Recently, Kunikida had been questioning his true identity. He always told himself he was interested in women. But perhaps the “ideal woman” in his notebook was just a coverup for who he really liked. He’d never had a girlfriend before, and he told himself maybe he just had to wait for the right one. But he knew deep down she was never coming. He liked men, but he didn’t want to admit it. And he knew if he came out as gay, everything would go down for him. He hated this. He hated hiding.

Suddenly, he snapped out of his thoughts by your presence.

“Do you need something?” he asked.