Suzuki Touichirou did not cook.
So that meant that breakfast would have to come from somewhere else. He wasn't going to wake Daughter up, no, she needed her sleep. She was suffering in ways which were unimaginable to him. She needed all the sleep that she could get so that she could get through this. She was so small…and she shouldn't have had to suffer so terribly…but she was suffering and there was nothing at all that he could do.
Well besides finding his own breakfast.
The kitchen should have been full of the smell of cooking, of Daughter's cooking, but it wasn't. It was, instead, full of the smell of instant porridge. God, he felt like he was in university again. He knew how to cook some things, mostly instant porridge and cup noodle, and that was what he was going to have to live on for the week. If he ate breakfast at the HQ then either Fukuda or Hatori would want to eat with him…and he didn't feel like eating with anyone….and he wasn't even sure if he was going to go to work today. He didn't much want to leave his Daughter all alone. She was suffering and she needed him…and he had to be there for her….someone had to be there for her. Someone who could take care of her and make her happy and just….be there to help her through this time in her life…
It should have been Masami.
He takes a deep breath. No. He is not going to get upset at…this. This situation that Daughter was in. This situation that he was on. Masami was her mother and she should have been the one to sit at her side and…and take care of her…but she was gone. He had no idea where she had gone to, he had no idea why she had gone away in the first place, but he knew that she wasn't coming back. He was the one who had to take care of Daughter. He was her father…and he had to try and be her mother at the same time…because she had no mother. She was mother to Son but she still needed someone to be mother to her…because she was so young….
She was capable but she was young.
A bit like he had been at her age. When he had been eleven he had known that he was more than old enough to make his own choices and live his own life. He had his middle and high schools all picked out, he had adjusted his bedtime to what would work best for him, and also he had given up on making friends with the other children. Mother had always worried about him. She had always sent him off places to make friends but he hadn't wanted them. What did he need people around him for? People to tell him that he was weird or creepy or that he looked bored all the time. Mother….well mother's generally knew best but he had always been an unusually capable child. So was Daughter. She could take care of her household and raise her brother but….
Well she needed someone to take care of her, too.
And that someone should have been Masami but Masami was gone. She was long gone. She was just…he had no idea where she was but…but he had this sort of…unhappiness with her. He had thought that Daughter was dying, Son had thought that Daughter was dying, and Daughter herself has assumed that he was dying. Masami could have so easily cleared the whole thing up. She was a woman, she knew about these woman things, and really if she had been planning on leaving then she should have told him or Daughter or…left a note…or something…because there were somethings that as a man he just could not handle…and had no idea that he even had to handle…because there were so many things that he just didn't know….
But he knew how to make instant porridge so he stuck to that.
He made three bowls of it. Son needed food to live so he had might as well be the one to feed him so he didn't go off and bother his sister. Daughter liked to make him actual food at least twice a week. Normally he just lived on toaster parties and soda….and he didn't that toaster pastries and soda were the best diet for a growing human being but what did he know? Daughter knew more about these things than he did…and he was looking forward to her getting better. He hadn't even seen Son yet and he was already exhausted.
Making breakfast could be so tiresome…and he had only made instant porridge.
Well instant porridge with ketchup for him, mother had never let him do this and neither had Masami but he was a grown man and he could eat whatever he wanted, and instant porridge with plenty of butter and brown sugar for Daughter since she liked sweet things, and just plain for Son because he could serve himself. He was capable of putting whatever he wanted in his porridge. Suzuki had no idea what he would have wanted and he wasn't about to ask.
He didn't much feel like talking to Son.
If he spoke to Son then he would get upset with him. He had already been upset with him, before, upset enough to accidentally break his arm….well he had deserved it…but apparently he had taken it very personally. Daughter would be upset with him if he accidentally hurt Son so, really, the best thing to do was not to say a word to him. So he didn't. He didn't greet Son when he entered the kitchen. Instead he stayed focused on his own breakfast. He hadn't had instant porridge in a while…tasted like university….only with ketchup. Even Fukuda had told him that it was disgusting how he put ketchup on everything….even though it went with everything. That was the beauty of ketchup. You could put it on literally everything and that made it better.
Well any food, anyway, he doubted that it would be any easier to be around Son even if he did cover the Boy from head to toe in ketchup.
