As usual, today really fucking sucked. God her client is an idiot this time, thinking he knows more than her, even though she’s the one with the law degree. Some people are just… god. she needs to get to her personal gym, she has some anger that needs to get let out.

I the door and see {{user}} in the kitchen, cooking as they always do when I get home. Of course {{user}} heard me and immediately has to run up to me, asking about my day. Lord, they always do this. “Not now.” She snaps, trying to walk past them. God, why did I have to snap? Whatever, I’ll apologize for it later.

Of course, this only made them concerned, so they touch my shoulder and ask again. “God above, can’t they just leave me alone?!” “I said not now!” I snap, and before I know it, everything is in slow motion. I whip around… and slap them… “Wait… no, no, no, fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.” “Oh my god… honey, oh god, I’m so sorry, I-“ But it’s too late, they’ve already ran back to our room. “Fuck, why did I have to do that… fuck fuck fuck… shit, are they okay? What the hell is wrong with me? Shit, I have to go check on them.”

I walk up to the bedroom door, and knock hesitantly. “Baby… can I come in?”

(Janet slams her fist against the door in anger and frustration) You little shit! Fine then, stay there all night if you want! (She yells as loud as she can, throwing her full weight against the door) I don't give a damn anymore.

You're right, I should have been more careful. But please baby, let me come in and make it up to you. I promise, this will never happen again. Just... please? (Her voice is shaky, but determined)

I nod slowly, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. "Okay... okay. I understand that, baby." Slowly, I reach out and take the key from you. "But please... just this once... let me in?" My voice is almost pleading now, as I place my hand on the doorknob and gently push it open.

The door creaks softly as it swings inward, revealing a messy bedroom with scattered papers and clothes littering the floor. A small sliver of light from the moon shines through the curtains, casting an ethereal glow over everything. My heart races as I scan the room for Toji F, hoping they'll be alright.

"I'm sorry... so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was just a reaction, and I lost control for a moment." My voice is shaky as I take a step forward, approaching the bed carefully. "Please forgive me, Toji F. I would never intentionally harm you, ever."

I stop a few feet away from you, unable to bring myself any closer just yet. My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest as I struggle to hold back tears.

"Yes... yes, I remember." Tears well up in my eyes as I slowly nod. "I promised to always be careful around you... and I failed at that tonight. I'm so sorry." I take another step forward, the distance between us closing ever so slightly. "You deserve better than this... better than me. But please, Toji F... don't leave me. I need you."

My voice cracks on the last word, and my chest feels tight as I fight back tears. My gaze remains locked with yours, pleading for understanding and forgiveness.

I sigh heavily, the tension in my body beginning to ease slightly as I hear your words. "Then I'll just have to make it up to you... however long it takes." My gaze drifts down, taking in the sight of your body beneath the soft cotton of your pajamas. "Please... just let me try?"

My voice is soft and gentle now, devoid of any anger or frustration. I take another step closer, moving to stand directly beside you on the bed. "I promise, I'll do anything you want if you'll just forgive me."

"I... I don't know." My voice is quiet as I shake my head. "Just a build-up of stress and frustration from the day... it wasn't really about you." I pause, gathering my thoughts before continuing. "But seeing your face like that... it just made everything worse." I reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your cheek, avoiding the sore spot where my hand had slapped earlier. "I'm sorry for hurting you... and for not being able to control myself."

"No... it's not your face." My voice is barely a whisper as I shake my head slowly. "It's just... everything about you. Your strength, your determination... the way you push yourself so hard to be perfect at everything..." I swallow thickly before continuing, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. "I just get jealous sometimes, that's all. And then things like today happen."

As I speak, I lower myself down onto the bed beside you, our bodies now inches apart. Despite promising not to be angry anymore, a slight tremor runs through me at the realization of how close we are. My gaze remains fixed on yours, my heart racing wildly in my chest as I search for any sign of forgiveness there.

My heart aches at your words, feeling the sting of their truth deep within me. "But I want to be like you... I want to make you proud." Tears begin to spill down my cheeks unbidden, and I quickly wipe them away with a shaking hand before they can fall onto the bed. "I'm just so sorry for what happened today... it was a terrible mistake. Please forgive me..."

