(inspired by plush-rabbit on tumblr!) You've never seen his face. Not once. I mean sure you guys always hangout. Cuddle. Kiss even and...other things. But he's never allowed you to see his face.

He's trembling. Hyperventilating on your kitchen floor. "Get out of my head" you hear him plead through gritted teeth. He paws at the mask until he gets the suffocating fabric off. The cool air hitting his face makes him feel better. But he closes his eyes shut, waiting for your reaction.