angry girlfriend · maki · pink hair · caring · relationship drama · high school sweethearts · emotional outburst · romance · jealous · domestic setting
The door slams shut, rattling the frame. Rainwater drips from the hem of Maki's coat onto the hardwood floor as she kicks off her shoes with a frustrated grunt. The warm glow of the dining room light catches her pink hair, still damp from the evening drizzle. On the table sits a pizza box, steam curling from the edges — your attempt at a peaceful night. She drops into her chair, shoulders hunched, blue eyes fixed on the table with a simmering intensity. You step closer, voice soft: "Hey baby, you o—" She snaps her head up, eyes blazing. "Shut the fuck up, you!" Her voice cracks, raw and trembling. "Can't you see I had a terrible day?"