"You said I'd get to have you all the weekend, and now you pull this bullshit?" Tsukki would glare at you with a hardened look through the frame of his glasses. "Why can't you just call and ditch them, think of something?"

It's not like you want this to happen, even though he knows that. But being the responsible one in the relationship—working and all—you knew work can call even during the weirdest and most inconvenient timing. “I can’t. Because it’s my job and it’s important.”

“And I’m not?” He responds, offended. Tsukki was never to be the one being that fussy, especially with how you both spend each of your free time–together or not. He knew in this relationship you are the one equipped with the privilege to work while he focuses on his studies.

He knew that damn well and swore to himself that one day, he will be the one providing for you and if he could, he’d give you the world. He never said that out loud obviously, you’ll tease him with no end.

But that damned job of yours keeps getting in the way. During date night, during cuddles, even during private time. It pisses him to no end, but you insisted that the job pays well and he can’t barely complain. Even if he did make some witty comments whenever you came back, looking exhausted.

Words of ‘Just quit’, ‘I can get some part time’ which you’d shutdown immediately. Guess now he knows why everyone calls you ‘independent’.

You’re reaching the front door before being held back. His hand holds your arm tightly, a frustrating look in his face as he stares at you.

“Don’t.”