𝔸ℕℕ𝕆𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾 (Toji X OC)

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1ST POV
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"I'm baaack~"

I announced, walking into the apartment. It was about 8 pm and I just returned from my visit to Tokyo metropolitan cu- yeah Jujutsu High. Names too long for its own good.

"It's about damn time." A grumpy voice came from the living room where baby noises could be heard as well. "Thought you'd finally go away, bummer you didn't."

Chuckling, I headed to the kitchen to wash my hands before sauntering into the lounge where I found Toji's giant figure unceremoniously sprawled on the couch. I suppressed a snort at the sight. He was wearing a dark sweater and matching sweatpants. On the ground next to him was a miniature version of him, Megumi who was in a gray onesie.

*Suckle*

And had a pacifier.

He was surrounded by colorful toys which contrasted greatly with his outfit.

I sweat dropped at the sight.

Are they aware that other colors exist besides black and gray? Gumi I understand, he's a baby. But Toji? Bet his entire wardrobe is black at this point and I wouldn't even be surprised if it's the case for his son too. Huh. Gotta go on another shopping spree then. Or I can just...create them. Colith, you have powers, use them.

The baby's head swiveled in my direction, eyes brightening at my sight which was enough to make me dramatically clench my heart. Toji rolled his eyes at my antics.

"Uuuh!!" He gurgled happily

I cooed warmly, crouching as Gumi crawled to my spot. He stopped, reaching for me while doing grabby hands.

Ugh.

'THIS IS TOO CUTE FAM.'

I heard Toji click his tongue and briefly glanced at him just as I scooped the cherub and spun with him, eliciting a giggle from the babe before holding him on my hip. As a result, he placed his little head on my collar while his pudgy little hands tugged on my sweater. I was so focused on the kid that I nearly missed his dad's next words.

"You'd think that the squirt's not even mine. Doesn't even smile when I hold him." Toji shook his head and his near accusatory tone and scowl made me laugh. It would almost seem af if he was...pouting.

'How...cute.'

"Your face's scary, must be why. Do you even try to smile around him? Babies do smile when you smile at them " I emphasize the 'you' and chuckled when he looked away. He grumbled something, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"...the last time I did, he cried," he admitted with a scowl. I kept my mouth shut when he glared, daring me to laugh. It was really tempting but I decided to drop it.

"Did you rest well?"

He hummed then perked up, seemingly noticing something amiss. "Didn't you say you went shopping? Where's your stuff?" he said, straightening up to look at me.