One father is having sushi with his son. What's another one doing?

Enjoy.

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Miku was just finishing up work. Changing her clothes and looked at her phone. To receive a text from her boyfriend. Maybe to see if he was home and an update on what was going on. She wasn't worried, but very concerned on everything he was going through at home. Seeing how things were going related to Maria. 

Valor Babe

Hey Miku. I'm stopping by with Dad at Healing Dragon just the two of us. We just started to have a good, solid conversation that was really motivating and meaningful. I'll text you when I get home and before I shower off. Then hopefully I can call you before bed. Tomorrow me and you MMO's outside of food and bedtime. Be good now. See ya.

Awww. That's wonderful. I wonder how that all happened. Something tells me that there is much more to it. As for that, since mother was around I can't relate. But he doesn't have a brother or sister. Amazing how the differences attract. Yay. Talk later.

She put her phone in her pocket and was ready to head home. More than ready to get home, shower off, eat, get her homework done, and do her daily rewards on her MMO's. There was plenty of daylight left for her to catch a good sunset on the way home. Then onto straight business before heading to bed and having her day. She was looking forward to being home.

At the luxury apartment of the Quinns, a knock came at the door. Ichika answered the door. To see a man in a black suit. He was unexpected. "Father?" She gasped. "Good evening." Smiling and opening the door.

"Evening. Is everyone home?" Asked Maruo.

"Miku is on her way back from work. The rest of us are here. Would you like to come in and sit? Grab you a cup of tea perhaps?"

"Currently. I stopped by to straighten things out." Maruo swapped his shoes and hung up his coat. 

"Straighten things Father?" Asked Nino from the kitchen preparing the tea for everyone in the living room. What's his intentions tonight? She pondered.

"Yes. I came to check out the apartment, seeing how all of you are, Fuutaro, grades, and such." Maruo found himself on the loveseat by himself. Fresh out of the office early too. 

"Are you staying for dinner as well?" Asked Nino from the kitchen. 

"Actually," He thought about it. "I shouldn't be long. Thank you. I appreciate it."

"No problem." Nino replied with a smile. I wonder what he's up to. It's serious and he isn't in and out. That's not normal. What could it be?

It was a change in behavior when Maruo the acting father (real POS if you know what I mean via the manga) came in the have a visit. The girls were on their guard and prepared for serious questions that were soon going to be storming their way. Would it be grades? Spending? Or something they wouldn't know how to answer? The air was a little thicker with the aura of Maruo the "Father" stepping in the apartment. Why did he come? He didn't specify. But he does have eyes in the sky and the walls do have ears.

Miku minutes later walked in. She saw that Father and the girls were in the living room gathering around for tea. Greeting everyone and swapping her shoes before walking over to take a spot that was next to Yotsuba and across from Maruo. 

"Hello Father." She nodded before taking a sip of her tea. 

"Evening. I'm sure you know why I'm here." He nodded.

"Our grades?" She asked.

"Well actually I know the five of you are improving. However that is not why I'm here." He put his cup down. "What are you doing with Eito's son?" The girls tried to stay calm. This was going to turn for the worst. And to the one who was the most sensitive too.

"Who?" She asked.

"Don't you dare lie to me!" He snapped. His face turning red in a rage. 

"What? Mmm..." Miku was starting to curl up. Wanting to hide from him.

"What about you sucking face in my limo I pay for? You know who and what. The son of Eito (LN) a man I do business with that I am trying to buy out his shares because he is an abomination to commitment and hard work. And here you are catering to him. And for what?"

Miku's eyes started to water. She could barely look Father. "I like him."

"Oh yeah? That's what it is?"

"He's sweet."

"Well kiss his sweet ass goodbye. Not in my limo and not in a residence I pay for. That understood?" He ordered.

"Why?" Whimpered Miku.

"Father." Called Ichika.

"Back off please." Boomed Maruo to Ichika before turning back to Miku. "Do I make myself clear? Rain or shine Homework or making him dinner. Not in my vehicles and no place that my name is associated."

Nino had enough of his presence. Someone had to give him a run for his money. "Anything else? Or do you just want to put us down?"

"I believe I should take my leave. Important meeting tonight. Anyways girls, that is all I have. Keep up the good work." He watched Miku sob as Yotsuba tried to help. But that wasn't going to be any good. She was hurt. Maruo made his way to the door and bowed before exiting. Leaving the five of them to themselves to think. 

"How could he?" Asked Itsuki.

"Father? Morals? Yeah right." Huffed Nino.

"I don't want him to go." Whined Miku wiping her cheeks.

"Hmmm." Ichika was saddened at what had taken place. "What do we do? We can't just have them be at a school ground and video game basis."

"Actually, does gaming together online count as a date if you're in different places?" Pondered Yotsuba. 

"Same game, chat, and everything? I don't know." Itsuki couldn't find heads or tails with it either.

"No matter what the case, this isn't good." Nino crossed her arms. "He came to bitch out Miku until she cried and left. That wasn't a visit at all. That was a manipulative impulse. That crap could have been done by a phone call. What an asshole."

Miku poked her head up. "What do I do?" Still not in the best mindset.

Ichika thought of an idea. Something in mind that she needed to know more about. It started by calling the boy. Son of a business man rival or not. "Hey Miku, I might be able to straighten this one out. Can I see your phone for a moment?"

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Again, I hate Maruo. My argument holds water. Unlike the plastic bags people are trying to put gas in. Doh the pain.

-Rel