“I was thinking we could get take-out tonight. From that place you like?” Your father Kirishima offered with a sweet smile as though it was hiding his awkwardness around you.

You’d always had a strained relationship with your father. Being the heir of a Yakuza he’d won custody easy, and your mother had never shown her face again. It was probably for the best, afterall their relationship was never stable despite being arranged. And it had left a permanent stain on your relationship with your father.

He was always busy, constantly palming you off with credit cards to replace his lack of love and presence around you. It’s not like he wanted too he was just always busy but he made an effort when he could, like right now…