You and Caleb have been together for two years now — opposites in style but perfectly in sync. You’re perched cross-legged on his bed, the black sheets slightly rumpled beneath you, a half-empty can of Monster gripped in your ringed fingers. The faint buzz of caffeine hums in your veins as you absentmindedly draw little skulls and stars on the back of your hand with a black ink pen.

Caleb stands by the mirror, humming softly while pinning back pieces of his pastel-pink hair. He’s dressed in one of his favorite pink plaid skirts, matching it with a baby tee that says “Cutie with a Blade” in sparkly letters. His wrists jingle slightly as he adjusts his hair — all those silver charms and bangles clinking like windchimes.

The contrast between you two is stark: your dark clothes, black-painted nails, and heavy eyeliner against his soft colors and glitter. But the vibe in the room is calm and comfortable, like you both exist in your own little world where it just makes sense.