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churipu · 2 months

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★ ─── KILLSWITCH LULLABY . . . ( 02 )

warnings. cursing, toji vs parenting, in a world where toji actually takes care of baby gumi, gumi is at least 8 months old, non! sorcerer au, infant doctor! reader, toji uses the zenin clan name, but baby gumi is a fushiguro (takes after his mother).

note. i'm gonna leave it to your creativity to give your own cousin a name

-> series masterlist.

toji didn't know when the price of baby formula had spiked up — but in this economy? he wasn't even surprised, sighing out loudly in annoyance he eyed his groceries.

"take out the eggs," the male points out, and the cashier did exactly that; counting his groceries again.

still too much for him.

megumi was strapped on his chest with the same baby carrier he used in the clinic a few days ago, silently watching the cashier. thankfully enough, the store wasn't too crowded or he'd have people fussing behind him, "uh . . . y'can take out the bread."

"why not the baby formula? it costs the most." it was safe to say that the cashier clearly did not get paid enough for the job — and was the only person fussing in here, "you're holding up the line."

toji looks back to see nobody behind him, then he stares at the cashier. he swore that if megumi wasn't around, he'd beat the hell out of this person, "why don't you just do what the hell 'm telling you to do, because i have a fucking baby strapped to my chest — and if i take the baby formula out, the hell is he gonna eat?"

megumi squirmed on the carrier upon hearing his father's harsh tone, the two adult males staring into each other's eyes, obviously full of despise.

"and why don't we all move along? put everything back in, and charge the remaining funds into my card."

the two instinctively looked back, and there you stood. leaning your elbows on top of a trolley, the cashier undeniably scoffed — but he wasn't in a place to refuse your order, and so he did just that. toji on the other hand, was a little surprised to see you, megumi's doctor.

on the other hand, megumi was delighted, clapping his hands as his memories of you hazed back into his mind. toji watches carefully as you swipe your card onto the machine, tapping in your pin with ease. your swift movements is one he's jealous of, where he didn't have to hesitate to purchase things.

along the lines of that, you paid for your own groceries. grabbing the brown colored plastic bag with you, walking out of the store with toji beside you.

"uh . . . thanks. can i repay you in any way?" toji scratched his nape uncomfortably — ashamed that you had to step in and pay for his groceries.

"don't mention it, zenin. it's fine," you cheekily told him.

toji fished his phone out of his pocket, shoving it towards you, "give me y'r number, i'll pay you back when i have the money."

you shook your head, gently pushing the phone back, "it's okay, i swear," his brows furrowed further at your refusal — his digits slipping around your wrist as he slips in his phone inside your palm, "you know, if you wanted my number, you could've said so."

"what . . ? no." toji's blatant refusal made you laugh softly.

"'m kidding, and you don't have to return the money. i swear it's fine, zenin," his surname slipped out of your tongue, and there is one thing he hates more than his own parents — his own surname.

"just call me toji," he mutters out.

megumi gargled cutely, pointing his chubby finger at you, "hi baby gumi, you look fine — the effects of your vaccine's worn down already then, i guess?"

the infant giggled loudly, "yeah, it wasn't so bad. a little fever but it disappeared in a day," toji explains, palming megumi's head. the infant whining out in response, trying to gnaw on his father's hand.

"that's good to hear, then i'll see you next time? maybe." you slipped the phone back into his grasp, and toji grunted out softly, "bye baby gumi."

the word 'bye' didn't sit well with megumi — he reaches his hand out to you, making grabby motions. as if trying to tell you "don't go". toji eyed the teary eyed infant, immediately reaching his hand out to wrap his finger around the back of your collar.

"megumi's cryin'. don't go yet."

megumi cheered happily seeing as you were halted in place, clapping his hand, "and i'm the father," he grumbled under his breath — a little baffled at how his son seemed to be attached more to his doctor instead of his own father.

"give me your number." toji mutters out, he didn't know why he decided to say that, "i need . . . help with megumi's behavior, and i'll return your money once i have it."

you arched a brow, "i can do the baby gumi one, but the money? it's okay. it's on me," once again, toji slid his phone inside your palm.

toji shook his head, "i don't want to be in debt to my son's doctor. i'll return the money somehow," he replies, scratching the back of his head.

chuckling, you gave in to him (although partially because he kept on pushing and you still weren't going to accept his money), "fine, just know that i accept money based on my mood."

toji scoffs, "is that normal?"

