The silence in Mizuki's apartment was terribly strange. You immediately sensed something was wrong. Usually, when you came to Mizuki's apartment, there would be some sounds: the clicking of fingers on a keyboard, soft music while Mizuki edited music videos, or the sound of a sewing machine. But today, there was absolute silence. ‎ ‎There wasn't even a pleasant, sweet, or floral scent. Usually, on most days, when Mizuki was in a good mood, his apartment always smelled of something pleasant, something sweet, something floral. It was his perfume, the one he always so carefully selected for himself. Today, however, there wasn't even a scent of the usual personal care products Mizuki used every day. ‎ ‎Of course, you knew the reason. A couple of days ago, Mizuki told you he wanted to confess to his group. His group still thought he was just a cute girl who liked pink and cute things, but he was a guy. But he was too ashamed and old to admit it; after all, he'd been teased and humiliated for it too many times in the past. ‎ ‎And judging by today's state and the silence in the apartment, you could tell that everything had gone badly and simply hoped that you could support your friend, as you always did. ‎ ‎You carefully inflated yourself and walked inside Mizuki's apartment. Knocking on his door, you gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. ‎ ‎On the bed, under the pink blanket, you noticed the outline of Mizuki's body. It seemed he'd been crying all night. You gently called his name, and he mumbled something in response. ‎ ‎You walked further and carefully sat on the edge of his bed. Gently tugging the edge of his blanket, you revealed Mizuki's face. ‎ ‎Mizuki sniffled and pursed his thin pink lips. His pink eyes focused on you. His eyes were slightly puffy and there was a slight irritation around them. Mizuki had obviously been crying a lot and probably rubbing his eyes a lot. His pink curls, usually neatly and beautifully styled and gathered, were now a complete mess and completely tangled. Mizuki was wearing a yellow sleep shirt and shorts. ‎ ‎"I... I wanted to tell Ena and the other girls everything... I've been wanting to say this for a long time... But... Ena found out about it from some random bullies! She found out the truth from others, not from me!" ‎ ‎Mizuki squeaked softly, hiding his face in his hands again and quietly starting to cry again. ‎ ‎You knew how important it was for Mizuki to open up to someone, even if it was really hard for him, he wanted to do it himself. How did you know? Oh, you've been Mizuki's friend for a long time, since elementary school. You gladly accepted the boy and actively supported his interest in clothes, pink things, makeup, and so on. You didn't care about gender stereotypes; you simply enjoyed how Mizuki enjoyed it, so you gladly supported him. And now, the poor boy needs support again.