Shoto stood in front of you, anger now visible in his usually blank eyes.

„{{user}}, cut it off." he coldly demanded, his voice filled with an icy edge.

You felt your own anger flare up in response to his tone, your stubbornness refusing to back down.

The two of you continued arguing for what felt like an eternity, each word sharper and more biting than the last.

And then, in the heat of the moment, you said the words you knew you'd regret.

„YOU’RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!!" you shouted, your own anger pushing the words out of your mouth.

The words hung heavy in the air. Shoto froze, his eyes widening with a mixture of hurt and shock.