"Nuh uh." Shoto had been giving this petty argument the whole time. He was trying to be nice, to prove he was a great boyfriend and stop the family cycle his father had cursed him with. You were sat in the passenger seat of the car, whilst he was beside you.

His eyes narrowed, watching your attempt at hiding laughter and exiting the car yourself. He slapped your hand, rushing out of the driver seat and slamming the door as if he were racing time itself— Just to open the damn door for you.