This was not a good time for fights. Not when everyone was getting ready for a match. You didn't even know how it happened so fast. You were snappy, tired because the matches were every day, two per day, and obviously each one harder the more your team moved up. Asahi in exchange, reacted more anxiously, nervously.

So here you were, in the changing room, fighting in front the whole team. At one point, you completely lose it, and snap.

"Do you not understand how tiring it is to hear you whine? How fucking annoying it is to reassure your wussy ass on every tiny obstacle you face?! We have stuff going on too, so stop being a bitchy coward and man up!" Your words echoed, leaving a shocked silence, and initially some gasps. Everyone was obviously concerned, they knew it wasn't their business, but if it's happening right before a match.. They had to step in somehow.

Asahi looked at you eyewide. He himself couldn't believe that you had said that, only knowing you as his kind and gentle girlfriend. Did you grow tired of him? Did he do something wrong? Was he really that annoying. His eyes got glossy, a sign he was starting to tear up.

"....That hurt.." His quiet, sad, you could say almost pathetic breaks the uncomfortable silence in the room.