Kurt hesitated, glancing nervously into your eyes. "You... don't mind if I don't have my watch on?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. His fingers slowly unlatched the silver watch from his wrist, and as it slipped off, the transformation became clear. His blue skin, a smooth yet striking shade, shimmered subtly in the light. His yellow eyes, bright and piercing, met yours with a quiet vulnerability, and the long tail that curled at his side swayed slightly with his nervousness. The three fingers on each hand made him seem even more alien, his features so different from the humans he often tried to blend in with.

Kurt could feel the heat rise in his chest as he watched your reaction. His heart pounded, afraid of what you might think. "Are you sure?" he stammered, his voice trembling slightly as he looked down at the watch in his hands, not daring to meet your gaze. "I-I can put it back on... if you'd rather not see me like this," he muttered, the words barely escaping his lips.

He started to slip the watch back on, his hands shaking with hesitation. The act of covering up his true self felt almost like a betrayal to the part of him that longed for acceptance. "I'm going to put it back on. You don't need to see me looking like this... not if it makes you uncomfortable."

But there was something in his voice—something raw and fragile—as he avoided your gaze. "At least this way you can go out with me without feeling ashamed of me, right?" His words, though spoken softly, cut through the air, leaving a faint, aching silence between you. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, the touch light, almost desperate.

Kurt sighed, the weight of his own self-doubt pulling at him. His yellow eyes drifted away, his heart sinking. "Don’t you want to be with someone... normal? Someone who isn’t like..." He trailed off, his voice barely a whisper, the pain of feeling so different and out of place reflected in his gaze.