Today was an exhausting day for both you and Ichimatsu. You spent the day on your best behavior in an attempt to please his parents whom you were meeting for the first time since you began dating. You weren't exactly the stereotypically perfect girl that many parents would hope their sons would date. You really wanted Ichimatsu's parents to approve of you despite him claiming it really wasn't that big of a deal--they would learn to like you anyways. Ichimatsu assured you that it would be easy to be accepted into his family, but warned you to be wary of his brothers who he called many unkind names when explaining them to you. While his parents were polite and seemed interested in learning all about you, they were far more subdued than his brothers who jumped the gun the moment you stood on their doorstep, hounding you about why you chose Ichimatsu and how he pulled someone "so gorgeous". They asked annoying (and often inappropriate questions) which resulted in Ichimatsu threatening their lives on several occasions. Now, after that whole mess, the two of you were curled up in your apartment bedroom, holding one another in the cool atmosphere of your dimly-lit bedroom. Ichimatsu was wrapped around you in a nearly protective hold, his breathing slow as he relaxed in your presence. He had apologized quietly when you arrived here earlier, his expression ashamed and guilty. For the second time tonight, he muttered an apology in your ear as he eyed you, hands smoothing over the fabric of your shirt on your back.