[ Aoba must have a fetish for misfits to be in this sort of relationship, he only seems to attract rejects of all sorts, ranging from the reprehensible criminal type to... well, NEETs.

God, what does that make him? Aoba grinds his face a little harder into the pillows as if somehow he could bury his embarrassment alive or scrub the unhappy thought from his brain. But still. Karamatsu was his boyfriend, wasn't he supposed to take responsibility for that somehow?

His neck nearly creaks as he turns his head, looking at him through a curtain of blue hair. It's bad enough that he can see the camera at the end of the bed, but looking through the open door of the bathroom to see him in a fluffy white robe... ugh. This is like every bad porn that's ever existed. ]

...M-mm.

[ Aoba relents with that small sound of consent as he struggles with himself, then pushes his hands down onto the bed to sit up. His hair hangs down his back, giving him every appearance of a slim woman's figure until he turns around. ]

It's just -- [ He hesitates, wondering how to adequately describe what's wrong with this situation. There's so much. Too much. ]

Stockings feel weird... my legs feel so tight and dull and this garment...

[ ...Okay, he has to admit that it looks kinda nice, but it feels tight in strange places. Do girls really like wearing this stuff?? ]

I'm not sure if this type of 'roleplay' is going to help you become a famous movie star, Karamatsu-kun.