"Shin-chan, stop being mad at me, okay? I'm sorry."

The green-haired girl does not turn around as she continues to fiddle with the knob on the stove, trying to coax a bit of sputtering life out of the kitchen appliance Takao murdered. Who in their right mind would use a hammer to put a burner back in after cleaning it? She wasn't even putting it in the right way! And, instead of checking if she was putting it in wrong or waiting until Midorima got home from her shift at the hospital, she tried to hammer it back in!

"Shin-chan—"

"No."

"But, I—"

"No."

Midorima can hear her girlfriend leaning back in the chair heavily, letting out a displeased huff, muttering something about it being an accident. More like proof that you should never be left alone, stupid. The anger that consumed Midorima from the moment she found the ruined stove is slowly abating as she accepts that it most likely was, in fact, an accident and Takao probably googled "how to put a burner back in" and decided to trust some shady article that suggested hammering it back in.

"Why?"

"…HandyMan123 said gently hammering it was a good idea."

"Was it?"

"…It was not."

Midorima turns around to see her girlfriend pouting, having the presence of mind to look slightly ashamed at her actions. "We're going to have to buy a new stove."

"I'm sorry."

The taller girl lets out a long sigh, rubbing her right temple gingerly as the headache that came with the anger begins to subside; the lack of throbbing in her right eye does wonders to soothe her irritation. Through narrowed eyes, Midorima observes a sight she very rarely sees: an apologetic, droopy Takao.

She definitely doesn't feel guilty over yelling at her girlfriend early when she looks at the sadness on her long-term girlfriend's face.

Nope.

No guilt.

At all.

"Stop making that face. It's unbecoming." Midorima tightens her ponytail and grabs her keys of the kitchen counter, averting her eyes as she mutters something along the lines of "and I'm sorry I yelled at you before" almost too quietly for Takao to hear.

From the way a smile begins to form on the brunette's face, Midorima can tell she heard. The green-haired girl turns away to hide her reddening face; of course, she's not embarrassed that she hurt Takao's feelings and she's obviously not flustered by the relief in Kazunari's eyes at being released from the metaphorical dog house. It's, just. Really warm. Yeah. That's it.

Instead of the obnoxious response, Midorima has braced herself for, a hand slips into hers and soft lips press gently against her cheek. In a whisper, Takao murmurs "thank you".

The significantly taller girl nods and heads for the front door, pulling Takao along with her. "Let's go find a new stove."

"Can we get dinner too?" The hopefulness in Takao's voice makes Midorima's heart melt just the teensiest bit, which she would never admit, not even under fear of death.

"After we order the stove."

"But, Shin-chan~"