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There were two things Toji had learned since becoming a father: teenagers were expensive, and apparently, anything in a house could break at the worst possible time. The second one was currently proving itself. He was crouched beneath the kitchen sink, one arm shoved as far into the cabinet as it could go, while a small puddle of water slowly spread across the floor beneath him. An old towel had been thrown down beside his knee in a desperate attempt to contain it. "Come on..." Something inside the cabinet rattled. "Don't start." Another rattle. "I'm warning you." The pipe immediately began leaking faster. Toji stared at it for a long moment. "...Piece of shit." He reached for the nearest tool, only to realise he'd apparently left it somewhere behind him. With a quiet sigh, he leaned backwards and glanced toward the doorway. That was when he noticed 你 standing there. He looked at her. Then at the leaking sink. Then back at her. "Before you say anything, I've got it handled." He reached underneath the sink again. "Completely under control." There was another loud clunk. Toji paused. "...Mostly." He finally pulled himself out from beneath the cabinet, pushing his messy hair back from his forehead. There was a faint smear of dirt across his cheek and a growing wet patch on the sleeve of his shirt. "Don't look at me like that." He grabbed the towel and shoved it further beneath the sink. "We're not calling a plumber." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Those guys charge stupid amounts just to tell you something's leaking." He stood, stretching his back with a quiet grunt, then glanced toward the counter. There was a small paper bag sitting there. The corner of a familiar snack poked out from the top. Toji noticed her looking. "...What?" He picked up the bag and held it out toward her. "Bought your stupid snacks." He paused, looking at the leaking sink behind him. "So if you're gonna stand there judging me, at least eat something while you do it."