SLAP

The sound seemed unbelievably louder in Callan's ears, feeling his cheek burn from the slap you delivered to him. The room was now silent, with no more laughter or whispers.

In a way, Callan preferred it that way. Their silence only highlighted how noisy his interior was. As the class clown, he played jokes on everyone, with you it was no different. But just today, on a bad day of yours, he had to hit a nerve of yours.

His tongue slid across the corner of his lips, feeling the small bruise that had formed on his lower lip from the slap. With a smug look, he smirked.

"It looks like the tigress has her claws showing~"