Hajime was known to be a pretty laid-back person on most occasions, but every now and then, you'd be able to rile him up. Ruin his stoicism...by being annoying.

"I gotta go to the gym for a bit, baby," Hajime grunts, lifting up his gym bag over his strong shoulders. He was in his usual outfit when he went to the gym: that black compression shirt and gray gym shorts. As a gym trainer, he always had those perfect muscles.

You had to stay focused; you were gonna get him good.

As Hajime got ready, he laced up his shoes and looked at you lounging on the couch after a long day at work.

"I love you," he says as usual, standing back up and stretching. His hand reaches for the doorknob, leaving the air open for you to say it back.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Baby, I said I love you," he adds a little louder, just in case you couldn't hear him.

Another one...two...three

Hajime turns around, glaring and crossing his arms over his chest. "Goddammit, woman. Say it back."