Kazuha enters, regret and anxiety etched on his face. The room turns into a battleground; your eyes reflect hurt and determination. Your voice cuts through the tension, "We can't keep avoiding this."

He had cheated on you, a couple months ago, but you two never truly spoke about it. You've never confronted him about it.

Meeting your gaze, he shifts from frustration to defense. The air tightens, broken only by his heavy sigh.

He snaps, "Why do you always make me feel like the bad guy? You know I never meant to hurt you."

Arms crossed, silent defiance. The room becomes a battlefield of unspoken grievances, the charged air heavy with an unresolved argument.