Geno couldn't help but sigh quietly as he scrolled through his phone. All along the screen, running down with each finger stroke, was messages all about "Pride Month".

He let out another breath, setting down his phone gently his desk and lifting his gaze outside of his window. The sun was setting and the stars were settling in the sky, twinkling back at him. This week, his town was going to do a whole march. Some of his friends are going to be there.

Hell,  even cranky-emo Nightmare is going to crawl out of his emo-rock to participate.

Geno rested his head on his desk. He, himself, lacked the confidence to show his face outside in general. He liked to stay home where it was quiet and peaceful, where no one was there to judge him. 

Where he can stay closeted in his head.

He jumped when his phone buzzed harshly, snapping Geno out of the weird state of mind he was getting himself into. He swiped up and opened the group chat he was invited to.

Ink: Hey Guys! Are you all excited for the march this week?

Dream: Nightmare is still trying to play it off as if he doesn't want to go lol

Geno shut his phone off and set it back down. He didn't need to think about it even more. 

~

Geno quietly rolled over in his sleep, trying to get comfortable.

Well, tried, until he shot up when his closet door swung off of its hinges.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S PRIDE MONTH." A unfamiliar voice exclaimed. Geno rubbed his eye-socket and squinted at his closet. The hell? His 'eye' widened when The Grim Reaper himself rushed out and hurried over to Geno's full body mirror and checked himself. "IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE I GOT OUT! Man, can't wait to see the w-" 

Finally, the reaper turned and froze mid-word when he saw Geno gawking at him from the bed. The two stared at each other in silence before the god quickly made his way over to Geno and smiled. "Howdy."

Geno screamed. "WHATTHEFU-"

Reaper smacked a hand over Geno's mouth. "Wow, you're loud."
The smaller pried Reaper's bony hand off of his face and he scooted as far away as he could. He took in a deep breath, counted to five, then let it out. Geno then turned and laid back down in his bed and shut his eye-socket. Reaper tilted his skull and smiled. "What'cha doing there, pal?"

"You're not real." Geno mumbled, rustling. "You're just a dream."

Reaper poked Geno in the back, making the other flinch. "Nah. I'm real."

Geno turned, glaring at Reaper. "How did you get in my closet?!" Geno waved a hand at the closet and then shook his skull, sitting up. "Wait- No- Who are you!?"

"One, I believe I just came out of the closet," Reaper shrugged before he smiled and gave Geno a wink. "And you, Cutie, can call me Reaper."

"Cutie??" Geno hissed.

"That's what you are." Reaper nodded, his smile becoming flirtatious.

"Sorry," Geno looked to the side. "I don't swing that way."

Reaper cocked a non-existent eyebrow. "Hun, you can't lie to a god."

"What do you mean? I didn't lie." Geno obviously lied. Reaper shook his skull before he pulled out a jet-black phone. Geno blinked. "Since when did gods have phones-"

"Since we discovered what the internet is," Reaper scrolled through the phone, rolling his 'eyes'. "By the way, some of you mortals are just screwed up." He stopped and flashed a picture of a girl in a tight bikini at the beach. 

Geno blinked at the picture. "That's a nice tree in the back???"

Reaper smirked. "This is a gay test."

Geno blinked again before he saw the girl and mentally cursed. "OH WELL- SHE HAS BIG BOOBS. UH."

Reaper snickered. "ohmygod,thisissosad-"

Geno covered his face with his hands. "ican'tbelieveijustsaidthat-"

"Now," Reaper turned back to his phone and showed a picture of a cat. "Look at this."

Geno gave Reaper a look. "It's a cat."

"I know." Reaper smiled. "I just really like cats."

"Okay-" Geno shoved Reaper away, shaking his head. "What was the point of this?"

"To show how hopelessly gay you are." Reaper grinned. Geno smacked him. "ow."

