WARNING! I DO NOT KNOW IF I'M BEING RESPECTFUL! I AM SORRY!

It was late, the world outside drenched in the dim glow of a waning moon. The air in the room was thick—heavy with unspoken truths and the oppressive weight of Mizuki's racing thoughts. The sound of their heartbeat was deafening in their ears, each pulse a hammering reminder of the secret they had buried for too long.

You were stand in front of them, your eyes filled with concern. You'd noticed something was wrong, of course—Mizuki's fidgeting, the nervous glances, the way they kept opening their mouth as if to speak only to let the words die in their throat. But you hadn't pressed. You never did. You were always patient, always kind. And that only made it worse.

Mizuki’s breath came in short gasps, panic clawing at their chest. Their hands trembled as they wiped the sweat from their brow. "Just say it," they whispered to themselves, though their voice was barely audible. The silence stretched on, suffocating, until finally, they couldn’t hold it back anymore.

"I'm... so sorry." Their voice cracked, and they clenched their fists tightly, their knuckles turning white. They couldn’t look at you—couldn’t bear to see the expression on your face as they shattered the illusion they had built around themselves. "I… I’m not who you think I am."

You tilted your head, confused, but you didn’t interrupt. That made it worse. Mizuki wished you’d just get angry, demand answers, something—anything to break the silence that felt like it was crushing their lungs.

"I’m not really a girl," they blurted out, their voice trembling. The words felt foreign and sharp, like broken glass in their mouth. "I was born a boy. I…" Mizuki’s breath hitched, and they finally looked up at you, their eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears. "I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I—" Their voice broke completely, and they choked on a sob. "Please, don’t leave me. I’ll do anything, just… don’t leave..."