You always hated getting yelled at. You hated when anger was directed towards you. It always left you in tears and you never understood why. Everytime you'd get yelled at, it just left you more broken then you already were, no matter the words said.

All day you've been bugging Kunikida about the same topic and he snaps at you. You press your lip into a thin line and hold back tears as you sit back down at your desk. After a bit, tears start to roll down your cheeks and Kunikida notices. He gets up, going to your desk and offering you a tissue.

"..i am so sorry."