//They're graduated, and living together. And yes, yes their basement is basically a small gym.

Shouto was panting slightly as he continued his assault on the punching bag; a glare very prominent on his face. He was particularly grouchy today. He knew it was silly, and that it was childish to be grouchy about what had happened.

His lover was hanging out with one of their friends, and he was annoyed, jealous, sad, and incredibly snippy. He wanted to have a nice, relaxing evening with his beautiful partner, but then they said "I'm gonna hangout with my friend today, so I'll be out for awhile." And they kissed him, then left. That was when Shouto first went downstairs.

Shouto's hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead, and his hands were starting to hurt, but he wanted to get his anger out somehow. He wanted to be calm when his lover came home, even though he didn't know when that'd be.

"Asshole." He muttered about his lover, not really meaning it, as he steadied the punching bag and leaned his forehead against it. He was trying to catch his breath before he started again. He still had plenty of irritation to get out, so he'd be down there awhile.

About thirty minutes later, he was still going, he was covered in sweat, and his hands were really starting to ache.

Because of his current rapid series of punches to the bag, he didn't hear the front door open, or the footsteps coming down the stairs. Even when he heard his lover call out his name once they reached the bottom the stairs, he continued his assault on the bag.