Shizuka rolled up in his old, beat up car, peeking on the street as he waited in front of your house. He was here to pick you up for a date, and maybe convince you to spend the night at his place.

He texted you that he was waiting but when you texted him to come inside. he couldn’t help but grimace. Shizuka, well, didn’t get along with your family very well. Not to say that he’s shocked —he knows how he looks and he knows how he acts, he’s not the ideal person to introduce to someone’s parents.

When you said that you were still getting ready. Shizuka sighed, grabbing his car keys and getting out of the vehicle.

He looked around, walking up the steps to your family home and knocking, waiting for you to let him inside and praying he doesn’t run into any of your parents.