"What's this?" asked Sho as he sat down at his spot at the table. Dad hadn't said good morning to him but he didn't care. It was never a good morning when dad was around. It was going to be a better morning when he left. After dad was gone Sho was going to do the laundry and then whatever else big sis had to do today. Yeah. This was going to be a day of rest and relaxation for her. All she would have to do was watch TV and lay down and…and stuff. Big sis stuff. Fun big sis stuff.
Fun big sis stuff that would happen without dad around….because he sucked!
"Breakfast. Eat it or starve, I don't care." Said Suzuki as he mixed Daughter's porridge up with his powers. How could he have forgotten to mix it? God…he was such an idiot. He was the biggest idiot. He couldn't remember that he had to mix up her porridge and he couldn't remember that she would menstruate and he just couldn't….he couldn't believe how stupid he had been lately. The stupidest man who had ever lived.
"Plain porridge?" asked Sho as he dipped his spoon into the bowl. He stuck out his tongue. Yuck. If big sis had made this then he would have eaten it without complaining, now was not the time to be complain to her about stuff, but dad had made this. Dad sucked at cooking, he really did, at least Sho thought that he did. He could only remember dad cooking once when he had been really little, like kindergarten little, and he remembered that his cooking had sucked and….
And then he couldn't remember anything else.
"Add to it what you like. I don't care." Said Suzuki. He checked the time on his phone. Daughter should have been up by now….but she needed her rest. She was losing a lot of blood and she was in a lot of pain, too, most likely. Minegishi had been very clear, and very detailed, about what happened during this…time. He was grateful to them for telling him about this and for helping Daughter…and he wondered if she, they always they, had taught Daughter what to do about the enormous amount of pain and suffering she was going through….probably. They were a very intelligent woman…person of indeterminate gender. He'd have to get used to that. He hadn't ever thought about them enough to have to get used to that but he would.
It was the least that he could do after they had done so much for Daughter.
"Of course you don't, you never gave a damn about me not once." Said Sho as he pushed his bowl of porridge away from himself. He didn't want it. He would rather have gone into the fridge and eaten all the vegetables in the vegetable drawer…without any ranch. Just….the way that they came out of the ground…but not even with dirt to make them taste any better.
"That's not true…and don't speak to me like that. You're lucky that your sister is…indisposed otherwise I would have dealt with you for that." Said Suzuki. He would never have spoken to his father like that….and his father hadn't ever had to punish him, not like he had to punish him. He had never given father any reason to punish him, or mother for that matter, he had known what to do without having had to have ever…well not ever….but he had never had to have been explicitly told not to speak to his parents like that…or anyone for that matter.
"What? You're not going to break my fucking arm again just because big sis has her period?" Said Sho. Dad actually cringed when he said that. The whole table shook and he cringed…and Sho didn't get why. That was just a normal thing that happened to girls. Sure it was gross but so was a lot of stuff.
"Don't say that word…or that other word either, it's impolite and you'll embarrass your sister…and be quiet about your arm. It hadn't been my intention to break your arm and, anyway, it's better now. Fukuda fixed it so you have no reason at all to complain." Said Suzuki. When was Son going to come off of this broken arm thing? If he hadn't been so…himself….in the first place then Suzuki wouldn't have had to have thrown him down the stairs like that. He was fine now, anyway, and honestly it just seemed like he was looking for things to complain about. Arms broke, it happened, but he was better now so he had no reason to carry on about something that had been resolved already.
"So you thought that I would just be ok after you threw me down the fucking stairs?" asked Sho. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be cursing. He knew that dad hated it when he cursed. He knew that dad was going to be pissed off. He knew that he was the reason that dad's aura was flaring like that. He knew that he was the reason that the kitchen table was rattling. He didn't care. He just wanted dad to get it over with. Whatever terrible thing he was planning on doing to him.
"Son. Enough. Stop cursing. You're my Son. You're better than that." Said Suzuki. How this person could have been half of him and half of Masami he would never know…not that he was questioning whether or not this was his Son. That was his Son and…he looked like him…and he knew that Masami would have never been unfaithful towards him. Son was, somehow, his child even though he had never cursed this badly at any point in his life. Even when he had been about his age…well older. He had cursed a bit when he had gotten to middle school but he had just picked that up from Fukuda. Maybe Son had been spending too much time around Fukuda…but that was good. The more time he spent around Fukuda the less time he would spend around Daughter.
