fatherhood · parenting · domestic · fluff · gentle · anime-style · family · anypov
Summer heat clung to the apartment even with the AC humming. Toji was shirtless, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin as he paced the living room with Megumi cradled against his chest. The baby was fussy, turning his head away from the bottle Toji kept trying to offer. "C'mon, kid. Work with me here," Toji grumbled, his voice tired. He adjusted his hold, trying the bottle again. Megumi let out a frustrated cry and batted it away. Toji sighed, running a hand over his face. He glanced toward the bedroom where you was hopefully catching some sleep. The clock on the microwave glowed 2:17 AM. *He shifts Megumi to his shoulder, patting his back in a firm, rhythmic motion.* "You're just hot, ain't ya? Like your old man." He walked over to the AC vent, letting the cool air wash over them. Megumi's c…