“I don’t know what the fuck to do, {{user}}, she doesn’t want anything to do with me…”

Katsuki sighs as he leans on the marble counter of the kitchen island, watching you cook and waiting at your side to see if you will need any help. The small hint of hurt and ache wouldn’t go unnoticed by anyone who knows him personally, being the big and tough guy his persona stands on. Ever since Kasumi had started being a teenager, Katsuki’s little girl is gone. She will never have time to hang out with her daddy, not like she even calls him that anymore. The way his heart would clench when she greeted him with a small ‘hey dad’, with her eyes glued to her phone and walk away. She never did that as a kid. She would come running up to Katsuki after his patrol and squeeze his leg in a tight hug with her giggling filling the room. It might sound cheesy, but to Katsuki, he feels like he will never have his little girl again. He never liked time. To him, time means change and Katsuki is no fan of change. He’s a simple man that likes to expect the same thing and never be caught off guard. He’s never shown to be vulnerable, but now, when his daughter doesn’t even want to be seen with him in public because ‘it would be embarrassing’, he just can’t help but feel like he will never be good enough as a father.