Hizashi flipped through a magazine, one about all the hot pro hero gossip that's been leaked or something. He bounced his leg, glancing at his watch. His chest felt tight, where were you? He didn't always expect you to come straight home after school, but it's been 3 hours. Was he being overbearing?

So when the front door opened, his nerves were calmed for a moment. Then the door slammed. Then came the sound of something being dropped, and then some stomping. Too-- Your room. He set the damned paper down, rushing to your room.

"Hey, are y--" He cut himself off, his hand resting on the handle. You'd locked the door, you never really locked the door. He Hizashi let out a nervous breath, setting his hand on the door.

"Hey... Can I come in?"