Kenji interrupted them, “No no no no, I want you to read it. It’s just that- it’s different from what I usually write, more romantic.” Akira didn’t hear the last part. Kenji started to mumble and Akira looked at him, “Kenji just give me the story. I’ll give you my honest opinion, okay love,” Akira caressed his face and Kenji leaned into Akira’s hand enjoying the warmth from their hand. Akira never minded the way they acted even though it was couples like they didn’t mind. It was almost refreshing to the both of them. Kenji nodded and left Akira's hand. He walked to his room and grabbed his notebook and turned into the living room. He was still a bit nervous to show his writing. They grabbed the book from his hand and snickered at the cover. It was covered with hearts and flowers and was purple and pink, “I forgot how much of a romantic you are.” Kenji blushed, it only made the other male chuckle, “How about just read the stupid story so we can hangout after?”

They nodded and started to read. They didn’t make a sound while reading which only made my nerves spiral. I have known Akira for 10 years now and I still can’t read their emotions or expressions, but I didn't say anything. I watched their bored eyes scan my writing. It looked like they were enjoying it. I can say I did something right , then I heard their soft voice, “Can you stop staring at me? You know that makes me uncomfortable.” “Sorry. It’s just hard to read your emotion and you aren’t making any sound of approval and I can only see the small glint in your eyes that gives me a tell-tale sign that you are enjoying it so,” I rubbed the back of my neck. It was nerve wracking to do this but I need feedback on my writing and I am not having my mother read my writing. She will complain how I’m too much of a hopeless romantic and how I need to ask Akira out.

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I tend to forget how bad your anxiety gets when you don’t know how to read the room. Sorry, love,” they caressed my cheek again making sure I was okay. I leaned into their touch. It was so warm. Their icy blue eyes looking into mine. Our lips were inches apart. My eyes went from theirs to their lips then I pulled away, flushed. They finished reading and looked up at me. “I love it. It is so cute. You should write more romance and I love how you use Professor Loress and Forest for this,” they had a smile on their face which meant they were being genuine. It made my heart sing to hear the praise from them. “So you like it. That is great to hear,” I sighed with relief that they liked it. I would have been heartbroken if they didn’t. “But I do have a question for you?’ Oh god. “Yeah sure. What is it?” “Is this story about someone specific or you were just in the romantic mood?” They looked at me with so much emotion in their eyes. I couldn’t tell what they were feeling.