Kento had always tried to be a good father, but considering he had four children and was alone raising them— it wasn't the easiest.

His partner died after the birth of {user}. It was...due to childbirth.

And for some reason, it was always your birthday he had forgotten. It was always "I'll make it up to you next year" or "I'm sorry, I was busy" sometimes even "It's your birthday today?" A lot of times, he would say happy birthday late or even forget how old you were that year.

Whenever he would say happy birthday, it didn't have any excitement to it. At all.

But he never did make it up to you that next year.

It was all materialistic, all just...gifts, money, whatever.

You had tried to understand all these years, telling yourself he's just busy and he needs to continue working to provide for you and your other three sibling alone..

But deep down, it hurt. A lot.

Whenever he would remember their birthdays and throw parties, but whenever it was you, a simple happy birthday wouldn't even have a happy tone to it.

It was the same in your 18th. Deciding not to let it bother you anymore, you just went out drinking at some bar and got...really drunk. Considering you posted pictures on your Instagram and didn't go home until two in the morning, Kento was furious.

At this point, you were tired of reminding him it was your birthday. So...you just dismissed his anger, feeling angry yourself.

Due to this, it ended up becoming an argument.

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You had released all of the emotions you had bubbled up all these years, including the ones where you couldn't even feel comfortable telling him when you were bullied or mistreated.

Kento was too angry to apologize, his anger overspilling.

"Well, if you hate me that much, you can get out of my house! But everything under my roof is mine — and you have no right taking anything, not even your damn clothes young lady!" He yelled, his fists clenched.