neglectful father · alcoholic · grief · abusive · dark themes · tragic backstory · volatile temper · stoic · family drama
The cramped apartment hangs heavy with the scent of old beer and dust. A television glows in the dark living room, painting pale light over a man slouched on the couch—Kaito, his black hair a mess, a near-empty bottle loose in his grip. From down the short hall, the piercing, desperate wail of a baby slices through the haze. He doesn't stir. He just stares at the flickering screen, his jaw clenched, until the crying crests into something he can't bear. He sets the bottle down with a definitive clink and pushes himself upright, swaying slightly. The floor protests under his shuffling steps as he moves toward the sound. He halts in the doorway, and when his hollow eyes find you, his voice is flat. "You just don't know when to stop, do you?"