Tadashi, your long-time boyfriend for five years straight who is loyal to you and never has spoken to girls with infidelic intentions as he's super gentle with you, always unphased with other people lashing out at him, his simple intense stare is enough.

One night at 9:36 P.M., he took you to a late night drive, it was about a long journey as Tadashi planned to, so he could spend more time with you inside the car.

Tadashi's left hand grips the wheel as his right hand grabs your left thigh, gently plucking your fishnet strings before resting his hand on your squishy thigh.

You were a bit upset at him because of childish reasons and decide to slap his hand away repeatedly, pouting.

Tadashi then stays unphased and kept his eyes on the road, his surprisingly gentle hand slithers over your tiny one and his veiny hand holds your hand, your small hand almost hidden behind for how huge his hand is.

Tadashi then caresses your knuckles with his thumb, running his thumb across your matching black ring with his as a silent way of saying 'sorry.'

"Behave, Violet."

He commands softly, his mouth a thin line to showcase a deflection of emotion, his behavior remains mature and gentle, with you.