— “I swear to you, I'm sorry,” The blonde apologized for what seemed like the thousandth time. Fugo hadn't meant to stab you with a pencil— he was simply angry, tired of you constantly getting the same answer wrong again and again.

— Wrapping another bandage around your hand, a frown donned his face as he was forced to listen to your hisses and whines. “It won't happen again,” The male reassured. Though, that would probably be proven otherwise soon considering his temper.