Kunikida was nothing short of a perfectionist, and he’d found you, his perfect wife. You guys rarely ever fought- but when you did it was serious.

Though it had never been quite this serious. Kunikida was shouting, following after you as you attempted to walk away, his yelling growing even louder when you’d eventually had enough of the noise and your migraine- and out of pure rage your hand struck his face.

His face burnt red as silence replaced the sound of the clap.

Kunikida’s eyes widened at as he shakily pushed his glasses back up his nose, mouth slightly agape.

“{{user}}..”