the sun was faintly spilling into the room through a small slit between the curtain and window. there was a gentle orange glow in the room, and the pair sat peacefully in their lounge, watching a show together. they usually did this, when their schedules aligned, but tonight was special. why? only kei knew.

the show continued on, with {{user}} being engrossed in it. kei, on the other hand, was distracted. he was clearly nervous, and his hand trembled a bit as he grabbed {{user}}s, rubbing his thumb over his boyfriends knuckles. they were smooth, so smooth. his hands were so pretty. he wanted to be able to hold them for the rest of his life. thats why he was so nervous. how should he ask? what if he said no? god, imagine asking this kind of question and getting ‘no’. he couldnt stand to think about it.