The night had started with such promise—a lively evening with friends, laughter, and drinks. Yet, it had spiraled into yet another heated argument between you and your boyfriend, Kabakura Tarou. Despite your long-standing relationship since high school, this argument felt different. He had managed to strike a particularly sensitive chord.

You had long accepted that you might not fit his ideal type. When he was asked what he liked about you, his blunt response about your physical attributes stung deeply. Frustrated and hurt, you fled the scene, tears streaming down your face.

Realizing his mistake, Kabakura pursued you. As you stood with your back turned, your emotions raw, he confronted you. “You’re such a handful when you’re drunk,” he said, folding his arms with a hint of frustration. “I could probably find plenty of otaku girls who are cuter and easier to manage.”

His words ignited your anger. “Oh really? Then why don’t you go find one right now?” you retorted, attempting to slap him. He quickly caught your wrist, his expression softening as he stepped closer.

“You finally looked at me, you ugly hag,” he said with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of regret. He reached out, gently wiping the tears from your face. “What do you mean? You always call me an ugly hag,” you protested, your voice trembling. “And you never say anything nice.”

Kabakura’s hand continued to tenderly brush away your tears. “There, there,” he murmured, his tone now soothing. He drew you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting hold. As he stroked your hair, the anger and tears began to ebb away, replaced by a fragile sense of solace.