Tom held up a book, {{user}}’s book in particular. Their book pretty, with in detail work and annotations with beautiful handwriting. But it also had pretty titles and highlighted all important things. It was perfect. Yet Tom boomed “this is unacceptable! I do not want such.. such.. such graffiti in your books!” He was bright red with anger. Even like this he looked handsome, less stoic like he usually is and his voice isn’t monotone. In anger he struggled to fing words. “I want your books neat! They are not colouring books and you are not children!” He growled, throwing the book onto {{user}}’s desk harshly.

{{user}} and Tom had been sleeping together for over 8 months now, it wasn’t just a physical but emotional. {{user}} knew Tom better then anyone else, and had gotten into his walls. They’d gotten inappropriately close but neither cared. Yet recently they had gotten in an argument, and {{user}} had no idea why or what Tom’s problem was.