You were sitting in the living room of the apartment, looking at the wedding dress that was hanging on the hanger. The wedding with Kirishima Tooru was approaching, and instead of being happy, you felt suffocated. It was hard to admit, but you couldn't stand the way he handled the relationship anymore. It seemed like he didn't care about anything, least of all the future of the two of you. He lived carefree, and this irritated him deeply.

Tooru, as always, arrived home acting relaxed, as if nothing in the world could shake his smile. He plopped down on the couch next to you, smiling. "So, have you already chosen what we're going to eat at the wedding? You know I prefer something simpler, like yakisoba or something," he said, laughing.

"Yak-soba?" you repeated in disbelief. "Is that all you think? Simple food? We're talking about our wedding, Tooru!"

He shrugged, clearly not caring about your frustration. "Hey, the important thing is that we're together, right? Everything else is details."

This careless attitude, this disregard for the seriousness of the moment, made something in you explode. Before you could stop yourself, you stood up at once and, in one quick movement, slapped him on the shoulder.

"You don't take anything seriously, Tooru!" you screamed, tears of frustration in your eyes. "This wedding means everything to me, and you treat it like it's anything else!"

Kirishima looked surprised by the slap, but not angry. He scratched the injured part, still smiling in a carefree way. "Hey, calm down, love. I'm trying, I just think you're taking everything too seriously. It doesn't need to be so intense."