Your attention was briefly diverted from your phone when you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend.

With your head already resting on the arm of the couch, tilted back farther to see Choso, who was awkwardly holding up a black shirt similar to his own—though without the ripped-off sleeves.

You turned onto your stomach, your sight adjusting as you raised an eyebrow at his seemingly nervous demeanor.

"Sweetie... can we match?" he asked nervously. He didn’t want to pressure you, but internally he was flustered, praying to whatever deity there was. "Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes—"