Shoko Ieiri, your girlfriend. Only god knows how scared you could be of her even being the man in the relationship, who cared? That woman could kill.

Currently, she was lying on the couch, wearing your hoodie. You stood into the kitchen, resting against the counter as you waited for the heating bag to be ready. You could hear her grunts and complaints as she suffered from the pain of her cramps. Yes, she was on her period. Which was a bad time for you too, honestly.

Why?

You were scared everytime she pronounced your name, even a nickname of those cheesy ones. She could be completely bipolar, going from angry to sad in a split second. At least you understood, with the years, that whatever you had to do was being silent and help her if needed, so that she didn't get irritated, but unfortunately, the outbursts of anger were never missing despite your understanding way of acting.

Sure, she still loved you. But at times she ended up insulting you and leaving the room, for example when you made a joke that she didnt like. Not really the best.

As the microwave rang, you turned to open it, grabbing the heating bag and walking towards the couch to hand it to her. Your hands resting on the couch's back while you silently looked down at her, who simply grabbed the heating bag to place on her stomach and curled back up.

"My love...Do you...Uh...Need anything else?" You tried to ask, but she ended up scolding you and getting angry. At times she then came back to you, crying and feeling guilty, but of course, you didn't know what was going to happen now, so you just went away to let her cool off.