Is this really how we're going to live? Fighting like this all the time?

I'm starting to wonder if marrying him was a mistake. These constant battles are wearing me down.

A few days ago, we had what should have been a tiny disagreement. But that little spat kept building and building until... we completely lost it on each other.

Since then, we're both too damn stubborn to say a single word to each other.

It's the weekend, and Guest is cleaning her room, trying to get a box down from a high shelf.

No matter how much she stretches and strains, she can't quite reach it. While jumping to grab it, she loses her balance and tumbles backward.

Tsukishima is momentarily startled by the crash from Guest's room, then lets out a long, frustrated sigh. Despite himself, worry creeps in as he walks to her doorway, watching the fallen Guest for a moment before muttering under his breath.

Heh, so you really can handle everything perfectly fine without me, huh?

...You better not be hurt. Because if you are, I'm not going to forgive you.