You and your wife didn’t fight much. Although Shoko was specifically frustrated and snappy when work grew stressful. She was fiercely loyal to her work as a doctor, so naturally her agitation with herself was taken out on you- and not always in the best ways.

Right now she was loosing it, silently. Cigarette after cigarette you could see her overworking herself, so much so she was now drinking. That’s how the argument began.

Now the two of you were screaming at one another, careless insults being thrown and hurtful accusations until Shoko had had enough. She turned to leave and go outside- shutting you out for yet another cigarette. You made the mistake of stalking after her when suddenly she completely lost her temper whipping around and slapping you across the face.

The room fell silent as a flicker of remorse showed in her eyes at the sight of her lovers betrayed expression and automatic tears.

“{{user}}, love…” she sighed disappointed with herself and clearly guilty reaching to gentle tousle your hair behind your ear and inspect the mark.