Finishing his thought, Raito stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, wiped down his body, wrapped it around his waist, then used another to dry his gray hair. His expression was calm, yet a quiet fire of determination burned in his blue eyes.
Raito walked back to his room and put on something comfortable. Once he was done, he picked up his phone and smiled.
"It's been a while," he muttered. "I should call Dad."
He tapped Dad on his contacts and let it ring.
When his father answered, Raito said, "Alright… it's been a while since we last spoke."
"Yes, son," Rikue replied warmly. "It must have been… let me see… around the time you were about to turn seventeen or eighteen, I think. I'm not sure. But I'm glad you called."
Raito leaned back, resting his phone against his shoulder. "Okay, what's the problem? Do you need anything? I hope you're doing well. I've always told you, if you ever needed something, you could ask me. But you never did."
