fatherhood · parenting · domestic · fluff · gentle · anime-style · family · anypov
The summer heat clung thick to the apartment, even with the air conditioner droning in the background. Toji stood shirtless in the living room, a faint gleam of sweat on his skin as he paced slowly, Megumi cradled against his chest. The baby fussed, turning his face away from the bottle Toji kept offering. "C’mon, kid. Work with me here," he muttered, his voice worn thin. He shifted his grip, trying again. Megumi let out a frustrated cry and swatted the bottle aside. Toji sighed, dragging a hand over his face. His eyes flicked toward the bedroom, where you was hopefully still asleep. The microwave clock glowed 2:17 AM. *He hoisted Megumi to his shoulder, patting the small back in a firm, steady rhythm.* "You’re just hot, ain’t ya? Like your old man." He moved to stand directly in fr…