I stare at the man in the mirror. He looks... so different.
His clothes are no longer shades of pink and purple, no... He's wearing a black sweater with oversized sleeves that have roses on them. He tucked them into blue skinny jeans, ripped at the knees. He has on (surprisingly) black combat boots with rainbow laces, to show his *ahem* pi
The most surprising things about him, though, are his hair and face. He's wearing dark purple eyeshadow to compliment his amethyst eyes. For the first time in almost 6 years-- he wore eyeliner. And his hair... Black. Black except for a few shy pink streaks. He looks so... emo.
And he's me.
"YAAAANNNGGG!!!!!" I scream, "GET IN HERE!!!"
My lovingly obedient fiance opens the bathroom door and stares at me staring at myself.
"Oh. My. God." He says, "You... look so..."
"UGLY!" I bury my face in my hands, "I look so ugly and I-"
Yang, like the gentle giant he is, takes my hands off my face, "Oh baby, you look beautiful. And unless you're unhappy with the way you look now... I think you look stunning."
"R-Really?" His words, they make my heart soar.
Yang starts pushing me up against the counter (kinky!), "Of course~"
I'm sitting on the bathroom counter, eyeshadow has probably gotten on the butt of my jeans. Yang doesn't care, and I don't care. Cuz we're making out again.
I swear-- every time I kiss him, I feel that magical first kiss feeling. Yang's a fabulous kisser... He moves his lips and body in perfect rhythm. His hands always seem to know the right place to rest, in the crook of my hips. Sometimes, spit will dribble down his chin. It's gross, but when you've put your tongue in other dudes mouths, nothing's all that gross anymore; so I find it cute.
However-- I have to pull away.
"Y-Yang, I have to go! Rayvn's taking me to lunch, 'member?" When I told Ray that I got engaged, he suggested meeting up to... talk about it.
Yang sighs and helps me off the counter, "I have to go to the courthouse anyway..."
"What? Why?"
"To change my name."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"My legal name is Thesis Kaito Kawashima. I'm going to change it to Yang Kawashima. Which is the name my mother wanted me to have."
"Oh... Um... I'll be back around like, 4?"
"Okay, tell Ray I said hello."
I kiss his cheek, then leave the bathroom, grab my bag and head out the door. Maybe I should text Ray? Maybe. Yeah. Definitely.
Me: omw
Him: ok.
Me: are u already there??
Him: ye ye, im eating a caprese salade
Me: isnt that just tomatoes and cheese
Him: yes indeed
Me: you need protein. if u wanna be a buff man that makes all de wahmen swOoOOn and makes dexxer happy, you need protein to help build muscle.
Him: OhHHhhHH DocCCCttoORrrrrR, ThhhHhhHhAAaasaaaaAAaannnnnnNNNnNkKkkKkk YyyyyoOoooOOOoUuUUUUu
Me: imbecile.
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Romance21-year old Yukio Meiyo and 27-year old Yang Kawashima go through the ups and down of gay romance. also death. Cover art by meeee <3 Luv u