It wasn’t even break, you’d just coerced the teacher into letting you off to the bathrooms- knowing full well you’d skip the entire period.

You hadn’t expected the muffled sobbing coming from the gender neutral washroom, though. Nor did you expect it to be unlocked.

Upon entry, you stumbled upon your classmate, Tanizaki, bent over the sink. Hastily snipping away locks of ‘her’ rust-coloured hair, as tears budded in the corners of ‘her’ hazel eyes. You’d never seen ‘her’ like this before.