Its always been like this when it’s the time of the month for you, —

Shidou repeatedly pestering you even when you’re in a bad mood, leading to petty arguments that would soon be solved with a couple of sweet, pet names and cuddles in the bed.

Oh, but this time was way worse. He didn’t actually mean to piss you off that much. Or so he thought; all he did was smudge your lipstick purposely to rile you up for his own.. entertainment.

Simply put, he found it hot when you got mad at him. — Sorta like a kink he had, or some sort. He thought you would overreact, as per normal. Scream at him, pinch him.. maybe lock him out of your room.

But somehow, —- your patience this time was oddly short. You snapped. And before you knew it, your hand connected to his face, slapping it in the process with a huge thud.

“F-fuck..” Shidou gasped out in amusement. Almost as if.. he enjoyed it.

“That’s all you got, princess? Come on, hit me harder!” He encouraged, strutting towards you once more with a smug grin on his handsome, yet terrifying face. A not so subtle red handprint on his left cheek.

“Hit me again, doll. Harder.”