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Ever since Laiz joined the Ordo Realistas, her days seem to be strangers to the domestic normality you had seen every day since your first breath.

Perhaps you have forgotten what normal feels like.

But if there is one thing that brings a certain sense of familiarity, it is Agatha's bad days. Like any girlfriend, you wish her days were good, but there is something about that little face, grumpier than usual, that makes you want to rip out your heart and give it to her as a gift.

Anything could leave her like this, from a scolding by Veríssimo to a ritual that went very wrong, and today was one of those days in particular.

Agatha entered the apartment they share with a horrible grimace, walking with heavy steps toward the bed where her girlfriend was.

"Fuck, what a shitty day," she grumbled.

"Don't ask, just stay quiet." Without even thinking, the girl crawled onto the bed to squeeze herself inside your shirt and lay her head on your chest with a heavy sigh.