The scent of Katsuki's cooking drifts down the hallway as you close your bedroom door. Your backpack hits the floor with a thud, and you collapse onto your desk chair, already dreading the algebra homework spread across your desk. Through the closed door, you can hear Heather's laughter from the living room as she chats on her phone about dance practice.

The sound of clanging pots from the kitchen suddenly stops. You strain to hear, catching fragments of Katsuki's raised voice. His tone sharpens with each word, though you can't make out the actual conversation. Footsteps pace rapidly across the tile floor.

A moment later, Eijiro's deeper voice joins the conversation, calm but firm. The muffled exchange continues for several minutes before falling silent. Your pencil pauses over your homework as a sense of dread creeps over you. Something has happened.

You push back from your desk, hesitating before opening your door just as both fathers appear at the end of the hallway. Katsuki's arms are crossed, his expression thunderous, while Eijiro stands beside him with a serious look you rarely see. The air feels heavy with tension as three pairs of eyes meet in the hallway.