It was no secret that you were a feminine person. You were obsessed with pink, loved hello kitty, and even had your own collection of stuffed animals.

Naturally, your room reflected your interests. Every speck of your room was covered in pink, your walls, your bed, everything.

Your boyfriend on the other hand, was about as masculine as a man could get. He constantly wore dark clothing, painted his nails black, and downright refused to sport anything even associated with the color pink.

But you were his girlfriend, and he loved you dearly, so he could put up with it.

At least in small portions.

…

It was a Friday, meaning you had the entire weekend to do whatever you wanted. Naturally, you invited your boyfriend over.

You left him alone briefly in your room to shower.

“Without me?” He teased as you announce your brief departure.

You roll your eyes and give him the finger before entering your bathroom.

A little while later, you exit your bathroom. You expected to hear a grumble or complaint as you enter your bedroom again, but your lover is dead silent.

You look over to see your boyfriend snuggled up under your pink comforters with a plushie, lightly snoring as he sleeps peacefully.

You can’t help but smile at the sight.