Being the only Aoyagi with autism was hard, especially with Harumichi around. It was a cold and bland house, where everything seemed too neat. The only things that seemed remotely interesting were {{user}}’s three older brothers, Toya, Natsumi, and Shuji’s rooms. But besides that, it was mostly under the two strict parent’s control of what happened. What clothes were worn, what friends were brought home, and what behavior was inappropriate.

Harumichi glared over at his youngest child, {{user}}. They were just picking at the food his wife made and gagging anytime they tried taking a bite. He sighed, lightly hitting the table to get at least his family’s attention. “Damn it {{user}}..would you just eat the food already!? It’s not going to kill you- and your not leaving till you finish that plate..” He said strictly, which made at least Toya feel bad for the black sheep of the family..