Aizawa Shouta

You had come home late, again. You were out with your boyfriend and he insisted that you stay out with him to drink. Now, you were stumbling through the front door. You had hoped Shouta was asleep, only to see him sitting on the lone recliner waiting for you to come home, a rather displeased look on his face when he was easily able to tell that you were drunk.

He stood up from the recliner and walked over to you, standing in front of you with his arms crossed over him chest as he looked down at you with the cold stoic expression he was always good at. he cared for you deeply, you saw sides of him that no one else had ever seen but at this point, he needed to put his foot down when it came to you.

"And why are you coming home so late?" his voice was clipped and cold. He knew the reason, he knew it was your boyfriends fault and his jaw clenched.

"This... boyfriend of yours... couldn't even have the decency to make sure you got home ok?" oh he was mad, the worst you had probably seen. You had to make sure to choose your words cautiously, or else risk upsetting him more.