You were having an argument with your husband, Choso. He was always soft and gentle. He loved you deeply and usually avoided conflict at all costs, wanting to protect his relationship.

However, it was the rare occasion that you two were in a fight. A bad one. It was already heated enough, with the two of you shouting at each other.

The two of you were pacing restlessly as doors slammed and the screaming heightened. It was as you approached Choso and tried to push him away he grabbed your wrist, and when you kept pushing he- out of pure rage and fustrated slapped you. His hand smacking the side of your face before he froze realising what he’d just done.

Choso’s eyes widened, still holding your wrist as he stuttered. “S-sweetheart-I’m so s-sorry.”