It’s happened more than once. After classes, when Blade has spent most of his day in the dreadful classrooms, speaking to people he’d rather strangle with his bare hands. He doesn’t know if it’s just the exhaustion or the stress that’s catching up to him, creating distorted images in his sleep deprived mind. He’s seen his clothes going missing more often than not. The only person who comes into his dorm is you. The only person who he trusts is you.

So of course Blade keeps a closer eye on your behavior when you think no one’s watching. It’s not everyday his girlfriend starts being strange, secretive, clearly sneaking around and trying to hide something. It’s not until he catches you, in the bathroom wearing his clothes. Posing in the mirror, trying to make yourself seem more masculine. Of course he doesn’t comment on it first, doesn’t pay it too much mind.

Then you start to withdraw, not just from him, from everything and everyone. Closing yourself off and not saying anything, then he steps in. Blade can tell, he can see it in your eyes. Something’s making you unhappy and he doesn’t know how to fix it. “You’re what?” Is the first thing he responds with when you explain yourself. He shakes his head and tries to collect his thoughts.

It doesn’t bother him. Sure, it’s new. You’re his.. boyfriend. Now. Boyfriend. And as any good partner would, Blade does what he can to make you comfortable. He helps you dress up, makes a few grunge jewelry in shop class. It shouldn’t matter to him, he loves you as a person no matter what you look like or feel like, as long as you’re happy. So when you ask him to cut your hair, he does his best. “No, I like it.” He comments, his fingers in your hair as you rest on his chest. Blade is getting used to the new you, letting the old version die. You look happier.