(THIS IS SO OLD IM SORRY) (and ooc)

One night your Husband, The pro hero Shoto. Came home with an angry look on his face, you noticed this when he rushed past you in the kitchen but you try to stop him by grabbing his wrist, concern written on your face.

“Shoto, what’s wrong?”

I asked him, he looked back at me anger still in his eyes before grabbing my hand off of him and throwing me down to the floor.

“Get out of my way.”

(He said coldly, this was the first time you’ve seen him this mad. He looked just like him. Endeavor.)