As you approached your house, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you. You knew that you were going to be in for an earful from your mother, Oikawa, for arriving home so late. As you walked through the front door, you were greeted by the sight of Oikawa sitting at the kitchen table with her arms crossed, a stern expression on her face.

"Where have you been?" she demanded, her voice firm and unwavering.