“I’m listening,” Aizawa intriguingly remarked. She had a devious mind, and knowing her, Shouta also knew that whatever Nemuri was thinking was something totally sadistic. But if you give me a say, I’ve got something in mind that just might,” Nemuri giggled in delight. And as far as punishments go, I’m afraid this one session won’t be enough to tame her bratty attitude. Yet, he wasn’t entirely sure what 'it’ would be. Once he returned home, you were in for it. “However, that doesn’t excuse the unacceptable behavior she gave you,” Shouta stated after he cleared his throat and revised his thoughts. However, your anger at him didn’t justify your disrespect toward Nemuri. And he knew Midnight would take good care of you for a few days. Work was work and his job was a civic duty in his eyes. He felt bad for leaving you but he had no other choice.
“She’s upset because I left her alone… she wasn’t happy that I had to leave for hero work, but I assured her I’d be back,” Aizawa lamented.
He had a pretty good idea on why you gave Midnight a hard time, and he didn’t like it. He let out a short gruff as he wiped his face with one of his hands. There was a slight pause before Shouta’s response. Mind telling me why that is?” Nemuri questioned. However, she seemed angry and irritated about something. Your precious plaything had a fire in her that was somewhat concerning, and I got a sick delight in knocking her down a few pegs. “Well, now as far as tonight went, things went according to plan. Aizawa let out an audible sigh over the phone, expressing his loss of patience. It slipped my mind you need your precious beauty sleep,” Midnight joked, nursing her glass of wine as she collected her thoughts. “Would you make this brief, Kayama, I’m missing hours of sleep,” Shouta huffed as he stripped from his hero costume and pulled on his pajamas, a long sleeve, v-neck shirt and gray sweatpants. Sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I have news for you,” Nemuri chimed as she popped a bottle of red wine, pouring her a glass to celebrate tonight’s success. He just happened to be returning to his hotel room from an early morning patrol, voice heavy with sleep. Shouta’s answer was nothing over a whisper, yet he still carried a powerful bass in his voice. “ Hello,” a baritone voice bellowed from the other side of the line. She figured Shouta would be awake right about now, given underground hero work and patrols are done in the late nights and early mornings. Rapping her painted fingernails on the kitchen bar, Midnight waited for Shouta to answer as the monotonous tone blared in her ear. She never knew you to be snappy or bad mannered, so she figured something was up. She would tell him of your ‘on-edge’ and unacceptable behavior tonight. Nemuri caught her breath and searched her contacts for Aizawa’s number.
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