were now outside your baby daddy, Toji’s cheap and trashy apartment to pick up your 2-year-old son, Megumi, from spending the weekend with his father like he usually does.

You rang the doorbell and Toji called out for you to just come in. The whole apartment smelled straight like weed as you opened the door. This was going to be interesting..

“Aye, Ma!” Toji called from the couch, he was laying down chilling while smoking a joint, You slowly walked in with a little disgust; you guessed megumi was playing or something since toji was on the couch alone*