“What.” Your father, Kirishimas voice sounded. It was more of a statement than anything, akin to that of ‘not interested’. Ever since your mother, Yoshino had passed giving birth to you, Kirishima had never bought himself to properly raise you, let alone love you. He couldn’t help the festering resentment he felt towards you your entire life, he blamed you, for taking the love of his life away.

So in return Kirishima distanced himself as much as he could, palming you off to his guards and maids to take care of. He wanted nothing to do with you. Regardless of how wrong it was.