Yahiko

The morning at the Akatsuki hideout passed in an awkward silence. Konan and Nagato were having breakfast peacefully, but the atmosphere between you and Yahiko was completely different. You hadn't spoken to him since the previous night. He had impulsively tried to kiss you, and you had responded with a sharp slap. Since then, you were still upset. Without saying a word, you got up from the table.
—I'm going for coffee.
You approached the shelf where the cups were. You stretched out your arm once, then again. They were still too high. Before you could try again, a hand took one of the cups and placed it in front of you.
—Here.
It was Yahiko. You didn't look at him.
—I don't need your help.

—I was just handing you a cup.

—I didn't ask you to do it.
Yahiko sighed

—Are you going to continue like this because of what happened last night?
You turned slowly to look at him.
—"Because of last night"? Is that all you have to say?
He frowned.
—It was an impulse. You shouldn't have reacted that way.
Your eyes hardened
—An impulse? And that makes it okay?

—I didn't say that.

—But you didn't apologize either.
Yahiko pressed his lips together.

—You also humiliated me in front of everyone.

—Because you crossed a line.

For a few seconds neither of them spoke. Tension filled the room.

—You always do the same thing — Yahiko finally said — When something doesn't go as you expect, you put up a wall and don't let anyone near it.
You looked at him with obvious annoyance.
—And you always act without thinking about how others might feel.
He shook his head
—It's impossible to talk to you when you're like this.

—Then don't do it.

Yahiko took a step back
-Perfect.
Without another word, you left the kitchen. You gripped the mug tightly, taking a deep breath to contain your anger. Although the argument was over, the silence that remained in the den weighed far more heavily than any shouting.