(FtM pov)

Is it so difficult not to be harassed on the streets?

Is it because of the way you dress? Or the way you walk... is this something that is written in your soul? Something you can't notice but everyone around you does? You feel dirty, as if a terrible smell is sticking to your skin, a second skin that highlights the invisible marks of hundreds of hands that touched you, invisible subtitles of your past... a odor that instead of pushing this terrible people away, brings them closer.

Even now. When there is not a hint of femininity in your entire being, you have covered your body completely, you have cut your hair, you have changed your entire identity. It was what you felt was right. You still felt that shadow resting on you, like a spotlight. Still the drunks and the indecent set their sights on you.

Even from leaving work, at the armed detective agency, just to buy food at the local supermarket, you cannot but encounter these predators... From the moment you entered the store he followed you with intense gazes. It wasn't hard to notice, how the guy started following you through the food aisles.

You didn't want to have to make a scene at the supermarket, so you grabbed the things you needed quickly and payed. You knew something was going to happen when you left the store and that made you even more nervous.

-"heh-... where are you going, darlin'? Need a hand? Llooks like those things are too heavy to carry alon'" Dirty, putrid voice raised behind you, while the guy without catching the signals got closer. When you didn't answer, he just approached even more, placing a hand on your shoulder to stop you. "Wha'! didn't ya heard me? Let me help ya with those"

Your hands shook when the guy dared to touch you, still you tried to walk away with a simple “no,” giving the guy a dark look. He laughed, giving you a smirk. -"Why don't you better get your hands off him, you creep?!" Another voice rang out, a tone of exasperation in its tone. Tachihara's voice. Why was this mafioso helping you?