. after a few more successful flips, he finally had a respectable stack of pancakes. he plated them with a flourish, adding a dollop of butter and a drizzle of syrup.
“voilà,” he said, setting the plate down in front of mamaguro and megumi. “breakfast, courtesy of chef toji.”
megumi reached for the plate immediately, babbling excitedly. mamaguro grabbed his little hands just in time. “hold on, sweetheart. it’s hot.”
toji sat down across from them, watching as mamaguro carefully cut up a pancake into tiny pieces for megumi.
“you spoil him,” toji said with a smirk, mimicking her earlier words.
“he’s worth it,” mamaguro replied, a playful glint in her eyes as she handed megumi a tiny fork.
megumi managed to stab a piece of pancake and shove it into his mouth, syrup smearing across his cheek. he looked up at toji with wide, delighted eyes.
“good?” toji asked, leaning forward.
“good!” megumi replied around a mouthful of pancake.
toji grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “that’s my boy.”
mamaguro watched them with a warm smile, her heart full as her two favorite people shared a quiet, simple moment together.
after breakfast, the kitchen was a sticky war zone of syrup smears and a plate with half-eaten pancake bits strewn about. megumi, with syrup on his cheeks, hands, and somehow even his hair, sat in mamaguro’s lap, blissfully unaware of the chaos he’d caused.
“you know,” mamaguro started, dabbing at megumi’s face with a damp cloth, “if you’re going to call yourself a chef, maybe you could also learn to clean like one.”
toji leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. “hey, my job was pancakes. cleaning’s extra.”
she gave him a mock glare, her lips twitching upward in a smile. “extra, huh? should we count how many pancakes landed halfway out of the pan?”
toji grinned, standing and stretching. “fine, fine. i’ll handle it.” he grabbed a towel and started wiping down the counters, glancing over at them as he worked.
“you know,” he said, smirking, “gumi’s already showing promise. he liked my cooking more than yours.”
“oh, really?” mamaguro said, raising an eyebrow.
toji pointed toward megumi, who was chewing on his bunny’s ear. “look at that face. that’s the face of a satisfied customer.”
megumi chose that moment to let out a small hiccup, which was immediately followed by a bubbly giggle.
“case closed,” toji declared, tossing the towel onto the counter.
“you’re ridiculous,” mamaguro said with a laugh, standing up with megumi in her arms. she kissed the top of megumi’s head, sticky hair and all, then turned to toji. “your satisfied customer needs a bath.”
“hey, it’s only fair if i made breakfast, you take bath duty,” toji teased, leaning against the counter.
mamaguro rolled her eyes. “it’s bath duty, not a death sentence.”
but toji was already moving toward her, taking megumi from her arms. “nah, i’ll handle it. gumi and i have a system, right, kid?”
megumi stared up at him, blinking slowly before reaching for toji’s nose.
“see?” toji said with a grin. “teamwork.”
the bathroom was soon filled with the sound of splashing water and megumi’s giggles. mamaguro lingered in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she watched them.
toji knelt by the tub, rolling up his sleeves as he carefully poured water over megumi’s head. the little boy squealed, splashing water everywhere, including directly onto toji’s face.
“gumi,” toji said, wiping his face with a hand, “you trying to drown me here?”
megumi just laughed, kicking his legs in the water.
“he’s a menace,” mamaguro said, her voice filled with affection.
toji glanced back at her, water dripping from his chin. “he gets it from you.”
“sure he does,” she said, crossing her arms.
toji turned back to megumi, who was now busy chewing on the edge of a rubber duck. “all right, buddy, let’s finish this up before your mama decides to frame me for war crimes.”
megumi just babbled in response, completely at ease in his dad’s hands.
after the bath, megumi was wrapped in a fluffy towel, his hair sticking up in soft tufts. mamaguro took him from toji and began drying him off, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks as he squirmed in her arms.
“you’re all clean now, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she cooed.
toji watched them, leaning against the doorway with a towel slung over his shoulder. “you know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “we’ve got a pretty good thing here.”
mamaguro looked up, meeting his eyes. there was a softness there, a rare vulnerability that made her chest ache.
“yeah,” she said, smiling at him. “we do.”
toji stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “thanks for putting up with me,” he murmured.
“always,” she said softly, resting her head against his shoulder as megumi yawned in her arms.
it was these small, quiet moments that she held onto—messy, chaotic, and utterly perfect in their own way.
toji x mamaguro/reader ໒꒰ྀིっ⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀི১
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"you're gonna spill," you warned, glancing at toji as he carried two steaming mugs of hot chocolate to the couch.
