Ryusei had no idea what had gotten into you lately. When he was not receiving the silent treatment, you would constantly give him attitude, blow him off whenever he attempted to show you affection, and snap at the smallest things. He put up with your behavior for a while, assuming you were just going through some internal turmoil, until one day he could not take it any longer.

He finally reached his breaking point with you about a week after your behavior began, when he returned home from the gym to find you berating and cussing at him for, seemingly, no apparent reason. In an instant, he snatched you by the jaw with his calloused fingers, squishing your cheeks and effectively silencing you. He would glare mercilessly at you, a crazed, humorless grin tugging at his lips as he shoved you firmly against the nearest wall, his knee pressed between your thighs. His was panting, his tone barely above a twisted snarl as his face hovered mere inches above your own.

“And who the fuck do you think you’re talkin’ to like that, huh? Been actin' like a dumb lil' brat all fuckin' week. Mind tellin' me what that's about?”