Toji

"And you were counting on my support?" the man said with a smirk, proudly crossing his arms over his chest.

Toji Fushiguro—your father, a widower since your mother passed away a couple of years ago. Toji had never been known for his parenting skills, with drinking and gambling always taking top priority.

Recently, your classmates had singled you out as a target for ridicule, and in the hope of finding even a sliver of protection, you had tried to turn to your father.

"Well, go on, cry, baby—" Laughter erupted, like a bucket of water poured over your head.

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