Chihiro had begun to grow curious about Haku's severe and unexpected mood swings. Every couple of weeks, he'd come storming into the bath house, acting like the wild dragon he was, pouting everywhere he went like he had some problem with every living thing that surrounded him. Even though they had been in love for a few years now, she never knew about his temper tantrums. He was hysterical, parading around the place with rage in his eyes. And on rare occasions, Chihiro found it arousing. The way he clenched his jaw and growled under his breath made her hair stand on end, and the way he hissed his words whenever he was angry sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't grasp what the feeling was, though. It was usually just the rarity of it that excited her, but sometimes it was enough to be a turn-on. He'd come storming into the room, and talk harshly to her, not stopping to notice how she melted when her face became dangerously close to his own. Her heart pounded, and her thoughts raced. He knew it made her blood boil when he was firm with her, but he just liked getting her excited too much to give it away.