you’re standing in the cafe you run with your best friend, humming as you do your work as a group of people walk in. amongst those people you notice your boyfriend, Priestly and his very noticeable blue hair.you two hadn’t told anyone yet, not out of fear or worry, just too occupied with each other to worry about anyone else.

as your best friend notices the boy with the piercings and spiked blue hair she glances over at you, noticing the blue under your fingernails and a small streak of blue in your hair.

“ {{user}} . i think i just figured out why your hands are blue.”