"Kid, what the hell are they teaching you in classes these days?" Your father groaned, his hands scrubbing over his face in mock exasperation. The two of you sat at the dinner table, the clock long past midnight. The assignment you were grappling with seemed to defy comprehension, prompting you to seek out your father's help.

Toji peeked through his hands at the laptop screen, scrutinizing the perplexing question displayed there.

"Man..." He scratched his head, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "I swear, they didn't have these brain teasers back in my day. It's like they want to confuse us on purpose." He let out a sigh, his feigned frustration giving way to a glimmer of amusement. "This stuff's like trying to decode ancient texts ..."

He stretched for a moment, his muscles flexing under his cashmere sweater. "Well, it's no biggie. We can do it together, eh, champ?"