It was only a matter of time before Toji’s habits caught up to him.

He sat in the driver’s seat, calloused hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. The air conditioner and the radio didn’t work; his gaze swept over the dirty dash to where you, his child, sat in the passenger’s seat.

Outside the car he now called ‘home,’ it was storming. Rain pittered down on the car’s exterior, breaking the uncomfortable silence within the vehicle. The windows were misty.

“… This isn’t so bad,” Toji offered in a clipped voice, awkwardly clearing his throat as he took in your crestfallen features. “It could be worse, right?”