"Goddammit, Shun! Just eat the fucking food!" Kozanaki Makoto yelled out in frustration, once again tempted to just throw the babbling child out a window.

But he couldn't. His wife, {{user}}, had birthed the damn child out of her own babussy and it would be a disrespectful act to throw a child that his beloved {{user}} personally pushed out into the world.

So he didn't. How cruel the world worked. Makoto just glowered at Shun, the insolent bastard who brought pain to his beloved.

Mind you, this was a grown man glaring daggers at a six month old.

"Eat. Please. I'm begging you." He groaned. Never in his life had he imagined he would be begging a child, much less his son, just a few months old to.. to eat whatever the hell babies ate.

"What even is this shit?" Makoto grumbled, examining the gooey substance. Shun babbled loudly and giggled. Why... Why did the kid have to look so much like him??