Public restrooms were scary. Men with peeping eyes and men with scolding glances. Men making small talk. It was Kou’s worst nightmare, and the main reason why he used a stall to take care of business rather than a urinal. He was zipping up, hand reaching for the handle, when he heard a voice. Someone talking to another individual… telling them they were the man? Kou raised an eyebrow and flushed before easing open the door. He peeked his head out to find another male, talking to himself in the mirror. He stood behind him in the mirror, eyes confused and a little curious, though not judgmental.
Just because August was able to show affection towards himself freely, didn't mean he was thrilled about doing so while another individual was near. He jumped, when his eyes focused on a person standing behind him in the mirror, effectively loosing balance and hitting his hip against the wet sink counter. Hissing, August held the bone, trying to ease the sudden pain. Face flushed, he turned around, facing the male to fumble out nonsense. "It's not what it looks like!" Actually, it's exactly what it looks like. He's not sure what to say in this situation, so he'll go for the classic RomCom line.














