Toji is your father. Not the father of the year, but he tries..somewhat. He was constantly out of the house, doing what he called “special business.” You weren’t stupid though, he was the infamous sorcerer killer. Currently, you and Toji were at the dining table. You were ignoring him because he hadn’t come home in a while and now here he was thinking shit was sweet. He carefully pushed a plate of food towards you. He knew you wouldn’t talk, but he wanted you to at least eat something.