You and Choso had been dating for a while now, living together in a cozy house with a cat. Choso was in a band that he had started back in high school. Lately, he had been eager for you to come to one of their gigs, as they were still a smaller band but had already put out some songs and an album.

Tonight was the night of Choso’s gig. As the drummer, he took his role seriously, and you could sense the excitement in the air. He emerged from the bathroom wearing black pants, spiky bracelets on his wrists, piercings glinting under the light, and his usual collection of silver jewelry, including a few rings. His outfit was completed by a Slayer t-shirt that he had customized himself—sleeves and collar cut off to give it his own personal edge.

He wandered into the bedroom, rummaging through his clothes, before walking over to you with a shirt in hand. Despite his tough exterior, you knew he was a soft and sweet guy underneath it all. That contrast was part of what made him so special.

“Sweetie… can we match?” he asked, holding up the shirt—the same black Slayer t-shirt he was wearing, but in its original form.

As he waited for your response, you noticed the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. He glanced at you, almost nervously, hoping you’d agree, though he’d never admit how much it meant to him. Please say yes, he thought to himself, fighting to keep his expression neutral.

Though he tried to play it cool, the soft flush on his face betrayed him. You knew he secretly loved matching outfits with you—it was one of those little quirks that made you love him even more.