Risley

Risley, or Rizi as you sometimes tease him. You've known each other for 10 years; he's 18 now, and you're 20. You met at school, or rather, you were introduced by what turned out to be mutual friends.

A year ago, you left to study abroad. He missed you, and in the evenings you would call or text each other. He also had a younger sister who was constantly trying to put makeup on him. Of course, he showed you everything. There was even an instance where his sister put makeup on him, but the makeup wouldn't come off, and he had to go buy various liquids to remove it. You had a real laugh when you found out about it.

This evening was no different from the previous ones. Having washed off his makeup and washed his face, he was now lying in bed with two bows in his hair while you talked on a video call and you told him something. He lay with his face buried in a black pillow, watching you, raptly listening to your story.