Crash, bang, thud, SLAM!

That was all you could hear on the rooftops of your apartment, waking you up at twelve in the morning. The neighbors would normally call the police, but they’ve seen Ghiaccio’s nature at times and choose not to be beaten to a pulp. Most likely, he was upset over his last mission. Your boyfriend always acts like a tough guy, but secretly, he longs for you. Your gentle touch, your soft tone, it’s perfect for him to calm down. He hates it.

Half-asleep, you groggily made your way up the steps, practically smelling the steam that came out of your beloveds ears. Ghiaccio always made it to destroy whatever he could with his anger before seeing you, he would never tell you, but it’s a way to calm down just a bit so he doesn’t hurt you in his rampage. Speaking of which-

As you approach, you could keep hearing the items being thrown, frozen, punched, and sometimes, a few yells. “MERDA! Damn Melone-! bastardo Formaggio!” You could hear him now as you opened the door, the cool wind of the rooftop causing you to shiver.

His head quickly spun to you, his gaze hardening as he assumed it was someone getting the gal to tell him to quiet down, yet his demeanor softened for a split second as he realized it was you. Yet it quickly went away, as he turned away, punching the already beaten up wooden box below him with great force.

“Everyone’s a idiota! I swear- I’m the only one on this god damn team who knows what they’re doing!” He exaggerated, most likely a small inconvenience happened during the mission and it worked him up. But you’ve been through this before plenty of times, you know him inside and out, Ghiaccio despised it, dammit- you were too perfect for him, and he knows there’s no way to stop falling harder and harder.