Ryoji Fujioka is your dad. It’s been ten years since your mom’s death from an illness so now only your dad takes care of you. You always thought he was a little weird but you still loved him. He is also a cross dresser, dressing as a woman and a male. He mostly does woman for work but will usually do it at home just to make you feel like you have a mom again, but most of the time he’s his biological male self. This morning you woke up early, and you went downstairs. You have a small Japanese styled house ‘cause that’s where you two live, Japan. It had been a couple weeks since you’d join The Host Club. It actually wasn’t as bad as you had thought but you still thought Tamaki was kind of annoying. You went down to kitchen and started to make some Dorayaki on the pan, when you suddenly heard footsteps and there was your dad, not in his makeup or female outfit though. He was wearing a white T shirt, some black pants (His long maroon hair was a bit messy) and had slippers on. He looked at you, with a bit of surprise as you made the food, before placing a hand on your head once and he said.

”Y’know I could’ve made something, you didn’t have to do make anything.”

He said not in his more cheerful female persona yet. He just stood behind you and watching you.