"relax, sweetheart. i've got this," he said, though his big hands looked hilariously out of place holding your favorite pastel mugs.
he handed you yours—a mug with tiny clouds on it, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. toji’s own had far fewer toppings; he always said the extras were "too much," but you knew he secretly liked stealing bites of yours.
settling beside you, he stretched out, draping his arm along the back of the couch. "so, what are we watching?"
“kiki’s delivery service,” you said, pressing play before he could object.
“ugh, that kid movie again?” he grumbled, but you caught the tiny smile tugging at his lips.
“you liked it last time,” you teased, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “you even said jiji reminded you of megumi when he was a baby.”
toji rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. instead, he gently nudged your knee with his. “just don’t start crying during the flying scenes like last time, crybaby.”
“i didn’t cry,” you shot back, but your voice wavered slightly.
“sure you didn’t,” he teased, smirking as he leaned over to steal a marshmallow from your mug.
“hey!”
he chuckled, looking annoyingly pleased with himself. “calm down. you can have one of mine.”
“yours doesn’t have marshmallows,” you pouted, narrowing your eyes.
“exactly.”
despite the banter, he grabbed a blanket from the armrest and draped it over both of you, his hand finding yours beneath the fabric. his palm was warm, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of your hand.
“there,” he said softly. “now stop whining and watch your movie.”
you leaned into his side, the sound of the movie blending with the steady rhythm of his breathing.
“you’re such a softie,” you whispered.
“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but the way his fingers tightened around yours told you everything you needed to know.
little halloween drabble!! 🎃 ps: toji is definitely the type of dad to cut into every piece of candy megumi got before letting him eat it. (likes reblogs always appreciated <3)
“right go on buddy go knock.”
toji watched as his son waddled towards the door ahead of him. he had to admit megumi looked really fucking cute. he had been going on and on about dressing up as mario for halloween so toji had done what any good dad would do and he bought him the full costume. the kid even had a fake mustache stuck to his upper lip.
“and remember to say please and thank you megs okay?”
“yes daddy i know.” megumi replied with a little too much sass in his tone.
his little fist knocked a couple times on the door until it opened and then there was. you. toji was a bit too focused on laughing at his sons costume that he hadn’t realised someone dressed up as bat-woman had opened the door. toji himself was dressed up as batman (if you could call keeping the batman mask atop his head dressing up). you were matching. and you were fucking gorgeous. toji was busy taking in your long bare legs when he heard the sudden screech leave you at the sight of his son.
“oh don’t you look adorable!!”
he was definitely gonna buy megumi some pizza on the way back after this.
“uh thank you. trick or treat?”
“hold on let me grab my bowl of candy.”
toji couldn’t help but stare at the rest of you as you turned your back on them. you returned with a massive pumpkin shaped bowl full to the brim with sweets and wrapped cakes.
“go on honey take as much as you like.”
and megumi did not take that sentence lightly. toji scoffed as his son grabbed as much as his chubby hands could carry and stuffed it into his bucket, all the while you grinned and cooed at the boy infront of you.
“does daddy want some?”
toji looked at you and the smirk on your face at your little question.
“nah i’m good thank you.”
just as megumi was about to turn back to his dad toji reminded him, “say thank you baby.”
“thank you baby.” megumi very confidently turned to you and said and you had all but melted. you were in a fit of giggles now as toji held a palm up to his face. megumi looked up at his dad wondering what the commotion was about.
“sorry about that.”
“no you’re good, that’s just made my night.”
you were just staring at each other now, neither of you wanting to break away without saying something more.
“hey we’re matching.” and there was something about your smile. he couldn’t get enough.
“yeah i realised.”
god what should he say. he didn’t want to just ask for your number he was clearly older than you.
“haven’t seen you around here before you new?”
“yeah i uh moved in last week.”
he watched every word come out of your pink painted lips. watched as you tucked a strand of black hair behind your ear.
“daddy why are you staring?”
that got another laugh out of you as you ruffled little megumis hair. there was a small hue of pink now dusting your cheeks however.
“nothing brat. well i’ll see you around then.”
“yeah hopefully.” and with one last smile and wave at megumi you closed your front door and toji was left standing there staring at your closed door and wondering if and when would be the next time he saw you.
“do you love her?”
“what??”
“you keep staring at her it’s weird.”
“i’ll be eating your candy when we get home.”
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cutest halloween ff ft. baby gumi 🎃
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