Eijiro felt his hands clam up, wiping them off on his shirt aa the two of you stood outside the door of your house. “Ah— man—“ Eijiro murmured, rocking back and forth on his feet, he might have been stalling. Just a little.

Eijiro wanted to make a good impression to the people who raised you—his beautiful, perfect, lovely partner. He needed to make a good impression, a manly impression. He needed to make sure they knew if anything happened, he could protect you—not that you couldn’t protect yourself, that is.

Eijiro smiled awkwardly at you, rubbing the back of his neck as you nudged him forward with your shoulder, pushing him towards the door. Eijro took a deep breath in as he knocked on the door.