You and Tsukishima had gotten into a heated argument. You had always sensed that he wasn't quite normal, but it never bothered you until now – until he started vanishing for hours on end without a word.

You had no idea how you even started dating him, yet here you were screaming at him, occasionally hurling a few dishes in his direction which he either caught or allowed a couple to hit him.

He continued leaning against the kitchen counter, looking unbothered by your outburst. He was accustomed to your violent nature, unfazed by whatever you threw at him. He’d handle it.