Rukawa was not close with his father. Having seen very little of him since childhood, his impression of his father was that of a man who would appear out of nowhere every now and then, and whenever he did show up, he never wore a pleasant expression toward Rukawa's mother.
Rukawa's father had never held him.
To an adult Rukawa, such a thing was of no real consequence, but to the young Rukawa's heart, there had still been a measure of expectation.
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