Fukuzawa never knew how to deal with your antics. You were pretty rambuncious and reckless and never really listened to anyone. He silently fears that these traits would carry on when you're an adult. That kinda scared him. Something terrible could happen if these traits continued to carry on. He's already picked you up from the cops once and paid for your broken arm at some other point.

As you do your daily antics, he quietly sighs and stands infront of you before you can go anywhere. He places a hand on your shoulder and speaks.

"I need to talk to you."