The front door opened and closed rather harshly when Ryu got home. I walked out of the bedroom and found him pulling off his shoes and chucking them to the ground. Next, he ripped off his coat and put it on the rack before walking into the kitchen. I followed behind him, cautious about his current attitude. It was obvious that he's mad about something and I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask him about it or not.
"Hey Ryu, how was work?" I asked, hoping this wouldn't anger him even more.
"Just great." He mumbled, barely loud enough for me to hear it. There was a thin layer of sarcasm coating his words.
"You're being sarcastic aren't you." I claimed in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"No, what makes you say that?" He asked, the sarcasm more evident in his voice.
So my plan didn't work. I changed my tone to one that was more serious as I stared at his back. He was standing in front of the counter with a glass of water in his hand. I was standing in the doorway watching his every move.
"Ryu, what happened today?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it." He answered.
"I won't stop worrying about it until you at least give me something to go off of. I know that it wasn't just a mission that went wrong because you are never this tense when something like that happens."
"I said not to worry about it."
"And I said I wasn't going to until you tell me who or what put you in this mood."
"Jinko, I said drop it!" He snapped.
I stood in shock at the words that just fell out of his mouth. It has been three years since he's called me that name and we have been dating for almost five.
"Whoah, okay now I think you need to take a breath. I won't bother you about it anymore, but please try and calm down. You're starting to scare me." I said.
"Don't lie to me. I know you aren't going to drop it until I tell you what's going on."
"Okay, then why don't you tell me? Was it Higuchi? Tachihara? Dazai?" I tried, knowing that Dazai was helping Chuuya today and that there was a chance that the two of them met up.
"No, it was you and Mori." He snapped as he turned around and glared at me with a look that could kill.
"What did I do? I haven't talked to you all day because you were gone before I woke up and I knew you had an important meeting to attend as well as a mission. I wasn't going to bother you with a text so if that's why you're mad at me then you could've changed that outcome and texted me first. Come to think of it, you never text me first." I exclaimed, sending him a glare of my own.
"Now look who's in a bad mood. I just mentioned you and you start getting worked up over not sending or receiving a lousy text."
"You're the one who said I was part of the cause of you having a bad day and that is the only thing I could think of."
"No, it's not because of a text, it's because I am talking to you at all."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I lost my job today because of you!" He yelled, causing me to flinch. "Because of you I have no home to go back to! I don't have a way to make money to keep a roof over my head anymore."
"What happened to my part in this?" I yelled back. "You act like you have to move out because you don't have work anymore. I am still being paid and you're acting like I am a defenseless waste of space."
He scoffed. "Isn't that why you were kicked out of the orphanage in the first place?"
I froze. I could feel tears begin to prick at my eyes as those words left his mouth. It seemed that the words that just left his mouth were just reaching his ears because his face fell into one of horror.
