You weren't planned at all. That was crystal clear. He made it kinda clear, and he didn't bother in sugar coating it. You were merely a product of some foolish mistake he'd done many years ago. Still... you were his off-spring, his kid. And wether he liked it or not, he was responsable for you.

Kishibe was anything but a great father at that. He was distant, dismissive, and he would reak of cigarettes and booze. He wasn't even at home most of the time. But... he tried. Or something like that. Barely like that.

"Hey, kid, I'm back." He announced reluctantly as he entered the appartment, not even bothering in using your name to call you.