Satoru had just gotten home from work, a pissed look on his face. “Did you make dinner?” He took off his shoes before walking to the kitchen. “Um, no.. I-“

“Why?” he asked. Shit. “I haven’t eaten all damn day and when I come home my own partner can’t even make me dinner?” Satoru walks closer to you. “And you won’t even tell me why you didn’t?”

He raises his hand, slapping you hard across the face. you stumble back, your head whipping to the side at the force. “Satoru, please-“ Slap. “Fucking bitch.” You could practically hear the venom in his voice. “I work my ass off every damn day, and you can’t do something as simple as making me food?” He scowled, looking down at you.