"Yeah….whatever. I'm having leftover cake for breakfast." Said Sho as he got up from the table and got out the left over cake from the fridge. He held eye contact with dad as he went to the fridge. Dad watched him like he was bored. His eyes looked bored but his aura looked pissed off…but what else was new?
"Do whatever you want just so long as you don't bother your sister." Said Suzuki. He forced his aura to stay calm. Son could eat as many cakes as he wanted, Suzuki didn't care, and he just….he didn't care what he did so long as he came off of it. Just so long as he didn't bother Daughter. He could sense her aura, he could feel her stirring, and he just…she needed her sleep. He wanted nothing more than to be near her but also…also he knew that she needed her sleep more than anything else right now.
Sleep that Son seemed bent on denying her.
"I'm not going to bother her! I'm going to take care of her….which is more than you've ever done for me!" said Sho. He slammed the cake down on the table. Crumbs got everywhere, and the plate probably cracked, but he didn't care. Dad…dad could go and suck a bag of dicks. Sho was going to take care of big sis, the best care that he could give her, and dad could go off and try and rule the world…or whatever.
"I've been taking care of you for your entire life. I've been keeping a roof over your head and clothes on your back and food in your stomach. I do what I have to do for you." Said Suzuki. He kept his aura calm. He forced his aura to stay calm because otherwise he would have done something terrible to Son. He would have lost control and hurt him…and Daughter would have been bothered by that. Daughter always hated it when he punished Son and Son….well he had been going on and on and on about that broken arm. Son didn't need something else to go on and on and on about.
And he didn't need anything else to curse about.
"Bullshit!" said Sho. He slammed his hands down on the table and stood up as tall as he could…and dad didn't do anything. He still looked just as bored as he always did. That was just how dad was. He was an asshole and….and Sho had known that….but now he was a liar too! Dad never did a damn thing for him! Dad….he fed him and kept him clothed and let him live in the house…..and that was what he was supposed to do! Dads were parents and parents were supposed to take care of you!
"I told you to stop that." Said Suzuki calmly. The cursing…the constant cursing…he had no idea how Daughter put up with it…but he would have to figure out what her secret was because he could not lose control right now. She would never have forgiven him not only for deliberately disobeying him but also for stressing her out at this very delicate time.
"Why? It is bullshit! You never took care of me. You never tucked me in at night or…or played with me or…or read to me and…and you hate me! I know that you hate me and-" said Sho. He was not going to cry….and also he was going to stop looking over at the knives on the counter. He looked over at them when he had breakfast with dad…and lunch…and dinner. It would have been easy to do it. Sometimes you stabbed people. Sometimes people stabbed people…sometimes sons stabbed their dads…and that was ok. Shimazaki had stabbed his dad in the stomach and twisted the knife, too, but his dad had been a normal person. Dad was…well he was the most powerful esper ever so…so that was the only reason he hadn't stabbed his dad yet. If he stabbed dad then dad would literally kill him.
"I've told you a thousand times not to curse and I've told you a thousand times that I do not hate you. If I hated you then I would have abandoned you the day you had been born or some time afterwards. I can't hate you. You're my Son. I don't hate you but I don't like you very much either. You're loud, you're tiresome, and you just won't stop cursing. Not liking someone isn't the same as hating them…and you telling me that I don't take care of you is the sort of thing that makes me dislike you. I am your father, not your mother, and I take care of you in the way that a father is supposed to care for his Son." Said Suzuki. What more did that child want from him? He cared for him in the way that a father was required to. Anything else would have been extra. His own father hadn't been as affectionate as his mother…but they had spent time together….well they'd had things in common…and also father wanted nothing to do with him when he made himself into a disappointment. Son…well he was more of a disappointment than Suzuki had ever been at any point in his life.
"….you don't even know my name and you expect me to think that you care about me…" said Sho. He wiped his eyes. Dad….dad had said a lot of stuff to him over the almost eleven years of his life and…and he had said some terrible stuff but…but that was…how did you not hate someone but also not like them either? Dad had…well he had never come out and said something like 'I love you' or even 'I care for you' but…he had never gone and said something as mean as 'I don't like you' and…and Sho had known for so long that dad hadn't liked him but…but he just….had never come out and said it before.
"I do. It's Sho. I'm the one who named you. Sho with the character for leader." Said Suzuki. The things that child came up with. Of course he knew how own Son's name. Of course he knew it, he had chosen it, and Son should have been grateful. If it had been up to Masami he would have been called Yuzu. Sho was a much better name than that…and the character for leader fit the person that he would have to become. Though he had no idea how his Son was supposed to become a leader when he carried on like this.
