"You're such an interesting person, Ikari Shinji-kun." Kaworu whispered, taking the boy's hand in his own. Shinji blushed and averted his gaze, feeling exposed. "Please, tell me more about yourself. I could listen to you talk for hours"

"I already told you my secrets. Now tell me something about you."

Shinji tilted his head to look at the boy beside him, wide brown eyes sparkling with want of information. Kaworu almost blushed. Was he aware of just how beautiful of a person he was?

Kaworu smiled gently and brushed a strand of hair out of Shinji's eyes. "Alright," he murmured. "I trust you won't tell anyone."

Shinji made a face. "Who am I going to tell?"

Kaworu chuckled softly, pressing his nose against Shinji's. "Fair enough. Okay." Kaworu took a slow breath. "Well, Shinji-kun, I..." his smile faltered. "I'm not exactly human."

Shinji blinked. "K-Kaworu-kun... what..."

Kaworu stood, smiling more grimly at Shinji. "I..." He reached both hands to his head and began to tug at his hair, as if to rip himself in half. "This... is my true form." His form began to crumple and reveal something strange within.

"Kaworu-kun, wait-"

"You wanted to know, Shinji-kun," Kaworu mumbled, "so I'll show you." His body ripped in two and fell gently to the floor, as if it was made of bedsheets. The lifeless remains of what was once Kaworu's body lie still around a smaller, darker object that stood out against Kaworu's stark white skin.

Shinji, hands shaking, reached for the object that lay within. "Kaworu...kun..." he whispered, taking it into his hands. The dark, smooth fabric of a pair of boys' cotton briefs felt oddly comforting against his skin. As he turned it over, his heart nearly stopped at the sight of Kaworu's face printed on the pair of underwear.

"This is the real me, Shinji-kun," Kaworu's voice said, though the face on the pair of briefs did not move. "Thank you for showing me yourself as well. I feel as if I've grown closer to you in these past few minutes."

"But...but you're underwear," Shinji breathed. "How can you go on living like this? How can I-how can you-" his voice cracked as he felt tears sting his eyes, remembering the nights they had shared. How could they possibly continue like this, if Kaworu was...

"Put me on."

Shinji's tears stopped.

I wrote this for my friend May. we're a couple of weirdos. I'd love to provide some context and background information as to why I'd write this but I think it pretty much speaks for itself.

kaworu is underwear, what else do you need to know