"normal on my side," you replied, typing in your number and name.

the male heaved out a loud sigh, "i don't like being in debt," he muttered out, no matter how things get; toji's always made sure of one thing — to never borrow or let any other person pay for his things, "i'm trying to find a full time job, and once i have the money, i will pay you back."

"stop, think of this as an— an early christmas present, yes, that." you marveled, pointing your index finger at him, "an early christmas present for you and baby gumi."

toji clicked his tongue, "christmas is at least . . . eight months away."

"hence why i said an early christmas present!" you're not wrong.

"i don't know you like that for you to be giving my son and i an early christmas present," he retorts, rolling his eyes. megumi craning his head up to look at his father, "i don't even know what to call you . . ."

you shove your hand out, the brown colored plastic bag dangling just underneath your wrist, "i'm y/n l/n, since you insist on me calling you toji. y/n is fine, are we familiar enough now? we're on first name basis, and we've exchanged numbers. how familiar do we need to be for me to be able to give you and baby gumi early christmas presents?"

instead of toji, at the sight of your hand not too far in front of his face — megumi reaches his chubby fingers out to take your finger, "oh, see? your son agrees on this, don't you, sweet boy?"

it was completely repulsive at the fact megumi has warmed up to someone he just met a few days ago, and is seemingly more content to be around them more than someone who's spent eight months taking care of him. toji.

shaking your finger in front of the infant's face, your eyes lit up as if realization had dawned upon you, "hey, have you ever worked in food and beverage service?"

toji shook his head, "can't even cook for myself."

"how about working with people? customer service and those stuff," toji shook his head. he hated the customer service more than anything — having to deal with ugly personalities every single second. frankly, he'd rather deal with a hundred megumi instead of childish adults, "cashier work? behind the bar work? like a barista?"

"been a cashier at a grocery store, got fired 'cause of customers complaints about him," toji looks down at megumi who was fiddling with your index finger happily.

"no babysitters?"

toji shook his head.

"family members?"

again, he shook his head, "'ts just me and megumi."

"oh." you pulled your finger back, "my cousin owns a cafe near my clinic, he was looking for more employees and all — i'll ask him if it's still available if you want."

toji swallowed the non-existent lump in his throat, "thanks."

"you must be toji, oh my god, y/n told me so much about you last night — not really, but yes. they told me some things about you," a male, approximately in his twenties, judging by his looks, gushes out, wiping his hands onto the beige colored apron he has on before walking over the bar and towards where both you and toji stood.

"that's me," toji replies, a little unfamiliar with the sunshine and rainbows the male was emitting.

"and this must be megumi. oh, he's so adorable, how old is he? a year? six months?" the male bombarded, a little giddy.

"eight months."

"you're hired." toji almost choked on his saliva hearing the male's sudden statement — this isn't how a normal job interview works at all, is it? or has he been going to the wrong interviews? he shot a look towards you, "on one condition . . ."

you were just standing beside toji, unmoving, stealthily smiling, "just go along with him, he's always like this," toji hears you whisper.

"in every shift, you bring this little guy with you."

this time toji actually does choke on his saliva, breaking into a string of coughs, "megumi? but— how is that normal? how is this normal? don't i have to do an interview or anything?"

the male chuckles, shaking his head, "we don't do things like that here, i do it my way. you're hired with a side note that little gumi here comes along every time, deal?"

" . . . is this real? are you real?"

you held back a laugh, and your cousin— the male — did not hold back his laughter as well as you did, and so the cafe was filled with the melody of his laugh, "this is real, all real. so deal or no deal?"

as much as he wants to believe in this, it was too good to be true. all throughout his past job experiences — never once did toji ever meet a boss who's so willing to let him bring megumi along. if not his boss, it's the customer.

apparently, it's not "professional" enough.

"uh yeah, of course . . . deal," it's not like he had the money to hire a babysitter anyways.

"good, good. come by tomorrow for training, yeah?" toji felt a double pat on his shoulder, "i'm (cousin), i'm thirty-two years old. we're technically family and i'm megumi's unrelated uncle now."

