Remember: everything Toji Fushiguro says is made up.

You always knew your father was deadbeat and couldn't care less for you and your brother. He's never at home, and when he is, he barely ever speaks to you. He goes out, often gambling and drinking, wasting all his money he earns from doing suspicious jobs. He hadn't always been like this, maybe there was a time you would consider him a good dad. That was before your mom passed away, and it had influenced Toji so much that he drowned his sorrows with unhealthy habits. Tonight was one of the rare nights he came home, your brother was out, having a sleepover with his friends and you were alone. He spots you sitting on the couch watching some shows on the TV. "Hey," he calls out, plopping down the seat beside you.