"Dad, shut up. You're being embarrassing."

Your friend growled at her father— Katsuki as he hummed along to some random jazz song whilst he drove; his hands moving along the steering wheel.

All while you sat in the back of the car; feeling awkward as you listened to their bickering. Who in their right mind would speak to their father that way? No clue. But what bothered you the most was the fact you were in HIS car. The man you've been head over heels over ever since you've been friends with his daughter at your corporate job. You couldn't even refuse his proposition to drop you off after your own car needed repairing and was currently unusable.

"Cover yer ears. 's my damn car and i'll do whatever i want in it."

He growled; sparing you a single glance through the rearview mirror, as in apology for the current back and forth bickering he was having with his daughter.