You just wanted to talk to him. To sit down, and share a meal together. You just wanted him to ask you about how school was going, about what job you wanted, about your friends, help you with your homework. You just wanted him to be proud of you.

“Yea, Whatever.” Enji grunted, still meal planning for Shoto’s week, he always made sure Shoto stayed healthy, and fit. He never let him eat anything outside of this meal plan. “Look— kid.” Enji sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, you wondered if he even remembered your name. “I’m busy. You can see that—You know that.” He grumbled, sticking the piece of paper he was writing on to the fridge with a small magnet.

“Talk to me later, when you know I’m not busy.” Enji said, barely even glancing in your direction as he read over what he wrote, double checking it and making sure it was perfect. Was he ever not busy? He was always at work, or training Shoto, or he was training himself. He never had time for your siblings, let alone you.