"Are you still mad at me?"

I think the question made me angrier than I already was. I know that communication is key in a relationship, but … fuck…

I inhaled sharply and continued reading my music sheet. I paid attention to the notes I was writing, humming the song inside my head to see if it would fit but Haruka… Haruka was leaning at the door frame, arms crossed. I lifted my gaze to look at her, and instantly I saw that smirk. At any given moment, that smirk would've made me stop whatever I was doing, but now, right now, I found it annoying.

"Silence treatment?"

"I am working," I said, writing yet another note.

"Oh. So, if you ignore me because you are working then it is fine and dandy, but when I forget about our date because I lost track of time at the racetrack then that's bad."

Oh no, she didn't!

"It is the third time you've done it, Haruka!"

"I apologized."

"You keep doing it!"

"I didn't mean to do it…"

"And yet you keep on doing it!"

"I am sorry, Michiru."

I decided to close my notebook and leaned back against my chair. I locked my eyes with hers and held it there. We've already had this conversation before. An apology without the intent to change was a simple manipulation. She knows that! We already talked about this! I noticed how she tried to hold my gaze, how she wanted to look intimidating, but little by little, her facade fell, and all I saw was an uncomfortable blonde shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"You keep saying sorry, but you keep doing that thing I told you that bothers me."

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. She was nervous, scared even? That won't do. I don't want her to be scared. I want her to acknowledge and understand why I am mad. I sighed, rubbed my temples, and tried my best to gather my emotions.

"I don't think you understand how that makes me feel… I know you lose track of time, I know that sometimes fixing your cars can take longer than usual. I understand, you've told me and I know. But still I feel like I am not taken into consideration. I don't feel like a priority when you forget."

"Michiru…" Her voice cracked.

No. I don't want her to cry. I am not trying to make her feel bad! Shit shit.

Haruka walked inside the room and made her way towards me. Oh no, no. If she touches me right now, I might start crying. Haruka grabbed the pencil from my hand, threw it somewhere in the room, and cupped my cheeks. She made me face her, although my eyes darted from her features to somewhere on the floor.

"I am sorry if I've ever made you feel like you are not important."

Great. Here come the tears. "I know, Haruka…"

"Look at me."

"If I do, I will start crying."

"And that's fine with me. I want to cry too. I hate to see you hurt."

I looked up at her gorgeous green eyes. I could see the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, and I had to swallow hard yet again to stop myself from crying.

"I am sorry I've made you feel like that."

"Haruka…"

"I mean it." She pressed her forehead to mine, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. Having her this close always brought me some comfort. She let out a soft rumble from deep within her chest, and I relished in it. "I don't want you to ever think that you are not the most important thing in my entire existence."

I nodded against her. There wasn't much I could do. If I talked, I was going to spill my tears.

"Please, forgive me. I will make it up to you."

I pulled back and looked at her eyes again. She spoke the truth. The curve on her lips that was usually there when she was annoying and mischievous was not there. Instead, her face was apologetic, saddened. Sad because I was sad…

God, this woman would be the death of me…

"How will you make it up?"

A spark of lust shone through those emerald eyes. I rolled my own and shook my head. Of course… Makeup sex.

"What do you want? Ask me anything."

I took a deep breath, my hand moving to cup the back of her head and pulling her in closer. "Anything?"

She smirked. "Anything."