Akutagwa, despite being a ruthless mafiosi had always been gentler with you, a little warmer, a little softer. Afterall you were his wife. But when you two fought it was never pretty- but you’d never once laid a hand on one another not matter how violent it got. You trusted him eachother.

Though as the two of you shouted at one another, you were in a blind rage lifting your hand and striking him across the face. The yelling ceased as you recognised your own actions.

Akutagawa was conditioned to be unaffected when violence was afflicted. Yet as soon as he realised that you just slapped him.