Hai= Right or Yes

Chapter 1

Black Star and I are in our home. Black Star is watching cartoons, and I am cooking dinner, which is Instant Ramen tonight, due to this afternoon's battle with yet another DWMA student that got on Black Star's nerves.

It's not that I'm tired. I wasn't fighting with my meister. I wasn't even allowed to sit on the sidelines. Black Star was worried that I would jump in and "baby" him when he got hurt.

Ever since he mastered my Enchanted Sword mode, Black Star has wanted to fight by himself more and more lately. I think it's because of pride, because he wants to show everyone that he is a god, and gods can fight without weapons.

The other reason I made ramen was because it's my favorite. It reminds me of my home in Japan.

"Black Star! Dinnertime!" I call, expecting my favorite blue haired meister to jump into his seat at the table.

But he doesn't.

I lean over the kitchen island to see what Black Star's up to, and I call his name again.

"Black Star?"

"Just a minute, Tsubaki. My favorite show hasn't ended yet," Black Star responds in a monotone voice, mesmerized by the zany anime characters jumping around the screen.

I have never liked television much, but Black Star is always watching it. In an effort to "be cool", as Soul says, I ask him what show he's watching.

No response.

"Hey, Black Star, what'cha watching?"

"Naruto. It's very relatable. But the main character is so annoying!"

I've seen that show once or twice over Patty and Liz's place. The main character is just like Black Star.

"Oh, that's cool," I say. "Why don't you come and eat? Your ramen is getting cold."

Black Star stiffens.

"Ramen?"

"Hai. I thought I would mix the dinner menu up a little bit."

"Tsubaki…. I hate ramen!" Black Star yells, never moving from his comfy position on the couch.

I'm shocked. Why is he getting so upset? I thought he loved ramen! I stammer, my face is surely turning a light crimson color.

"I'm sorry, Black Star. I thought you liked ramen," I respond.

He sighs dramatically, turning to me and crossing his arms.

"Honestly Tsubaki, sometimes I think you like slacking off. You try to feed me ramen, instant no less," he says nonchalantly, like it's a well known fact.

"And you forgot to put out fresh towels in the bathroom. I had to use your dirty towel," he finishes. My mouth is open, and I'm still trying to process what he's said, trying to form coherent sentences.

There's this feeling in the pit of my stomach, a violent twisting of my emotions. It tints my vision a red color, and forces me to clench my teeth. I slowly curl my hands into fists.

So this is what true anger feels like.

It's not like I don't know how to be angry. It's just that I've never had to be really angry. I've always swallowed my pride and let others get their way.

Now, I'm really angry.

I close my eyes, trying to calm myself.

"Black Star, I'm sorry. I could make you something-"

"Nope. It's too late. It's already been done." Black Star dismisses my comment so quickly.

Like it's puny and unimportant compared to his.

I glare at him, letting the anger get the best of me. All that's happened in the last couple months, on top of our take and take relationship, on top of everything, has finally made me snap. I guess I kept everything bottled up, letting things slide.

Black Star really is a jerk.

I look at him, but he's already back to watching Naruto.

The nerve of him.

I can't take it anymore.

"JUST LISTEN TO ME!" I screech. I drive my fist into the wall, and drywall fibers float around in the air, settling on my face and hand like dust. I've made a sizable whole in the wall. I punched right through it, like it was made of paper.

Before Black Star has a chance to say anything, I storm out. I slam the door behind me, leaving Black Star alone, and the ramen cold.