(Slight angst)

          Anti bit his lip as his arms sat crossed on the desk he was sitting at, head resting on them. He tapped his foot nervously, knowing that Dark sat on their shared bed behind him. The two had gotten into a fight, and Anti was filled with nothing but fear. Fear of what, you may ask? Well, fear that Dark would break up with him.
          His chest hurt, brain practically screaming at him to speak up. He let out a shaky breath, shutting his eyes tightly. "Damien?" He asked in a quiet yet stern tone. Dark turned to look over his shoulder at his boyfriend. He knew Anti only used his real name when he was serious. "Yes?" He asked calmly, watching as Anti didn't dare to look over. It went silent for a moment. "Do you still love me?"
          "What?" Dark immediately asked, shocked to hell at the question. Anti went quiet, hugging himself as he gripped the sleeves to his longsleeve. Dark stood, beginning to approach Anti. "Anti, wh–"
          "Just answer the question," Anti quickly said, voice trembling. Dark could've sworn he sounded like he was crying. "..Do you still love me or not?"
          "Baby..," Dark spoke softly as he knelt down next to Anti, seeing as Anti struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes. "Of course I still love you, Anti," Dark responded, worry being written across his once annoyed face. "Why wouldn't I?" He softly asked, Anti glancing over. "B–Because we fought," he said nervously. "Couples aren't supposed to fight– ever."
          "Andrew, all couples fight," Dark spoke, Anti looking over at him. "..what?" He asked faintly, locking his teary glowing eyes with Dark's worried black ones. "W–What do you mean?" He asked, Dark's expression softening. "Baby, it's a normal thing. All couples end up getting into arguements."
          "But I thought...i–if couples fought, that meant th–they didn't love each other," Anti responded, glancing at the ground as his tears finally began to break loose. Out of fear and relief. "A–At least that was what I was taught– my parents always fought, I– I thought that–"
          "Shh, breathe," Dark spoke as he cupped Anti's face gently, causing Anti to lock his eyes with Darks again. "Darling, there's a difference between fighting constantly and fighting every once in a while," he started, wiping Anti's tears with the pads of his thumb. "Nothing is ever going to make me stop loving you." Anti sniffled, lightly gripping Dark's wrists as he continued to cry. "Y–You p–p–promise?" He asked, voice cracking and being faint. Dark smiled reassuringly, nodding. "Of course I promise, baby," he said softly, pulling his distraught boyfriend into a hug. Anti clung onto Dark as if his life depended on it, face buried in his shoulder as he quietly cried. Dark soothingly rubbed his back, whispering sweet nothings to him as a way to calm the brunette.