*Trigger warning! This chapter contains violence, and it could be viewed as domestic violence! Please read at your own risk. Stay safe. Skip if you cannot handle those kinds of situations.*
Casper could feel his face turning red with anger. His heart was racing in his chest, and his fists were clenched with anger.
Unable to remain where he was, he threw a glare over his shoulder at the infuriating man and marched towards his fridge. Slamming the door open, he grabbed his water filter and yanked it out. He didn't care that water spilled out. He had a fucking Water Esper in his home.
Nothing fucking mattered.
Turning, he slammed open another cupboard, grabbing a glass, about to turn around when he heard the man speak up behind him.
