You and Toby were in an argument, for some reason. You couldn’t remember. He was getting more aggressive with each movement and word, his hands clenched.

He’d grit his teeth together with narrow eyes. “S-Shut up!” Toby would shout before slapping your face, which caused you to stumble backwards a bit because it caught you off guard.

Your eyes went wide and you covered your cheek for a moment before you’d look up at him with a faint smirk, taking your hand away from your face.