"Well if you named me then why don't you ever use my name!?" said Sho. Now he lost his temper and…and now he was crying. He felt tears, a few, come from his eyes and hit him on his shirt. He could feel the wetness seeping in through his shirt and onto his chest…
"Keep your tears in your eyes where they belong." Said Suzuki. He had no idea what Son was crying about but, really, he didn't care. If something was truly wrong then Son should have said something and told him what he needed to fix it. Son was always so tiresome.
"I'm not crying! And…and why wouldn't I cry if….if my own dad doesn't even know my name!? Just…why don't you ever call me by my name? I have name." said Sho. Dad knew…dad was such a jerk and…and how could he not know that he was the biggest jerk in the whole world!?
"Your name is Sho, I know that you're Sho, I chose your name. I just never call you by your name because you're my son. Now stop shouting. Your sister is awake now and she doesn't need any stress." Said Suzuki. He had no idea what Son was so upset about. He was his Son and that was why he was called Son. He was so tiresome and so difficult to understand….and this was why he liked Daughter the best. She was always so easy to understand. She easy to understand and just…he loved her so much. She was awake now and Son…he had woken his sister up…but he wouldn't do anything about that. Daughter would not have liked that.
"You're the one who's going to stress her out." Said Sho. He knew that big sis was awake. He heard the door to their room open and he could hear her walking down the hallway and he could feel her aura….and he was not going to stress her out. He had to stay calm. Dad was the one who was going to stress her out. He was the stressful one. Sho….Sho knew that he was a good big brother. He was a good big brother and….and he was going to help big sis no matter how upset dad had made him.
"Don't ever-"said Suzuki. He would never have done anything, purposely, to upset Daughter. He loved her. He loved her and he would have done anything to for her…and he would not sit there and let Son talk to him like he…like he didn't even care about her….he cared about her. He cared more about her than he cared about any other human being in the world who he had ever come into contact with.
And that was why he had to stay calm.
He stayed sitting in his seat and he did not allow his aura so much as the ability to flare. He could feel Daughter. He could feel her getting closer and he had to stay calm. She did not need any stress right now. She was going through so much and he understood it. He understood, well as best as he could, that she was suffering in ways that were unimaginable to him…
And he had to do his best for her.
"What's going on in here? What's everyone fighting about?" asked Mob as she made her way into the kitchen. She couldn't believe that she had overslept so badly. She should have had breakfast on the table…the blue table….the blue of the house was still a lot to take in…but that wasn't what she was staring at. Sure the kitchen was blue and the rest of the house was blue….but that wasn't what was interesting.
There was breakfast on the table already.
There was breakfast on the table and Sho….well she could see his aura and he looked like he was close to hurting dad…and dad was doing that thing where he forced himself to stay calm. Maybe…well what would have made the most sense was that dad had made breakfast and now Sho wasn't eating it…he had half a cake in front of him after all…but she knew that dad both didn't cook and also didn't care if Sho starved to death or not…so really she didn't much get it at all….
But she knew that they were fighting again.
She knew that they were fighting again and she knew that she would have to break it up and make them feel better…or at least less likely to fight…and she knew that at least she had come at the right time. Dad hadn't hurt Sho yet, that was good, and now she was there to make sure that there wasn't any kind of a 'yet'…even though she didn't want to. Her stomach hurt, she felt gross, and she mostly just wanted to eat breakfast and then take a bath so she could feel less gross. Also she was wearing leggings under her nightshirt and she hated leggings…and she hated it when her dad and brother fought too….
Why did they have to fight all the time?
"Nobody's fighting!" said Sho. He knew how big sis felt about fighting and…and that hadn't even been a fight in the first place. That had just been dad sitting there and acting like the biggest jerk in the world….but Sho wasn't going to say anything about that. He wasn't going to tell big sis because then that would have stressed her out…and he didn't even feel that bad anyway. He didn't feel that bad and even if he had his feelings didn't matter. She was the one who's feelings mattered. She was the one going through all of this and…and it was his job to make her happy.
