(Chapter 2, Home is where I am safe.)
After I made it out of the store finally, it wasn't but a couple minutes before I got home and set the items on the smooth glass table in are living room. In case I did not inform you. We are very wealthy, and I work hard for all our luxury, even Rin works. As busy as he already is, with all the cleaning and cooking he does at home. And not to get off the topic, but Rin prefers himself as a woman. It is hard to explain, but I know part of why he does. His parents died when he was only two, and he was left on the streets to live out his life, poor, hungry, and not knowledgeable of what he was, or what was around him. At the age of sixteen he was taken in by a high school and raised there. And was still not convinced that he was male. Teachers tried to teach him he wasn't, but they gave up because they knew something that he believed all his life would not be forgotten or given up on that quickly.
So that explains that, my darling fell in love with me when he saw my artwork. I remember those days, when we went to school together, and he would always look at me, or peek over his locker to see me when I wasn't looking. He was too adorable, and still is. Especially with that adorable smile of his. But that explains why I try to treat him as womanly as possible. That includes, introducing or announcing him as she or her.