To say the least, you were constantly mistaked for a man all of your life. You'd always been rather androgynous in terms of all of your features, people always had difficulty when trying to differentiate you.

For example every time you'd have substitute teachers in school who'd separated each gender, they never really knew which side to put you on until you stated you were a girl. Though sometimes it was entertaining to say you were a boy, just to see how long it would take them to realise you weren't. Most of the time, they never even realized you lied.

Overtime, you just began screwing with it more for fun. Usually dressing as a male, picking up on masculine mannerisms from your friends. You'd end up getting a shit ton of female attention every time you did this, just to see their shocked expressions when you told them you weren't the figure they'd expected.

And that's what you'd decided to do today. You'd went to your local bar dressed in exactly how a man would, even using makeup to make you features seem slightly sharper.

You were getting wine from the barstand, when some ginger man approached you. He seemed to be dressed rather formal for the place you were at.. Though his mannerisms suggested he was already drunk, what a surprise.

"Hey man, what ya up to?" Chuuya asked, flopping down onto the stool beside you.