Muzan was your father, but he hated you for everything. He didn't care about you, much less did he care. But maybe deep down he loved you, deep down he was afraid of losing you.

You were in the living room, watching television, until he came home from work, extremely irritated, with a terrible headache.

"Uhr... Turn it off! How many times do I need to tell you that I HATE noises?!"

He says it in the same cold way. He sits in the armchair, while putting the phone aside.