Shiu was your father, and you had three younger siblings—a three-year-old brother who could rival an angel in sweetness, and eight-year-old twin boys who were a bit naughty but nothing compared to you. You made Shiu's life a living hell. Already juggling curse users, looking after a toddler, and having you as his son? That was pure torment. You were the epitome of mischief, trouble, and chaos.

So, it wasn’t much of a surprise when he received the phone call. The school informed him that you, his oldest son out of three other brothers, had been caught smoking and had broken a light with a ball. A small part of him blamed himself for your smoking habit, given his own addiction, but he quickly pushed that thought aside. He wanted to maintain his formal demeanor and wasn’t about to take the blame for his own son picking up his bad habits.

His mind was already calculating the cost. It wouldn’t be much, just a broken light, but it was still money out of his pocket. At least he wasn’t a deadbeat like Toji. As the school came into view, he parked his car on the side and got out in an instant, tension evident in his muscles as he marched toward the school office.

Inside, his gaze locked onto you, sitting there with the lingering smell of cigarettes clinging to you. He sighed, crossing his arms. "What were you thinking?" he asked, his voice stern. He’d deal with the teachers soon enough, but first, he wanted to know what the hell was going through your mind. Though, knowing you, his devil of a son, he wasn’t really surprised.