"Look," Geno started, but his face betrayed his embarrassment by flushing with color. "I like girls. They're nice. Guys are..." He makes a face, trying to find a good word. "...guys. Yeah."

Reaper couldn't help but laugh. "Really?"

"Yes." Geno nodded firmly.

"So, if a girl asked you on a date right now, what would you do?" Reaper leaned on the mattress, propping his chin up with his hand and smiling with amusement.

Geno shrugged. "Well uh... I would politely decline...."

"Why? Cause you like guys?" Reaper whispered and earned a small bap to the face.

"No," Geno looked out his windows at the night sky. "I just don't like leaving my house is all." He waved at his nightstand, which was completely crowded with different medicines and equipment. "And my condition."

Reaper didn't notice those at first and he stared at them with intrigue. "Condition?"

Geno rubbed the back of his neck. "Chest problems."

"Oh." Reaper cradled his head in his folded arms, nesting it. "That sucks."

"Big time." Geno laid his head back on his pillow. 

"So." Reaper messed with the blankets on Geno's bed. "What if I asked you on a date?"

Geno coughed in surprise. "What."

Reaper smiled. "Wanna go on a date?"

"Excuse me-"  Geno waved his hands at the pills and medication on his nightstand. 

Reaper shrugged. "I never said we were going to leave your house."

"But-" Geno tried. His face was burning with heat. "I like gi-"

"Oh hush." Reaper smushed a finger against Geno's mouth, silencing him. "You'll like it, okay? Just get some rest." He took a hold of Geno's blankets and draped them over the other, tucking him in. 

"But-" Geno tried again before Reaper silenced him.

"ssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh. Goodnight." The god floated over  Geno and gave him a small little kiss on the head before vanishing completely. 

Geno stared up at the ceiling, his face as hot as the sun. Did that really just happen?

He squeezed his eye-socket shut before he looked over at his closet.

The door was still hanging off of its hinges. Geno sighed.

It did.

BONUS:

(A bit of exposition because I'm lazy-
The date with death was a success and Geno finally started creeping out of the closet uwu)

Geno waited anxiously as the phone rang quietly in his 'ear'. He tapped his bony fingers on the table, staring at the floor. Reaper slid in next to him, putting his hand over Geno's to steady it. Geno looked up and met Reaper's gaze. The god smiled at him. Geno blushed and gave a small smile back before turning to his phone. 

"OH MY GOSH, GENO-" Ink basically screeched when he picked up. "YOU'RE ALIVE?" Geno opened his mouth to say something but Ink was already freaking out and bombarding him with a lot of words. "How have you been? I haven't talked to you in like weeks- oh my god, are you still at home? Why don't you go outside? I want to hang out with you sometime! Oh, I know this park that we could go to and talk and catch up and- wait, crap, I just remembered your condition- Is that why you've been gone? WAIT OH GOD, ARE YOU IN THE HOSPITAL? IS THAT WHY YOU'RE CALLING??? ARE YOU SICK? ARE YOU DYIN-"

"Ink." Geno finally managed to slip in. Thankfully, it silenced his chatty friend. "Can I... tell you something?"

There was a hesitant pause before he finally got a reply. "Sure pal, what is it?"

Geno gave Reaper a nervous glance. Reaper was scrolling through social media on his phone, but still offered Geno a encouraging squeeze through their connected hands. Geno let out a breath before continuing. "I... I think I like guys."

Silence.

Geno gripped onto Reaper's hand tighter, causing the god to look up at him. Reaper frowned. "Everything alright?" He asked quietly.

"I don't know." Geno mumbled back.

"Wait-" Ink spoke up, snagging Geno's attention. "Did you... did you just realize that now?"

Geno blinked. "What do you mean?"

Ink smiled and laughed. "Sorry- but- everyone always figured that you did!"

Geno blanched. "........."

"Why do you think I added you to that pride group chat?" Ink chuckled.

Geno stuffed his face into his scarf, muffling his screaming into it.