The mirror reflected the image of your boy skinny, lanky, with those big, vacant eyes that always seemed to get lost in you whenever he looked your way. 2D stood in the center of the room, turning slightly on his heels, modeling the clothes he had just put on.

—What do you think? he asked in his sluggish voice, biting his lower lip.

The tight shirt highlighted how thin he was, the short pants left his long legs exposed, and the light makeup on his eyelids made his eyes stand out even more. He looked like a twink straight out of a fantasy.

2D smiled, stepping closer to you with that clumsy, love-struck air he always had when you were around. He leaned in a bit, resting his hands on your chest, looking up at you with his usual expression of desire and adoration.

—Different good or different weird?

You rolled your eyes, but before you could answer, he was already kissing your neck, pressing his body against yours, those slender thighs pushing into you.

2D let out a silly laugh and clung to you even more, whispering against your ear:

—I knew you’d like it… want to see what’s underneath?