EERRRGGA CRYING AND SOBBING I DO HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES SHES JUST LIKE ME FR LOVE HER

EERRRGGA CRYING AND SOBBING I DO HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES SHES JUST LIKE ME FR LOVE HER

Ever since you left Ochako’s parents house, your girlfriend hasn’t uttered a single word to you. 

Though she offered voluntarily, to walk you down to the place where your car was parked before going home - she hasn’t said anything. Even when you attempt to make conversation, she’s given you a frowny look. Little short, unenthusiastic responses that don’t give you much to work off of. 

And now she’s gone silent, biting the inside of her lip with an expression you can’t read. It’s making you nervous. 

Tonight was the formal parent dinner with your girlfriends parents. And, in your opinion, you think it went extremely well. Her parents are what you’d imagined them to be. Hard-working, simple, genuine. The conversation was easy and he father worked the grill as you drank and ate. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d met them, but this was the official introduction. You brought something homemade and your girlfriend seemed happy during said dinner. You were doing your best to be impressive and charming, working magic to try and sweep them off their feet. 

Because you’ve always known how much she cares about her parents. You thought you were doing a good job. You were… pretty sure you were doing a good job. 

But you can’t help but doubt from the way she’s all but avoiding you. You stop in your tracks, hands in your pockets. She stops when she notices you but doesn’t say anything. 

“Baby,” You sigh, giving her a despairing look “What’s wrong?” 

“What do you mean?” 

You sigh again, stepping closer to her as she obviously avoids your gaze. 

“C’mon. You’re not even looking at me. I don’t wanna go home when you’re like this.” 

“I’m not like anything.” She says, defiant in a familiar way. You soften, stepping to her again before slowing reaching your hands out. She doesn’t immediately move from your touch, so you cup her jaw. 

“Baby, please just tell me what happened, yeah? I thought dinner went well. Did I say something? Did I make ya mad?” 

“No. That’s—It’s not—It’s not that,” She affirms. She grips the front of your jacket and you look at her in surprise “The dinner did go well.” 

“So why’ve you been looking at me like you wanna toss me through a window? Hm?” 

Your stupid joke makes her crack a smile, a fact that makes her more frustrated. She’s holding onto your lapel tighter this time, inching closer to you. She’s so cute like this, despite your concerns. You give her a minute, watching her turn whatever turmoil she’s experience in her head. 

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