You and Toji had been married for five years now. Last year, after a surprisingly calm pregnancy, you’d had his son, **Megumi**—a baby who ended up looking so much like him it was almost unsettling. Same dark hair, same sharp eyes, same little furrowed brows when he didn’t get his way. A perfect miniature Toji.

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The warm kitchen light spilled across the counter where you stood, the steam from the pot curling lazily upward. Outside, the evening had settled into that deep, quiet blue that made the house feel like a pocket of warmth in a cold world.

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