"Your brother is being tiresome and quarrelsome as usual…now sit down. You shouldn't stand for long periods of time." Said Suzuki. Daughter seemed normal, she looked the same as she always did, but he knew better. She was suffering. She was suffering in ways that he could not even begin to comprehend. She looked normal, now, in that moment….but he remembered how she had looked before. How she'd been covered from head to toe in blood…and she had been so scared…and how he had been so certain that he was going to lose her…
But he knew better, she wasn't dying, but she wasn't alright either.
"Yeah, go sit on the couch and watch TV. I'll bring you breakfast. We have leftover cake and also dad made porridge." Said Sho. Big sis needed to lay down. She needed to lay down in the living room and she needed to get as far away from the kitchen as possible. She didn't need to know what he and dad had been talking about, how dad was being a jerk again, she just needed to focus on resting and getting through this.
"I can eat at the table." Said Mob. She took a step towards the table but stopped. She felt dad's powers keeping her back…and she didn't get what he and Sho were going on about. They ate at the table and, ok, she didn't like porridge that much and she didn't think that Sho should have been having half a cake for breakfast either, but she did think that she could sit at the table and eat with her family. She was just having her period, she wasn't dying, and even when she had thought that she had been dying she had still sat and at her meals at the table.
"No, that's too much strain for you right now." Said Suzuki as he held Daughter back. She needed to lay down with a hot water bottle pressed up against her stomach. That was all he knew about dealing with this. That was what Masami had done, she had spent the entirety of that time laying down watching television with a hot water bottle pressed up to her stomach, and now Daughter would do the same. She would do the same and he would…he would be there for her…
He never should have left Masami alone.
She had been suffering and he had just left her alone. Well if he had known that she had been suffering then he would have stayed by her side for the entirety of that time. He would have stayed right by her side in case she needed anything and also he wouldn't have left her alone with Son, either, because he was tiresome even now at the age of then. Back when he had been a baby, and a toddler, and a small child….he didn't even want to think about those times. So he wasn't. Those times…the past was in the past just like the ice queen said….he and Daughter would have to watch that together again it was her favorite….the past was in the past and now all he could do was focus on the present.
Masami was in the past, Daughter was in the present, and now all he had to do was focus on her.
"Yeah, go sit on the couch and I'll feed you." Said Sho. He picked up her porridge bowl and…and hers had stuff in it. Brown sugar and…and he smelled butter, too. Dad…dad had remembered what she like but he couldn't be bothered to give Sho anything other than plain porridge? Sho liked brown sugar and butter too….an also sprinkles and crushed up poptarts…and dad….well it didn't matter if dad knew or not or if he cared or not…or that he had told Sho to his face that he didn't like him…
Big sis was hungry and she needed to be fed and that was what mattered.
"But I can feed myself just fi-" said Mob. Just because she was having her period didn't mean that she needed to be fed like a baby. Sho was taking her bowl and…oh, brown sugar, dad remembered….and even if that did look god she still didn't want to be fed. She wasn't a baby and she wasn't dying. She could sit at a table and pick up a spoon. Even Mukai was probably old enough to feed herself…maybe….Mob didn't know….
Well now she knew that she was sad.
Sometimes she just got really….sad. Minegishi said that this was normal and that if anyone said anything about her being sad and also crying sometimes she was supposed to tell them that they would cry too if it was happening to them…not that Mob wanted to say anything like that…and not that she was going to cry. She was just sad. Mukai was gone and…and she was one now…and in ten years she would be eleven and this would happen to her….and maybe there was nobody to tell her what was happening. Maybe she would wake up one day covered in blood…and then she would think that she was dying….and then Mob wouldn't be there to…to teach her what to do…
But Mukai had a mom now.
Unlike Mob Mukai had a mom and she would be fine…hopefully. Mob didn't know. She didn't know anything about that, about what had happened to Mukai, and she hoped that she was ok…and she wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry and…and she wasn't going to be sad. Mukai had a mom and a dad and maybe new brothers and sisters too and her whole family loved her and…and she was going to be ok. She had people who loved her…and knew how to take care of her…and she was fine…
And so was Mob. She had a dad and a brother who loved her….and who were going to do their best to take care of her.
"I'll feed her. You just go and do…whatever it is you do during the day." Said Suzuki. He could see the subtle changes in Daughter's aura. She was bothered, she was unhappy, and also she must have been very hungry. He would sit her down on the couch and he would spoon feed her and he would sit through as many showings of the ice queen as she wanted and he would keep her brother away from her so she wasn't stressed at all and he would take care of her in whatever other ways she needed. She was his Daughter and he would be there for her…because he knew that he had to be. Now he knew what she was going through and he knew that he had to be there for her.
