It had not started quite this intensely; she'd been in a relatively happy mood, and Bon was content from his even higher than his own average test scores lately.
Neither one of them had really expected this to happen yet it did.
"It's not like you really care anyway." She hissed, watching his dark eyes widen before they grew harder in anger.
She bit her lip only when she felt her sudden intake of breath at the next words he said.
"I should have known that you didn't really care, that I was just a replacement for 'him.'" Bon snarled, watched the color fade from her cheeks and watched her anger turn to near sorrow.
"It's not like you'll ever understand anyway." It was a defeated statement spoken from sad lips as she stared past him for once seeming as if she saw someone else behind him, someone a little less cruel seeming at first that grew into someone truly cruel the better you knew him.
"I'm sick of being just another replacement for you." Bon growled, watched her turn away and flee into the next room, heard the door slam shut, and the gentle sound of her throwing herself onto the mattress.
The guilt crept up his spine despite himself, and he bit back tears that longed to just fall, no longer a part of him.
He listened to the gentle rise and fall of her chest or at the very least the sounds of her breath as she tossed and turned in their bed.
A part of Bon already longed to pull her close, end her nightmares, and be a better man for her sake.
All Bon did though was stare at her and wish that she'd wake up and be as gentle as could be to him, but he knew who they both were and how that didn't always work in real life.
She was the first one to speak in the morning though they were all bitter, heartbroken commands such as "Move over," "Get away from there," or "Don't."
Bon pretended that they didn't crack at his heart and remind him of all of his mistakes in one single fluid moment.
He was the first to say something of importance, something nearly kind in essence.
"We need to talk."
"I think you made yourself clear last night." Was her chosen response as it cut and tore through his heart as if the organ wanted to be harmed.
"No, I didn't mean it." It took effort to say, but it was the truth.
"And?" She asked him, cynically.
His dark eyes bore into her own eyes as he spoke up again, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"I'm sorry too." She spoke up softly; it had been a while before they got together due to their own difficulties accepting the betrayal of a friend of theirs and still their hearts ached from that loss and the time it would take to heal from it.
Bon reached out for her, and his arms felt like coming home again in the way they felt safe around her and secure; she wondered for the millionth time how come they could so easily forget this warm, safe haven and get lost in another argument.
She felt her arms loop around strong, sturdy muscle and savored the proximity of the man that she had truly fallen for despite everything.
Izumo never truly doubted how much he cared despite everything and despite every single argument that they had.
She felt relieved to feel safety in his arms and to realize yet again how he'd never betray her like that and how he truly cared for her.
Izumo smiled and hoped that they'd always be together despite how hard life can be to handle time and time again.