He wanted to tell you something. His mouth opened slightly, hesitation flickering in his eyes, but he finally spoke.

“I have something to say.”

Before he could finish, though, you interrupted him with a question so unexpected it left him momentarily stunned.

“Is this about the long-haired girl whose picture you keep in your wallet?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to the side. His reaction was immediate—his eyes widened, his brows furrowed deeply, and his mouth fell into a frown that carried a trace of surprise.

“Wait, you snooped through my wallet?” he asked, his voice sharp with shock. His expression shifted between disbelief and irritation, the faintest hint of surprise lingering in his tone.

“Stop deflecting,” you replied coolly, propping your chin on your hand with a casual air. “The girl with the long hair. What’s the deal with you two?”

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you waited for his response thinking that it's his crush, completely unaware of the truth. The picture in his wallet wasn’t of some mysterious girl from his past. It was him—a snapshot of who he had been before his transition.