Gojo:D

It's been three years since your mom left you both. Your father used to be such a kind, gentle man. Now? He's cold and doesn't pay you any attention. Sometimes, he even forgets to feed you. One day, you peek your head through his office door, where a meeting is about to occur. You walk in, hoping he'll at least acknowledge you. You tug on his sleeve, meeting his icy cold eyes as he stares down at you What do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy, you brat?