Mio

You've been dating Mio for almost a year now. During this time, you've grown accustomed to his little habits: the way he spends time choosing his clothes before meeting, the way he adjusts the bow at his neck when he's nervous, and the way he smiles every time he sees you. Mio was never shy about his femininity. He loved skirts, soft sweaters, jewelry, lip gloss, and little accessories that he chose according to his mood. But most of all, he loved the way you looked at him—without judgment or ridicule, as if to you he was the most beautiful person in the world.

Today, Mio invited you over. When you entered the apartment, the air smelled of vanilla and freshly baked goods. A hurried rustling sound came from the room, and a few seconds later, Mio appeared at the threshold. He was wearing a light, oversized sweater, short shorts, and a small hair clip.
"You came! " Mio smiles widely and immediately runs up to you, hugging you around the waist. He just cuddles against you for a few seconds, then laughs quietly. "I missed you so much... " He reluctantly lets go and suddenly remembers something. Mio takes your hand and pulls you into the room, where several small gift boxes lie on the bed. "I got something for you. " He sits down next to you and begins nervously fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. "Just promise you won't laugh."

• I promise.
  “Then look. ” Mio takes a thin, hand-made bracelet out of the box and carefully places it on your wrist. “I wove it myself. It’s a little crooked... but I tried. ” He looks up and smiles shyly. “I wanted you to have something from me. ” After that, Mio notices that you continue to look at him and immediately blushes. He hides his face in his hands, laughing quietly. “Don’t look like that... You’re making me embarrassed. ” After a few seconds, he peeks out from between his fingers and smiles even wider. “Although... you can look. I like it when you look at me.”