"thirty-two?" toji asks out in reflex.

you smiled at him, "he looks young, doesn't he? he's actually married— with two kids. they live in another city not too far from here, so they only come over during the holidays when his wife gets a work leave."

"thought he was in his twenties," toji replies.

"i get that a lot, not to brag. it's the skincare doing its job, y'know?" (cousin) clicks his tongue, "plus, you look young too. how old are you? twenty four?"

"seven." toji corrected.

"how old do you think they are?" (cousin) juts his chin out towards your figure, "two guesses. if you get it right, choose anything you want on the menu for you— and yoghurt for little gumi. it's on me."

you laugh, throwing your head back slightly, "so? go on."

toji eyes you, narrowing his eyes, "twenty-two?" he guesses.

"oh, good guess. close enough," (cousin) replies, leaning his hand on the bar, propping his cheek to the palm of his hand, "one more shot."

"twenty-four?"

"close. they're twenty-six." (cousin) shrugs, "i'm starting to think it's not the skincare y/n, i think it's our genes."

you shrug, "maybe."

"doesn't matter, choose anything you want, it's on me. it's a welcoming mini party for you and little gumi, yeah?"

toji huffed out in amusement, "'ts fine. i can get food out later."

"nonsense. go on, choose something. or a couple of things, it's on me."

"do i get a mini party too?" you chime in, leaning over the bar top, "i mean — i am your favorite in the family, right?"

"you get full price, y/n."

#KILLSWITCH LULLABY.#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fluff #toji #fushiguro toji #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro series #toji fushiguro x you #toji series #toji x reader #baby gumi #baby megumi

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jujutsubaby · 3 months

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it's raining? just put on your hood megumi

#my art #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #fanart #jujutsu kaisen toji #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #jjk toji #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #baby gumi #toji is such a bad dad fr #perhaps he needs a babysitter?? ;)

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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The fact that gojo's first instinct in EP 2 was to take photos of megumi implies that gojo has albums of photos of him at all ages, all situations, just imaging megumi staying still there while satoru takes photos upon photos cause he knows he just gotta let it ride it out 😭😭 also, gojo keeps megumis maid cafe photo is canon saur he IS that kind of annoying parent (jjk stroll ep ref)

oh i ADORE this concept he is such a father

i wanna say megumi was like 5 when they first met???? so he's had that little stinker for a LONG time. he has first day of school pictures every year with him and tsumiki where he makes them pose next to each other like 🧍🧍 LMFAO he has pictures of megumi sleeping on the couch, drooling all over the pillows. he has pics of him in the summer at the beach with sunscreen all over his nose and a bucket hat protecting his head from the heat. pics of him at school graduations and playing at the park and doing his homework at the kitchen table. pics of him in halloween costumes and getting a haircut. megumi knows the drill by now, he knows tha fighting it only makes it worse so he just complies with his lil face like :/

#I LOVE THIS #baby gumi #teen dad gojo #☾ - chat with L

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inkjetpaladin · 3 months

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He also wants to work out 🥺

#baby gumi and toji #fushiguro toji #fushiguro megumi #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fanart #jjk art #art #toji #megumi #jjk toji #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #jjk megumi

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kissitbttr · 2 months

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i’m just imagining baby gumi who sits cutely on the bed, watching you get changed into a really pretty red dress to go on a dinner date with toji. his head would tilt slightly to the side, eyes widening in amusement as he watches you clasp another gold earring on your left ear.

“you look so pweety, mama!”

his sweet cheery voice rings upon your ears, making you halt your movement before turning around to face your adorable baby. his pupils dilating when you look at him, the pacifier falls onto his lap, a boyish giggle escapes his mouth before the toddler begins clapping his hands. an appreciative smile twitches on your lips, heart soaring at the sight of megumi’s tiny legs swinging back and forth before mirroring your smile, making the apple of his cheeks grows.

it is from that moment on, you know for sure that you would do anything for your and toji’s son. you would crawl on broken glass, stand in blazing flames, take every single bullet and all of the pain for this little creature. anything. just to get him to look at you like you’re the best mother a son could ever asked for,

“thank you, my sweet baby”

you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#baby gumi is a charmer just like his dad #toji fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader

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kiirschtein-archive · 1 year

