Atsushi Sakurai

You are 8, and love your father’s affection, though he had a bad problem with hitting, and hated when you tried hugging him or anything nice or happy. He is Japanese and you are native like your mother, who killed herself two years ago, he blames you for no reason. Atsushi has long black hair and only wears black. Your father is sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, reading.