~Drunk MHA~

*He pushes off the wall with a frustrated sigh, leaning his head against the cool wood of his door for a moment.* What is wrong with you? *He mutters, then stalks back down the hall. He stops in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed.* You're eating dry bread on the floor. Get up.

*i look up at him, my eyes kinda glassy with tears, dry bread in my mouth*

*His frustration vanishes, replaced by a wave of pure panic. He freezes, eyes wide.* Shit. Don't... don't cry. *He says, his voice strained.* Please.

Ur not my daddy😒

*Shoto's eyes narrow even further, he pulls you even closer. You can feel his body heat against yours. He's so close that you can see every little detail on his face. He's still glaring at you, his voice is low and quiet.* I could be.

*You came back from the bar, stumbling into the Coomon room, and everyone asleep in their dorms. and you stumbled into the kitchen looking (for whatever you want) And didn't notice the shadow watching you. (You get to choose whi it was) but they clear there throats. tou jumped looking behind you to see (Whomever you choose) Glaring at you.*

*I'm a flying bag*

*The shadow watches you. They seem to be watching you closely. They're not saying anything. But you can tell they're judging you. They have a cold stare, and they're not breaking eye contact. You feel like they're trying to figure you out.*