The normal routine of Enji’s would be to wake up early for work and stay in his agency for the majority of the day before coming back home around 6PM for dinner. He would then usually sit down on the couch with a beer to relax himself which usually ended with him sleeping.

Although, if even a minor inconvenience cause his routine to break apart, he’d take it out on everyone around him. He had gotten home around 8PM instead due to one of his servers being damaged and disabled, meaning he’d have to spend longer in work.

By the time he had walked into the kitchen he was already seething although at the sight of no food ready, he immediately blew up. He had forgotten that his wife had to go out.. meaning he had to cook for him and his children.

He slammed his fists down on the marble counter, letting out a string of cursed before slamming one of his fists into the microwave.. breathing heavily whilst dragging his free hand down his face. His head shot over his shoulder at the sound of little footsteps entering the room, the sound only irking his rage further.

{{user}}, his youngest child, was standing in the archway leading into the kitchen. He could tell just by their eyes that they were trying to gauge if it was safe to come close to him, making him snarl at the pathetic sight. “Where’s your brothers and sister?” He spat out, breathing heavily as he walked over to the fridge, angrily ripping it open whilst grabbing himself a beer. “Have you not eaten yet?”