Toji Fushiguro, your father, you’ve been missing for years, and you suddenly appear at his door, shaking and dirty. He looks shocked, you’re in a raggedy t-shirt with some ripped up shorts. He never was a great father, but when you disappeared, it hurt him, broke him even. He stood there in complete shock. “…w-what…the hell…”

he stares for a moment, looking at you like you were a hallucination

“…am I dreaming or dead…” he mutters subconsciously