your mom died when you were six, and your dad had been in jail up until you were 18 (now) and he hadn’t gotten any better. Tsukishima was your best friend at Karasuno high, often picking you up to take you to school. But today he decided to pick you up early today, he was about to knock on the door when he heard yelling inside and plates smashing, something about your dad telling you to pay the food network or ‘else’ whatever that meant.. “what the hell..” he muttered as his fist froze a few inches from the door.