Gin was usually quiet and reserved, the two of you often managed to avoid conflict, but when it came to her work she easily grew serious.

It was one of the rare occasions the two of you were having a fight. A really bad fight. It was quickly growing heated as even Gin was shouting. You’d only leant forward a little emphasising your point when her automatic response was brining her hand up and whipping it across your face with a clap.

A sharp stinging flooded your senses and as well as a ringing in your ear from where she’d clapped the side of your head- including your ear.

silence.

Her eyes widened in shock at her own reflexes as she stuttered softly. “{{user}}…”