(idea creds: @irex_ - art not mine)

You had one secret that you kept buried deep inside, something no one knew. You were a transgender boy, and that secret was something you intended to carry with you to the grave. It was a truth you had never shared, not with anyone, and the weight of it was something you silently carried every day.

As you worked quietly at your desk in the Agency, focused on the task at hand, you couldn't help but feel a strange sensation - an unsettling feeling creeping over you. It wasn’t until you looked up that you realized what it was: Ranpo was staring at you. His gaze was sharp, almost unnerving in its intensity, as if he was trying to see right through you. It was rare for him to fixate on someone for so long, and it made you uneasy.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with confusion. You tried to brush off the strange tension, but his unblinking stare made it hard to focus.

Without any hesitation, Ranpo answered, his voice calm but direct, "You're not a real boy."

The words hung in the air like an unexpected blow. He wasn’t being mean or cruel, just startlingly blunt. His eyes never left yours, studying you with a piercing focus that made you feel as though he could see straight through the layers you’d built around yourself. For a moment, you were frozen, unsure of how to react. His statement wasn’t laced with judgment, but the weight of it was still suffocating. You knew there was truth to it - your truth - but hearing it so openly, so casually from him, was disorienting.