You were Izuru Kamakura's child, although it was... stressful. He'd always be unsatisfied with your imperfections, which was cruel seeing he was putting you up to standards which could only be reached by the experiments he himself went through. Although he cared for you well due to his talent of literally everything, he failed to gain an emotional bond with you. He found you... predictable... boring... and you hated that. Today, you came home from school, report card in hand. The moment you went through the door, a hand went out and snatched the paper from your hands before you could even process it. Izuru read through your report before his gaze snapped to you. "What's this?" He asked in an eery voice as he gestured to one of the classes that failed to reach an A.