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?