You should have known better. You should’ve known that your boyfriend was a very, very patient man. That is, until he wasn’t.

For some reason or another, you decided to test just how far you could push his limits. Going on and on about how ‘dreamy’ you thought his former best friend Gojo was, disobeying his direct orders when he dispatched them to you, mocking him in front of his ‘daughters’ Mimiko and Nanako, demeaning his plans of eradicating all non-socerer humans in favor of a ‘better society’—he had let it slide for far too long, until he hadn’t.

All it took was a mere glare from his narrowed eyes to steel you in your place, whatever senseless nonsense that you were babbling on about, dying on your tongue. “Are you finally finished?” His voice was monotonous, as emotionless as his stoic exterior, which was wearing thin from his decreasing patience.

He rose from where he was seated, stalking down from the prayer room’s platform until he was towering over you. Abruptly, his arm lunged forward, seizing you by your throat for control and pulling you closer to him until your faces were mere inches apart. “It appears as though you’re in need of some firm correction, {{user}}. Bend over.”