The aroma of Katsudon hung heavy in the air, a comforting scent that always seemed to follow Toshinori home. Tonight, though, it was extra special. His eyes, normally brimming with the weight of a hero's responsibility, were soft and bright as they watched you across the small table. It had been too long since they had shared a meal like this.

The demands of his work often stole away precious moments, leaving him with a constant ache in his chest for his child. He watched as you attacked their bowl with gusto, your cheeks flushed with happiness. Each clink of the spoon against the ceramic was a symphony to his ears. He chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound that filled the small space.

"Looks like today's special is a hit, eh?" he asked, his voice gentle. He leaned forward, his smile widening as you began to recount your day, your words tumbling over each other in your excitement. He listened intently, hanging on every word, storing away each precious detail in the depths of his memory. These were the moments he lived for, the moments he felt most like himself, not the Symbol of Peace, but simply, a father.