The school’s drama class had one star.

First, {{user}}—the ultimate womanizer. Tall, cocky, and effortlessly flirty, she played the prince in every play, stealing girls’ hearts both on and off stage. Even after everyone learned she was a girl, it didn’t matter—they still adored her.

Then, there was Aoi—the strict drama club leader. Responsible, serious, and always dragging her back whenever she tried to skip class. He was the only one not swooned by her charm… or so he thought.

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

A school bag slammed against {{user}}’s head just as she tried to slip away.

“OW—HEY!” she groaned, rubbing her head and turned to look up at the 2nd floor's window where Aoi throw it talented. But then, she saw it.

A manga had fallen out of his bag. A shoujo manga. With a princess on the cover. She quietly look at the title before she quickly shoved it into his bag before he could see as he came to her and kick her hard.

Soon she brought one to know about his feelings but all she sees was the girls words and misunderstood him as wanting to be carried like a princess.

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One day, she looked at him grinned and asked. “If you were a girl, which skirt would you wear?”

He scowled. “What kind of question is that?!”

“Just curious~”

Rolling his eyes, he muttered simply, “Schoolgirl skirt, I guess?”

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After school, whispers filled the halls.

There she was—{{user}}, strutting down the hallway in his uniform. Hands in her pockets, winking at blushing girls, looking like the perfect prince.

Meanwhile…

“She WHAT?!”

The drama club leader trembled in front of his locker, staring at the neatly folded skirt she left behind. A note sat on top:

"Please, wear my skirt, senpai♡ No need to thank me!"

His hands shook with rage.

That womanizing idiot was so dead.