Her Memories || F. Toji x Reader

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LOUD WAILS OF A NEWBORN echoed throughout the Chiyo estate. 

If you traversed through the long hallways of the estate, you would eventually reach the room where the source of the cries rested. 

Fushiguro [name] lay on the sterilized queen-sized bed, weakly outstretching her arms towards her newborn.

Chiyo Rin walks closer to the woman holding the crying and squirming child. Slowly she placed the infant, making sure to safely place the child on [name]'s bare chest. 

Rin had told [name] how skin-to-skin contact was important for the child and the mother after birth.

"Toji look..." [name] calls out to her husband as he sits leaning against the wall, too shaken up to seem coherent.

Although Toji was ashamed to admit it, he had grown weak during the birthing process and couldn't bear to watch any longer.

At the call of his beloved, he breaks out of his trance and stands up abruptly, moving closer to her.

He stares at her cheeks which were stained with dry tears and how the flesh between her cheeks and eyes had turned red.

Her eyes, however, only focused on the bundle of innocence resting on her chest. 

"Can you believe it, Toji? We have a child. Us." She says with a dazed smile.

"I can. I was never against the idea of getting you pregnant. Ever since our first date." [name] laughs, light-heartedly hitting his chest before facing her child.

Their relationship had started in an unexpected way.

"He looks just like you, Toji." [name]'s voice croaks and her lips wobble. Her heart was overwhelmed by the sight of her child. It made her realize how real this is.

"Hm, I thought you would be livid about that." Toji grumbles while wiping her tears for her. [name] leans towards his hand, simultaneously pushing her son closer for Toji to see. 

Her child also shifts around to get more comfortable, finally having stopped crying and reveling in his mother's warmth.

"Why would I be?" [name] asks in slight confusion. Toji reaches for the child's hand and holds it up to get a closer look at his face.

Rin flinches at his actions and angrily goes to reprimand him when she is stopped by [name] with a smile.

[name] had noticed that despite how his actions may seem Toji was being extremely gentle.

"You know...cause you carried him for almost 10 months but he still looks more like me."  He continues the conversation, his face gracing his usual frown.

"I could never be upset about that, Toji. It just shows you have yet again given me another part of yourself. Thank you..." 

[name] smiled as the child was now awake, eyes barely open as his hand that was being held reached towards his father. His small fingers touch Toji's scar before falling limp in his father's hand once more.

"So, what do you wanna name the brat?" Toji asks, still holding onto the child's arm.

"Fushiguro Megumi, like you wanted" [name] grins down at her son.

"You said that was too feminine." Toji argues.

"Yes, but it's what he is. A blessing. Will he hate us for naming him that?" [name] asks, a playful smile resting on her lips and she imagines an older Megumi.

"Well, maybe during his rebellious teenage phase, but he'll come around." Toji smirks at his son.

"Whatever you're imagining, stop it." She looks at him, feigning a disappointed look.

"He's gonna be a looker. It's to be expected, of course. Since I'm the father." Toji gives a toothy grin that almost seems evil. 

[name] was already used to his antics so, she just shook her head and gave him a peck on the corner of his lips.

"I can't wait to raise you Megumi, my son." [name] presses a small kiss on the child's forehead.

Fushiguro [name] disappeared not long after.

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