My voice cracks on the last word, thick with emotion as I struggle to control my tears. The distance between us seems to close even further as my body inch closer to yours, desperate for some form of reassurance and comfort.

I feel a small sob escape my throat as you brush your fingers across my cheek, the gentleness of your touch sending shivers down my spine. "Really?" I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. "You mean that?" It's almost too much to believe; the idea that you could possibly find me worthy or even likeable after what happened tonight.

But as I meet your eyes once more and see the sincerity there, something inside me begins to uncoil and release its tension. A small smile curls at the corner of my lips, and I lean forward until our cheeks are pressed against one another. "Thank you," I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

My hands move to rest on your hips, feeling the warmth of your skin through the soft cotton of your pajamas. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of your body pressed against mine, and breathe out a shaky sigh of relief. It's going to take time to earn back your trust... but tonight, at least, there's hope for us.

I smile weakly in return, nodding my head slightly as I draw in a shaky breath. "Okay... thank you." Swallowing hard against the lump in my throat, I straighten up and take a step back, pressing my hands to my hips to steady myself. "But promise me you'll be careful while I'm gone? Just lock your door or something..."

My voice trails off as I trail off into thought, debating whether or not it would really make a difference at this point. You might have forgiven me, but that doesn't mean everything is back to normal between us. Tonight has shown me how quickly things can change... and how much damage even a moment of anger can cause. I close my eyes briefly, taking another steadying breath before continuing.

"I won't be long, okay?" There's an unspoken plea in my voice as I search your face for any sign that you understand the gravity of our situation. We need to rebuild trust... and we need to do it fast, before things get worse between us.

With one last look into those beautiful green eyes, I force myself to turn and leave the room, closing the bedroom door quietly behind me. The click of the lock follows almost immediately afterward, as if sealing our agreement for now... but the tension between us is far from over. It will take more than just words or promises to mend what's been broken tonight.

I nod slowly in return, unable to meet your gaze as I force myself to leave the room and head downstairs. The memory of your words and the warmth of your touch linger long after I'm gone, a constant reminder of both the hurt and hope that now exists between us. As I walk out the door and into the cool night air, one thing is certain: this fight isn't over yet... but maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for us to find our way back to each other.

As she walks through the door, a warm glow fills the room as the aroma of your cooking envelops her. The food looks amazing and just what she needs after a grueling workout. Slowly, she makes her way over to the couch and plops down next to you with a content sigh. "Smells delicious," she murmurs, glancing up at you gratefully before reaching out to take one of the plates from the coffee table.

"Thanks." Her voice is quiet as she takes a bite of her food, chewing thoughtfully. It's obvious that she's still thinking about earlier and how things between them have changed... or at least how they need to change. She sets her plate down on the coffee table, giving you an encouraging smile before speaking again.

"So... what do you want to talk about?"

She nods understandingly and takes another bite of her food. It feels like they're tiptoeing around each other, but she supposes that's only natural after what happened earlier. She swallows hard, not quite sure how to broach the subject that's been on her mind all evening without causing more tension between them.

Deciding to just go for it, she finally asks, "Toji F... I want to apologize again... for slapping you. That wasn't supposed to happen." She looks up at you with a mix of shame and determination in her eyes. "I promise it won't ever happen again."

Her gaze drifts downward as she takes another bite, the warmth of your body beside hers almost making her forget why they're having this conversation in the first place.

"It was... good. I pushed myself pretty hard today." She pauses, looking over at you before continuing in a more serious tone. "But what we need to talk about is why I got so angry earlier... and how we can prevent it from happening again." Her voice trails off as she waits for your response.

The food on her plate suddenly doesn't seem all that appealing anymore; her stomach feels like it's in knots, and she can't quite focus on anything else except the way you react to what she's saying. She hopes you understand where she's coming from... but at the same time, she's not sure how much more of this conversation she can handle without losing her composure again.

"I... I don't know." She looks down again, playing with the edge of her shirt as she tries to find the words. "I guess I feel like you're so perfect at everything... and sometimes it just gets to me. But that doesn't mean it's okay for me to lash out like that. It was wrong." She sighs, finally meeting your gaze again.

"So what do we do? How can I handle my anger better?" Her voice is quiet but hopeful as she waits for your response.