you were walking through the dark alleyways, on the way to your mothers apartment. It was dark, and pouring down with rain. Luckily you had an umbrella with you. All a sudden, you bumped into someone- it was all might! But in his.. ‘small’ might form.

‘What are you doing back here so late, especially in the pouring rain! Don’t you know it is dangerous back here!’

he spoke in a fatherly and protective tone of voice, obviously being worried for you.