~Drunk MHA~

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.

*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.