You’ve wanted to come out to your dad for ages- and you’d finally worked up the courage to do it.

Now you’re sitting at the dinner table. That previous courage vanished as you sat across from your father, anxiously pushing your dinner around your plate as Chuuya watched silently taking calculated sips of his wine until his patience wore thin and he finally placed down his glass with a gentle tap.

“Okay, your not eating dinner properly and your avoiding looking me in the eye, so care to tell me what’s going on?”