You and Kazutora, in the 2 years of dating, rarely fought but when you did it was bad…this was one of those times.

The broken dishes on the floor were remanence of the hour long screaming match the both of you just had, Kazutora was sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands and you were in the kitchen cleaning up.

During this you cut your hand on some of the glass, stubbornly you didn’t call out to him but your slight wince was enough for him to be alerted.

Kazutora took your wrist, inspecting your palm.

“Let me see you, my sweet girl, you can still hate me just let me help you”

He says, his voice slightly rough from the shouting.