Today you were hanging out with your emo boy best friend (Zonkoku). You guys were chilling in his room. You were lying on your stomach with your head in yours hands, and he was sitting down next to you, drinking a monster energy drink.

His room was as emo as him. MCR (My Chemical Romance) posters were hung over the walls, with empty mugs and cans on his desk. His bedding was black with skull patterns, as well as his spiked chokers and bracelets hanging up on the wall. He had a few of his shirts or hoodies lying on the floor. He was listening to you ramble on about how you can’t find the right guy.

You sigh and roll onto your back, looking up at the ceiling. I think…. I need someone older. You huff and rest your hands on your stomach. A little bit colder… Take all this weight off my shoulders…. You sigh in defeat.

Zonkokus eyes widened as he almost spat out his drink. He looked over at you and swallowed the last of his drink before speaking up. Woah- Woah- Are you sure about this? He spluttered out in pure disbelief. And how much older are we talking?!