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toji’s the type of dad to throw his kid full force into a mattress or bouncy house or smth as a minor release of parental frustrations but meanwhile the kid’s like “haha that was so fun do it again daddy!!!” and he’s just like dear god no what have i done leave me alone

gojo would do it too but just KEEP doing it and also be trying to throw and bounce his own lanky ass around until mom’s like “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP BEFORE YOU BOTH GET A BRAIN BLEED”

#chatter.#saw the art of toji and little gumi and my immediate thought was #‘he would yeet that baby given the first non-lethal opportunity’

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riaki · 4 months

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a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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sleepytortoises · 4 months

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Happy birthday Megumi!!!

You wonderful blessing 🥳🎂

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiguro megumi #itadori yūji #kugisaki nobara #gojo satoru #screw canon lol #baby boy gumi deserves to be happy #fuwa plushies are cute i love drawing them :)

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rainbow223posts · 2 years

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So, Gumi

#rainbow223posts #my art #fan art #fanart #vocaloid #gumi #hatsune miku #yes im back #god i miss drawing so much #i miss my baby sakuya too #i will be drawing again hell yeah baby #i missed you guys the most tho

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deathbyfiction · 1 year

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #SHUT UP IM CRYING #OMGG SUDDENLY I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT JJK #PLS THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER #BABY GUMI 😭😭😭

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fairy-hub · 2 months

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This is so funny

Apparently the baby's angry behaviour can be a learned behaviour, meaning someone in the house really acts like that and the Baby picked up on the action

I wonder who did Baby Gumi learn the angry behaviour from? My money is on Toji cuz he's totally the guy who would childishly mimic his wife's lines when she asks "What did I do wrong?"

Your money is on toji, mine is on a grumpy reader trying to convey they're ire in a calm way cause of little ears around. And you don't want gumi mimic explosive behavior, since she is always watching and learning

Gumi sees the reader crossing her arms and glaring at Toji. So he is mimic it to get his point across he is also angry with Toji. Which delights toji to no end, he starts taking so many pictures calling baby gumi a mini you

Now when you cross uou arms gumi follows, he doesn't always understand what you are grumpy about. But he takes mom’s side and pouts with his arms cross

Though is gumi actually cries Toji gets serious and is all hands on board. Especially since baby gumi doesn't cry often in his toddler stage meaning it's really serious if he is

#fey’s rambles #thank you for feeding me baby gumi content!

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churipu · 2 months

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★ ─── KILLSWITCH LULLABY . . . ( 03 )

note. this was not proofread, and extremely rushed omg :(

-> series masterlist.

"first day of training went well, judging from how you look?" you asked, hopping on a bar stool — and toji who had his uniform disheveled, the navy colored tie was somehow loose and in an odd direction, "you look amazing."

he rolled his eyes, "shitty people everywhere, your cousin stands this kind 'f work?"

"can't speak for him, he's always been a people person, you know what i mean?" you shrug, pulling your bag strap over your head before lightly tossing the fully filled tote bag onto the counter, "where's he anyways?"

"went home, said some important shit came up and he needed to go, so he told me to lock up the place." it was relieving to say the least that megumi was fast asleep in his baby carrier, his head uncomfortably nodding off, a vague stream of liquid dragging from the corner of his lips down to his chin.

"need help?"

he was hesitant, but nodded anyways, "i have no fucking idea how to clean the espresso machine," his voice was hushed — but you could hear it loud and clear, nodding your head.

"don't worry, i'll take care of that. (cousin) taught me some stuff back when i was in college," approaching the espresso machine, your movements were swift. what toji had been trying to do for at least half an hour prior to your arrival was all done within ten minutes by you, "there. all done. anything else i can help with?"

" . . . thanks, and no, i got everything else done."

nodding, you took a good look around the dim-lit room. chairs flipped and placed neatly above the table — floors mopped clean, and here toji was, wiping the counter top with a baby latched to his chest, "you've got the handle of it, and it's surprising that it's your first day of training. great job."

the male didn't answer you, although his hand continued moving in a slow pace. slowly he walks over towards the sink, wetting the cloth he had under the running water to clean off any specks of sweets, spice, and everything nice. he uses his hands to rub the wet cloth against each other before tapping the water off, stretching excess water off the cloth; folding it neatly before placing it right by the sink.

