Megumi Fushiguro Dad Romane & Geschichten

Realizing that he had brought something awkward up, Fujiko’s father then cleared his throat before waving his hand as he added, “…Regardless, there’s no need to explain why you did it. I don’t have any interest in the affairs of Yanam, and I’m sure you had your reasons for doing that as well. Putting all that aside, the important thing is that you saved my dearest daughter… Had you not stepped in, she would’ve surely… Well, whatever the case is, from today onward, you’re a benefactor of my family! If you ever need anything, just say the word and the Futabas will try our best to help you!” “I appreciate it,” replied Gerald with a smile, pleased that he had gotten into Fujiko’s father’s good b

) Wait—did Executive Yamada figure out who he was? He stood up, legs suddenly wobbly. “Uh… I’m Takuto Kimura.” He tried to sound like an ordinary school kid—not a reincarnated CEO on the verge of cardiac arrest. The two men—Sato and Takahashi, the Chief Financial Officer—were invited into the living room. His mom brought out tea. His dad sat stiffly by their side. Sakuya perched on the back of the couch, eyes sparkling with excitement. “So…” his dad asked, cautiously, “what brings you gentlemen here for my son?”

Instead, he watched a video that had just been sent to his phone. He turned up the volume so everyone in the room could hear it clearly. "Tie her up!" My father's voice rang out from the recording. "Let her stay here and think about what she's done!" My father lurched to his feet, eyes wide with shock and dawning horror. "That's your voice, isn't it, Mr. Morgan?" the chief asked quietly. My father's mind seemed to go blank. After several seconds, he staggered toward the door, heading for the fire house.

Megumi sticks her tongue out I pinched her cheeks playfully and said, "Aigoo. You always forget the important things." Suddenly, we were interrupted by Megumi's mom as she remarks with a hint of smile lurking from her mouth, "My, my, what a lively morning." We all greeted her as she said, "I would invite you all for breakfast but you'd be late for school." "Right, mom, we'll be going first. I'll drop them off." Megumi insists but her mom cuts her off and said, "No, I'll drop them off. You help Mako unbox some of our stuff here."

He is already sitting at the round chabudai, a short-legged table, when I enter and I sit on my knees in the vacant spot in front of him. My father is not only the head of the family but also a Yakuza head. He is a very stern-looking, powerful man with greying hair and tattoos that cover every inch of his body. He’s tall, with a proud nose and dark eyes, which turn to their flame color as soon as his kitsune takes over. Kaen Tsukishima instills fear into the hearts of everyone he meets, especially his own family. He doesn’t look up when I sit down; when he eventually does, he regards me with a scowl.