One of your favorite things about your boyfriend, Kurona, was his cute, crooked, shark-like teeth.

They looked so cute to you, and you loved to see them peek out whenever he smiled. He, on the other hand, was not a very big fan of his teeth. He was semi-self conscious about it, and would especially get insecure of them whenever he felt someone was staring at his teeth or whenever he was meeting a new person and had to smile.

Today, in particular, someone had made a comment on Kurona's teeth-- it was meant to be a compliment, but the poor boy took it the wrong way and was now sitting with his head in your lap as he stared into his phone's camera, analyzing his teeth. He looked up at you, a small frown on his face.

"My teeth are crooked, crooked." He spoke, his repeating-word habit as prominent as usual. "Weird. Do you think that they're weird?"