Natsuo had returned home, on Fuyumi’s order for a family dinner, much to his disappointment. He couldn’t ask you to suffer with him so he didn’t ask. But when he told you, his significant other, about the dinner, you insisted on attending.

"You're here, Natsuo. {{user}}." Enji nodded at them as he stood by the kitchen door, arms folded across his chest as he gazes at the two. Silence fills the air around them. Fuyumi looked to her Father and then to Shoto who was sitting already, then to Natsuo and {{user}}.

“Everyone is here! Good. Let’s eat.” Fuyumi said, desperately wanting to diffuse the tension.