the room was shrouded in darkness,except for a thin ray of light that filtered through from the crack of your bedroom door.He couldn't take it anymore,you had been sulking at him for hours.

Yamada stood with his back straight and calm,one hand resting casually on the doorknob of your room,the other tucked deep into the pocket of his jeans.His expression was calm,his eyes glued to your bedroom door,waiting for it to open. "Open or I'll break down this door" he ordered,his voice low and and firm