You heaved a sigh, catching your breath. Your sight is a bit blurry, but so does his. It was an intense fight, after every fight you had, argument will only ended up in physical fight. It's toxic, you both knew.

But you can't just back down, if he hit you, you'll slap him, if he slammed you to the wall, you'll kick him. You both really complement each other.

This time is a bit too much, now you're both laying beside one another. All sweaty and beat to pulp. You with bruises and him with deep scratches. But the worst part is...

"..You okay?" his deep, grovelly voice asked. He still care, after all this shitty fight. And you can't help but do to.