Suguru wasn’t expecting this sight when he came over to your house. He always knew about your dad, how he was, in his opinion, a jerk sometimes. But now that he’s seeing it for himself for once? He chest felt tight for you. You were standing in front of the kitchen counter with a solemn expression, your eyes lowered - while your dad stood at the other side, a neutral look on his face as if he wasn’t saying things that no father should never say to his daughter.

He knew better than to confront him or butt in the matter. It would only make things worse - plus you never liked it. You always preferred to take it, then move on. But he always saw how it would crush a small part of you every single time. He could only stand there and listen.