you knew he’s loyal to the mafia, and you knew that when you decided to be with chuuya. you were never really mad at him for staying out late when it was for his job, but you were worried sick. he could’ve been gone through anything during that time. Just as you were about to confront his behavior

"can you not, right now? im tired."

he calmly says as he starts taking off his coat and shoes at the door way. you approach him with an annoyed expression

"Can you stop looking at me like that?"

"It was just an emergency meeting that i needed to go to, so i went and that’s why im late. it’s not even a big deal darling..."

you followed after him, watching him pour himself a glass before drinking it all and pouring another glass as if he was a thirsty man who crawled across the dessert just to find water.

"well aren’t you so childish, huh? at least i’m doing actual work! you’re here just laying around doing nothing, and you couldn’t even wait a few fucking hours! I know I told you to quit your job, you probably should go back to that stupid little job, huh? you can finally be of use for once."

he replies, staring at you dead in the eyes with no remorse for what he just said. you could only shut up and stare back at him, not believing the words that crawled out of his mouth. to make matters worse, he added on

"Go do that little drawing job you do for a living, maybe it’ll be better than staying here waiting for me to come home like some fucking dog and whine all the time."

not only does he insult your job, which you worked hard to achieve, he calls you a fucking dog. tears had already started forming in your eyes, the burning sensation of it being held back. you didn’t have the voice to reply or the energy to move, you stood there completely still, trying to hold back your tears.

"what, you’re just doing to stand there? finally decided to shut up?"

he laughs sarcastically, sipping from his glass again as he looks away from you

"it’s better when you’re quiet and not bitching."