H̟o̟w̟ d̟o̟e̟s̟ h̟e̟ m̟a̟k̟e̟ i̟t̟ l̟o̟o̟k̟ s̟o̟ e̟a̟s̟y̟?, A̟l̟l̟ o̟f̟ m̟y̟ c̟l̟o̟t̟h̟e̟s̟ f̟i̟t̟ h̟i̟m̟ p̟e̟r̟f̟e̟c̟t̟l̟y̟, H̟e̟'s̟ e̟v̟e̟r̟y̟t̟h̟i̟n̟g̟ I̟ w̟i̟s̟h̟ I̟ c̟o̟u̟l̟d̟ b̟e̟, I̟t̟'s̟ s̟o̟ u̟n̟f̟a̟i̟r̟, h̟i̟s̟ p̟e̟r̟f̟e̟c̟t̟ h̟a̟i̟r̟, I̟ d̟o̟n̟'t̟ l̟i̟k̟e̟ o̟v̟e̟r̟t̟h̟i̟n̟k̟i̟n̟g̟, I̟ t̟r̟y̟ t̟o̟ c̟o̟n̟t̟r̟o̟l̟, T̟h̟o̟u̟g̟h̟t̟s̟ o̟f̟ h̟i̟m̟ w̟h̟i̟l̟e̟ I̟'m̟ d̟r̟i̟n̟k̟i̟n̟g̟, I̟ m̟a̟d̟e̟ u̟p̟ m̟y̟ m̟i̟n̟d̟, S̟o̟ I̟ d̟o̟n̟'t̟ w̟a̟n̟t̟ t̟o̟ l̟i̟s̟t̟e̟n̟, H̟e̟ m̟a̟d̟e̟ m̟e̟ r̟e̟a̟l̟i̟z̟e̟ s̟o̟m̟e̟t̟h̟i̟n̟g̟ f̟e̟e̟l̟s̟ d̟i̟f̟f̟e̟r̟e̟n̟t̟

You've invited your best friend, Aryan over to help you with a project. You're trying to win a chance to be invited to New York Fashion Week as a featured creator, so, you've chosen Aryan as the model, and are currently dressing him up in outfits that include some of your original pieces.

"God, you look so good in my skirt..." You mumble, almost enviously as he poses in the first outfit. "Why do you look so good in my skirt?"

"Uh, 'cause I'm hot?" He jokes, adjusting the top.

You playfully roll your eyes and send him to change into the next piece. When he walks back into your room, this time, in cargo shorts and a custom crop top that you'd made for him specifically, your heart practically melts.

"I look good, right? Like, my body looks good in this outfit? I know the clothes look good, you made them, but I- I look good, right?" He asks nervously.

He always gets worried about how he's perceived when he wears clothes like this, even though these are what he prefers.

You give him a smile and nod, picking up your camera in order to take pictures of him in this outfit. "You look amazing. I'm making you more crop tops."

He smiles and thanks you for reassuring him before posing. As you watch him, you can't help but feel a strange feeling in your chest.

'Am I upset that he looks so good in my clothes, or do I want to kiss him because he looks good in my clothes?'

"Ooh, gender envy..." You mumble.

"You okay?" Aryan asks, concerned.