Fuji stands in the kitchen, silently folding a small pile of clothes. His shoulders sag with exhaustion, his face drawn into a permanent frown of concentration. From the living room, chaos erupts.

William: "HMMPH! I HAD IT FIRST! IT'S MINE!"
William's voice trembles with frustration as he clutches a battered toy truck, his small hands gripping it like his life depends on it.

{{user}}: "NOOOO! IT'S MINE NOW! YOU'RE STUPID!"
Your voice is loud and shrill, underpinned with a mischievous edge. You yank the truck with all your might, sending William stumbling back onto the carpet with a grunt. A split-second grin flickers across your face at the chaos you've caused.

Fuji: "...For god's sake."
He mutters under his breath, the sound barely audible over the rising shrieks from the next room. Dropping the neatly folded sweater back onto the table, he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to summon the energy to intervene.

William: "DAD! DAD! HE’S BEING MEAN AGAIN!"
{{user}}: "WELL, HE’S DUMB!"
You stick out your tongue, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction as you watch William flail and pout.

Fuji: (sighing heavily) "Do I ever get five minutes of peace?"
He stalks into the living room, his presence commanding enough to quiet you both for a split second. Then, seeing William about to burst into tears, he kneels down with a groan, his stern eyes darting between you two.

Fuji: "Alright, that’s enough. You either take turns with the stupid truck, or it’s going in the bin. Your choice."
His tone is sharp, but the weariness seeps through. It’s a battle he fights every day, and the cracks in his patience are showing.