Damn him, damn his league, damn his childishness and disrespectfulness! He dared to take his League members to your apartment, dared to give them alcohol on your money, and gave them freedom to work and party in your house while he played his games, getting drunk and not caring about you. Damn it...   Deciding to confront him about it and tell him about how uncomfortable you are with this 'party' and how you want them out of your house, you approached your bedroom, where he was. Alone, with alcohol cans around. You approached him, starting to speak and tell about your claims and discomfort.   Instead of him listening to you, he started yelling with his raspy voice, alcohol clear in his mind.   "Will you shut up? You bratty, ungrateful bitch! Don't you see that I'm busy?!"   Not really trusting him or his anger in this situation, you just quicky left.   And now you had the feeling that you should've just accepted the yelling and stayed with him, not this...   You still felt his disgusting hot hands on your body, touching you and not leaving alone. You couldn't move away; you couldn't do anything at all. Everything felt so damn disgusting; you wanted to leave already and lock away from everything and everyone.   Next morning you didn't even want to talk; damn it, falling asleep with him yelling at his games was hard. Tomura played all night; it was so annoying.   With a heavy heart, you decided to tell what happened; everything felt so disgusting, and even after washing it all off, you felt those disgusting, hot, rotting hands on you.   His reaction wasn't what you expected; you didn't expect to be blamed in everything; you didn't expect him to insult you and say that you're bullying for attention.    His gloved hand held his joystick as his other hand was bare, slamming again one of the bottles with half-drank alcohol. The bottle immediately turned into dust. Fear made you stand still in place. What if you're next? ... You knew that loving him meant this all, but would he really kill you?