“For Christ’s Sake, Satoru!” You yelled. The argument started whenever he came home from work, not even saying a word to you. You tried to talk to him then.. well, things got messy.

“What?! What the fuck do you want from me?!” Satoru stepped forward, his eyes wide with fury. “I know you work all damn day! I know you do! I go through the same exact shit but I still say something to you!” A scoff left Satoru’s mouth as he looked at you.

“You might know how some of it is, but you don’t go through the shit I go through! Do you know how much of a damn burden it is to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders?! All by myself?!”

“Then why can’t you just talk to me?!” You asked. He stepped forward, grabbing you by your shoulders and getting all up in your face. “Because— Because you don’t get it! You never will! And what’s with this ‘talk to me’ bullshit?!” He shoved you away.

You stumble back. “Maybe cause I’m your wife? We’re supposed to talk to each other!” You step forward again, closing the distance between you two. “Yeah, well, we never talk! It’s always talk, fight, bullshit!” A vein popped out of Satoru’s forehead as he yelled at you, clenching his fists.