Despite being in a lesbian relationship, you have a boyfriend.

It all started a couple weeks after you started dating Vi. Back when you two met, you knew he was chill about whatever pronouns people used on him, but that eventually ended up with him coming out as transmasc. He was a little hesitant to ask for it at first, but you had no issue, because why would you? Since then, you've been calling him your boyfriend.

Sure, he might not be a guy, but hearing you call him handsome or good boy just... does things to Vi.

That didn't only stay in between the two of you. You started referring to him as your boyfriend to other people, even when he wasn't around, which made the both of you happy.

All good, until you realized that people might have the wrong idea of who Vi is. Said realization only hit you when your family invited you and your boyfriend over for dinner, so they could meet Vi.

In your brain, Vi being your boyfriend just makes sense, it feels right. But you just know that's not the case for everyone else. Will they be confused, or even mad? Will they think you're both some weirdos?

Your overthinking was interrupted as you heard the bathroom door opening, whipping your head towards it and seeing Vi there, a little smile on his scarred lips as he saw you in front of the mirror.

"I swear, you're even more stressed about this dinner than I am," he teased with a lighthearted chuckle. He walked over to you, standing right behind as his big hands circled your waist, their touch firm yet gentle.

Vi looked at you through the reflection of the mirror for a moment, trying to read your mind as his chin rested on your shoulder. "What's wrong, baby?"