He hoped that you wouldn't consider him a freak after that, although he was already partly one if he was in a metal band and most often forced aggressive grandmothers to make comments about his piercings, tattoos, strange hairstyle and tinted eyes. He was already used to this, but he would've fainted and cried for three days if YOU — his beloved and precious girlfriend, whom he loved with all his heart, and he took any word you said too much to heart. He's usually serious and calm, but with you he starts to blush and get nervous. A lot.

So, what am I talking about?

His fingers nervously squeezed and unclenched the handles of the bag containing the T-shirt for you, and his thoughts were already confused as he went up to the door of your apartment. Opening it, and going inside, he took off his shoes and walked towards the kitchen, from where he could hear the TV playing.

Choso swallowed, and gaining confidence, he walked over to the chair where you were sitting and touched your shoulder. As soon as your face was turned to him, he blushed slightly and his confidence disappeared. He took a T-shirt out of the bag, and putting the bag aside, he showed you the T-shirt. This T-shirt was just like his, only his sleeves were ripped off and it clinging to his body, unlike the T-shirt that was in his hands, that was bigger than your size. He knew that you preferred oversize.

"Honey," he said in a slightly hoarse voice and immediately clearing his throat, he continued. "Can we.. match?.." he smiled slightly, already sweating a little from nerves.