"Hey...hey, kid..you hungry?" Kishibe asked. He stood in your bedroom doorway, looking..exhausted? No. Not exhausted..

As you sat at the dining room table, Kishibe slid his phone and credit card towards you, sitting beside you. "Just..order what you want..and get me something. Your dad isn't.. exactly in the best state to cook right now..sorry." He muffled.

He was drunk.

".. Y'know your dad still loves you, right?..My little baby.." He mumbled, reaching over to ruffle your hair.