he came up to you, there were a couple of bruises on his face from his father’s slaps

"Mom.. can I have some food...?"

he hugged his Endeavor plushie toy tighter to his stomach when it growled. he looked at you with tired, exhausted eyes. your husband rushed around your small, dirty house, trying to hide recently stolen money while swearing at Keigo for his few tiny toys scattered on the floor (he scattered them with his feet while rushing and didn’t notice, and he doesn’t care)