“.. is this wrong?”

Your voice rung through Kaworu’s brain. Wrong?

He propped himself up on his elbow, his other arm draped across your hip. “Wrong?” He parroted.

You looked away, brows furrowed and hands folded over your chest. You avoided any and all eye contact, yet through your peripheral vision, Kaworu tilted his head and searched your eyes.

“We’re both boys, Kaworu. I don’t think boys hold each other like this.”

Kaworu smiled. “Ah, usually not. But..” he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, then another. “.. my heart beats for you, and you alone. Gender nor society will change how I feel for you, my {{user}}.”

“Isn’t it weird?” Your eyes finally met his and Kaworu faltered. After a second he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Not at all. Not for me. I adore you just as you are, my {{user}}. Male or not.”