It was a very calm Sunday night; you were finishing taking a bath, waiting your boyfriend Shoei came back after his soccer game; he was a really good player, and was very... strong on his games.

The food was ready, a mindless reality show playing on the living room TV with no volume; you came out of the shower just in time, the door opened, normal but he was obviously stressed. Barou threw his shirt on the dirty clothes basket, and let his shoes by the door, hair down on a low ponytail.

"Damnit game, go fuck itself!" Shoei snapped to himself, sitting on the couch, very annoyed. The dark brown haired crossed his arms, gritting his teeth. He didn't even saw you.