"there any reason to why you're not leaving?" toji questions. asking himself if the question he had just asked came out too harsh or inappropriate for you.

tittering out at his question, you shook your head, "i usually come here, but (cousin) never said anything about him clocking out early today. so, 'm just keeping you company, y'know?" you walked around the bar and hopped back on top of the stool, leaning your chin onto the palm of your hand.

if toji hadn't know the basics of you — he'd think you were making fun of him, "right, you don't have to do that."

all his life, toji's been majorly alone. at least until megumi was born, loneliness isn't a stranger to him. he's been so used to receiving that treatment, to the point where a person's company . . . made him feel surreal. in the past, the constant feeling of loneliness gnawed inside him persistently, always leaving him hollow and yearning.

but today? today was different. toji had gotten so used to that feeling that he's practically one with it now.

"do you want me to leave?" you asked.

he raises his head up slightly, shooting you a look that screams out, "do whatever you want."

"would you mind if i stay, though?" he shook his head slowly, not a single word or sound escaped his throat, "then i'm staying."

"do whatever you want . . . 'm just saying you didn't have to keep me company, i'm fine being on my own." he mutters out, letting out a light grunt at the end of his statement.

eyeing him, you chuckled, "do you live around here?"

toji nods, swinging his bag over his shoulder carefully not to wake megumi up from his deep slumber, "why'd you ask?" he narrowed his eyes slightly in suspicion.

"good, i'm driving you home," jutting your chin out towards the doors where a pristine white colored old sedan was parked expectantly by the sidewalk in front of the closed cafe, then you look at him with high hopes.

the male sighs, "it's fine, i can take the bus."

you immediately shook your head no at his revelation, "the bus is pretty scary at night — you have baby gumi with you too, 'ts pretty dangerous at this hour, you know?" you were right. but toji hated the fact that if he was to accept your offer, he'd triple the debt he had with you.

" . . . i can fight."

"not with baby gumi, you're not." you shut him down, grabbing your car keys, "just hop on, you said it was nearby, right? i really won't mind at all."

toji exhaled loudly, "how should i repay you for a ride?"

you grimaced out in disbelief, head shaking out in denial, "'m not asking you for anything — just let me drive you home, toji." the male shifted a bit on his spot, hand flying up, enmeshing his fingers along his lightly disheveled hair.

"it's fine, doc."

doc? you raised a brow briefly before letting out a defeated sigh, spirit bent under the weight of the male's persistence, "well— you have my number, in case anything happens, feel free to contact me, yeah?"

"right."

[ y/n l/n ] : did you arrive home safely?

toji stared at his phone screen, switching it off before turning it back on again with a slight tap to the screen — he'd wonder if it was the fatigue catching up with him. or did you really ask him about his safety?

the notification had gone in at least fifteen minutes ago, and toji had been staring at it since it first attracted his attention after he tucked megumi in his little crib. sitting under the dim light, he exhaled loudly through his nostrils.

[ toji zenin ] : yeah

and not even a second later, his phone vibrated right on top of the wooden surface of his dining table. it was expectant, but of course you had replied back to him — in a matter of seconds at that, but toji decided not to take a look at it. laying the old device, screen down onto the table before he laid his head down slowly onto the table top.

his breaths were shallow as he hunched over a bit. for quite some time he stayed in that position, pondering over the events that had washed over his dull and boring life in the past few days. meeting his son's doctor that left him with lingering uncertainty in his mind and even getting a new job because of them.

toji had lost count for the times he wished life could've been easier on him. yes he made stupid choices, and earned stupid prices. the mere action that he made that one dire night had consequences, and he lived to bear it — he had to go into job interviews only to receive nothing but looks that contained disdain, scorn, and disrespect for having his infant son with him, the loud whispers those people thought could never be heard by him were louder than a rasping hiss.

it was completely repulsive.

but life could be pretty strange. time resembled a fractured mirror that reflects distorted fragments of the past, present, and future. uncertainty walking on a tightrope. toji didn't know what was next. the male is so full of distrust that meeting you could either be a new beginning in this little life of his — or you could be a new addition to his long list of mishaps.

the thing is, everything comes back to him to decide.

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