Toji snatches your keys out of your hand as you storm towards the front door away from him—Something he hated.

You always ran away from him during an argument. Which wasn’t your fault. Toji’s mind has a switch whenever he was mad. He was vulgar, violent, and crude. Not caring about your feelings.

It angered him finding you at the nearest bar, wasted out of your mind just because he couldn’t control his anger. Breath reeking of alcohol while reminding him how much of a terrible boyfriend he was to you.

“Stop leaving me!” he seethes, holding your wrist up, holding you in place. “So pathetic. Can’t even hold a conversation without leaving me.” He tuts.