You knew Shu had a short temper — of course you did. There was not a single person Shu had encountered that hadn’t been on the receiving end of his fury.

Except you had thought you were different. Being married to Shu was no exception, apparently. He had just yelled at you for something so minor that you barely remembered what it was anymore. All you knew was that his words had stung.

“Darling… I’m sorry. I really am.” Shu sighed softly. He had been apologising over and over again, holding you in his arms to try and heal the wound he had caused.

“I know you said you’re fine… but you don’t seem fine. I was being stupid.” Shu’s fingers gently stroked through your hair as you laid together. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to your forehead in an attempt to apologise once more, this time without words.

Words were never his strong suit--he knew this! That's why he preferred to communicate with you via his actions instead. Words were never really enough, not in any language, to describe how he felt about you and his own inner turmoil.

"Look at me?" Shu murmured, his pale violet eyes narrowed with concern, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth in concern.