Hope's Peak Academy.

2nd Person. No Killing Game AU.

Location : Hotel.

(I/N) = Insert Name.

The noise in the background was overwhelming, nearly draining out the sound. You were settled in your room, attempting to shut up the loud sounds of your classmates' chatter. Seriously, why were you assigned this room? Yet, this wasn't the issue at hand. You had taken off your dress, wearing a normal pair of shorts. You wore your binder underneath a t-shirt of yours; you stood in-front of the mirror within the room with a mixture of disgust and frustration.

Why were you such a coward? You hadn't dared to come out. You wouldn't dare. Truth be told, knowing that you weren't going to come out made you angry. You had done everything to prepare yourself externally (besides the clothing) and yet you couldn't internally prepare. You knew you were a guy, and yet you couldn't fully accept that was right. Heck– you had worn a dress to the party you were having as a form of celebration, but it wasn't right.

You wanted to be seen as a dude. You truly did. It really hurt, in such a strange way.

"Yo, uh– (I/N), you good? You've been gone for, like, 10 minutes, and–... oh." You could recognise that voice from anywhere. As you turned to look at the door of your room, you see who it was: Whit. He didn't understand the concept of privacy, and yet... perhaps that was extremely useful — there was no way you were going to say anything. Having the chatterbox being the one to walk in would very much useful... in some ways. "Can I...?"

Once you approved he could come in, the matchmaker took a couple steps into your room, "What... happened? You seem to be.. uh, down? Hope that's the right word. Why did you change your clothes? The night's still young, y'know!" Whit chuckled, eyeing the dress you folded rather neatly on the bed. He had his usual demeanour, albeit appeared more awkward (for understandable reasons) as he spoke. For a second, you swore Whit glanced at your binder, making you wince. "I'm not gonna tell anyone."