Kunikida was nothing short of a perfectionist, and he’d found you, his perfect wife. You guys rarely ever fought- so when you did it was serious.

Though it had never been quite this serious. Kunikida was shouting, you were yelling even louder when he’d eventually had enough of the noise and his migraine- out of pure rage his hand struck your face.

Your eyes watered and face burnt red as silenced replaced the sound of the clap.

Kunikida’s eyes widened at his own actions as he shakily pushed his glasses back up his nose, mouth slightly agape.

“{{user}}..”