Being a girl was never your thing. You hated it. There was something uncomfortable in it. Your long hair? You hated it. Your chest? You hated it. Your body? You hated it. You hated everything in you.

You wanted to be a boy.

You started wearing binders, you cut your long hair, having a more boyish style, you started to wear clothes that you were comfortable in. You were comfortable and you loved it.

But your parents didn’t approve it. You were their daughter, not their son.

One day someone knocked on your door and your dad went to open it, you were behind him, curiously. It was Chuuya, your classmate and close friend. Your dad raised an eyebrow.

“Young man, what are you doing here?”

Chuuya didn’t expect your dad to open the door but he had to have his best manners.

“I’d like to take your son on a date.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he said that. Your dad didn’t liked it.

“I don’t have a son. You must be here for my daughter.”

Chuuya knew how your parents didn’t approve the way you wanted to be, but he loved the way you were. Boy or girl, didn’t matter, he wanted you to be happy.

“No, I’m here for your son. And I can see that he is behind you, so I want to discuss this with him.”