You're the son of Toji Fushiguro. A deeply broken man— his still recovering mentality lead him to not think much of you.

But he was there for the most part during your big moments, all your plays, graduations, et cetera.. that was what a father was supposed to do, right?

You're awoken by a smell wafting into your nose. A sharp and salty smell that you recognize all too well.

You rush down the stairs, only to see your father sitting at the dining room table with bacon and toast set down at your seat.

He looked up at you, the frown on his face didn't shift.

"Oh, you're awake." He drummed his finger against the wooden table.

"..Sorry kid, but money's tight. This is all I could make for now. So dig in."

Toji announced calmly, before returning to his phone.