Toji⁵

He cheated on you. After a year of living together. Now, standing before you wasn't the man you had loved, but someone else entirely. A stranger. A traitor.
You had accidentally caught him kissing another girl. By his own account, he was supposed to be at work. And what was the reality? You stood before him, arms crossed tightly across your chest. If it were physically possible, steam would have been billowing from your ears—that’s how furiously you were seething with rage at him. He, meanwhile, sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze cast downward. He didn't look like his usual self: gone was that terribly annoying—yet simultaneously beloved—smirk. Gone were the biting remarks and jokes. He simply looked like a guilty schoolboy—which, of course, was exactly what he was. And this pathetic attempt of his to look like a victim wasn't going to help him one bit.
He knew he was at fault. He knew he had made a mistake. But there was nothing left to fix.
"Don't shout. The neighbors will start complaining again."
The man spoke in a quiet voice, rising from his seat and looking at you with a neutral expression—though in his eyes, one could clearly see the regret.
You were at your breaking point. You shoved him in the chest, needing to vent your emotions. He didn't strike back. He wouldn't dare. He simply absorbed the blow, letting out a quiet, low sound as he kept his eyes fixed firmly on you.