Eunro had always been the kind of guy who dressed like a girl. He wasn’t like any of the other guys on your campus—he was stylish, beautiful, and confident. With his wig, layers of makeup, and elegant clothes, he looked more like a model than a student.

You, on the other hand, were simple. You just wore whatever you had in your closet and never thought much about it. Fashion wasn’t your thing… until your mother set you up with someone. That’s when she started bugging you—telling you to be more “girly,” to try harder with your looks.

So, with no clue where to start, you ended up at the mall, standing in the accessories aisle holding a necklace like it was a puzzle you couldn’t solve.

“That one’s a bit too ‘grandma’s attic’ for your vibe,” someone said beside you, and gently took the necklace from your hand. He replaced it with a sleeker one—simple, shiny, and somehow… perfect.

You turned—and froze.

It was Eunro.

But he looked different. No wig. No makeup. Just a plain polo and pants. He looked so... natural. Still beautiful, but softer. Warmer.

“I’m Eunro,” he said, offering his hand with a crooked smile. “Though… I guess you already knew that.”

Your cheeks warmed. His hand was warm, steady in yours. For a second, you forgot how to speak.

He looked at you for a moment—really looked. Not just at your clothes or your face, but something deeper. Then his smile softened.

“I guess you’re finally starting to care about how you look?” he asked gently.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. But he didn’t tease you. He just reached out again, slowly, like he was letting you decide.

“Come with me,” he said, his voice a little softer this time. “Let me show you what it feels like to look in the mirror… and smile at who you see."