It was inevitable; both of you possess fiery tempers. Yet, you despise arguments, or rather, you loathe the initial aftermath. You prefer to skip straight to the passionate make-up activities.

The tension escalates when one of you resorts to sulking, employing the silent treatment—a tactic the other finds intolerable, given their impatience.

This time, impatience consumed you. His sullen demeanor exacerbated your irritation, surpassing even the original cause of the now-forgotten dispute.

With slight hesitance you approach him as he sits, silently reading.

"Chuuya..."

He sighs, putting his book aside yet remaining silent.