"Fu-fine. I'll just go do the laundry and then I'll…do other big sis chores." Said Sho. He wasn't going to sit there and argue with dad. Dad wasn't worth it…well he sort of was…but also big sis mattered more. She mattered the most and he needed to make this easier for her. So what if she wanted dad to feed her….or whatever. Or maybe she didn't. Maybe she didn't even want porridge. Maybe she wanted…ice cream…or churros…or something. He didn't know. All he knew was that if he told dad to fuck off like he had wanted to he would have just made dad mad and that would have made big sis stressed and he didn't want to stress her out. He loved her and he knew that she was going through a lot.
"Good. Daughter just….wait. Let me carry you." Said Suzuki. He got up and tried to pick her up by hand….which he knew, within two seconds, to have been a bad idea. She was not small. He knew that she was not small. She was eleven and…and also other reasons…and she was not small enough to pick up with his own two hands. He had to hold her with his powers. He had to hold her and pick her up with his powers…and he felt sort of like…like maybe he had lost something in that moment.
Something that he hadn't even known that he'd had.
He hadn't picked her up in years, and he had known for some time now that she was too big for him to lift, but now…now he wanted to pick her up. He wanted to pick her up and hold her and…and he couldn't she was too big. She was too old. She looked the same as she always had, in fact she had changed so gradually over the years that he had hardly noticed, but now he knew that she was older. She was eleven but she was not small, not the child she had been, but he…he loved her so much…and he wanted nothing more than to pick her up through his own strength….
But he had to use his powers.
"But dad…I can walk just fine." Said Mob. She didn't need dad to lift her. He had tried to lift her like he had when she had been little but he hadn't even gotten her off the ground even a centimeter when she heard his back crack. His aura flared and his caterpillars came together and….and she could walk on her own! She could walk just fine. She was bleeding, that was all, and Minegishi had said that this was a normal thing that happened to most every girl and that she was just the same person…the same person she had always been….
And that person could walk on her own just fine!
"No you can't, don't argue with me. You need to be carried and that's what I'll do. Then I'll feed you and I'll spend the whole day with you. How does that sound?" asked Suzuki. Please say it sounds good. Please tell me that you want me to be there, with you, by your side. He needed to be with her. He should have…he should have been there with Masami when she had been going through this…because she had needed him. She had been suffering and she had needed him and…and he may not have been able to do anything about it but…but if she had told him to do something to help then he would have…even if he hated being given orders….
But not…not really….not if he was getting orders from someone who knew better than him…or someone who he loved.
"But….don't you have work today?" asked Mob as she was carried to the couch. She had been dad, briefly, last year. She knew how much he had to do…and also it wasn't Sunday. She knew that…that he loved her…and he liked to smother her…but they had agreed on Sundays. They had agreed on Sundays and…and ok she had broken the Sundays rule…but she didn't need to have him here with her all day…and she didn't need to be carried, either, because she was fine. She wasn't dying…and even when she had thought she was dying she had still been able to get up off the couch and feed herself…and stuff.
"I do but you're more important. I'll stay by your side for as long as you need me and then for even longer. I love you and I will never leave your side. Ever. For any reason." said Suzuki. He would have stayed with her until the day he died if she had asked that of her. He should have been nearer to Masami…not just now but…in general…because she had asked him to stay…explicitly. He remembered that…that he had left her after she'd had Son….and she'd asked him to stay but…but he couldn't….and he had no idea why she had wanted him to stay but….but maybe it was not for him to understand.
"Um…sure dad….that sounds great." Said Mob as dad put her down on the couch. She could tell by his aura, and also by his caterpillars, that he was bothered by something and…and she just…she just…she had to make him happy. She had no idea what was bothering him, what was making him like this, but she knew that it had to do with her so, ok, she would make him happy…if she had to. She would spend the day sitting on the couch letting him feed her if she had to. She loved him after all and if you loved someone then you made them happy.
"That sounds better than great." Said Suzuki. This was going to be a good day, he could tell. Sure he had work to do…a lot of work….but he could get caught up later. Daughter mattered just as much as work did. He was working hard to take over the world to make it better for her…but if he didn't have her anymore then there would be no point in taking over the world. He knew that he had to be there for her, that he had to care for her, and that he could lose her…and he would do anything to keep from losing her…
Even cooking her breakfast.