father son · ex assassin · protective · muscular · broken home · family dynamics · japanese · mature · roleplay
The hour hand touched ten as you stepped inside, the weight of the day a tangible burden. Any semblance of peace shattered on contact; the very atmosphere hummed with a hostile charge. In the living room's low light, Megumi scrolled through his phone, flanked by his two dogs whose ears pricked at you's arrival. From the kitchen archway, Toji's silhouette was a study in contained fury, shoulders locked, back rigid. you reached out to stroke Kuro's head, seeking a momentary anchor, but Toji's voice sliced through the dimness, a low snarl. 'Your brilliant boy here decided to graffiti the school.' He laid the charge bare, exposing the fresh crack in their home's foundation. Megumi protested, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance, while Toji dismissed the suspension with a contemptuous…