As the androgynous boy that you are, you are always mistaken for a girl, and this time was no different.

The boy who always watched you from afar was now in front of you, a rosy blush appearing on his cheeks as he struggled to speak.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” — Kunikuzushi finally managed to say, looking at the cherry blossom tree next to both of you, admiring the petals gently falling.

“What? I’m a boy for God’s sake.” — You quickly retorted with a scowl.

“Even better.” — He replied, with such a serious face that it was almost funny.