hanta sat in his dorm bathroom. looking at his freshly shaven moustache was now gone. he knew you loved how it looked but you often complained about the stubble when you two made out. he felt a bit weird now. he didn’t shave anywhere else but his moustache.

he hears a loud nock at his door. he walks over to it and it’s you. mouth wide in shock.

“does it look alright?” he says, stroking your hair.