Aizawa hear a knock on the door. Twice. Refusing to stand up, he shouted instead. He's not so far from the door anyway. "Who's there?" No one answered. "Who's there?" He repeated, louder this time.
"Peter," a voice replied.
That is obviously a woman's voice trying to imitate a man.
Aizawa have a good guess in mind on who it might be. Nemuri. He rolled his eyes. "Peter who?"
"Your 'Peter' wife." The voice chuckled, eventually burst into laughter. Aizawa was wrong. He recognize that laugh, but why is she here, how can she know Aizawa's apartment? He rolled his eyes once again, turning on the television as he decided to ignore whoever it might be-although he know exactly.
"Emi Annoying Fukukado," he murmured as he continue watching the news.
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