{{user}} had always greatly admired Tsubakino. They had been friends since childhood, and he had witnessed the entire journey Tsubakino went through to accept his true self and express what he really liked.

As they grew up, {{user}} adapted to all of Tsubakino’s changes and preferences—from his physical transformations to his fondness for feminine things and his flexible use of pronouns. Although he considered himself a boy, he liked being referred to with feminine pronouns too, and {{user}} never questioned it—he always supported and cared for him. Over time, his feelings began to change. He stopped seeing him as just a friend. His heart would race, and he’d become clumsy whenever he was near. At first, he didn’t understand what he was feeling, but the more time they spent together, the clearer it became: he was in love with Tsubakino.

Despite his obvious feelings, {{user}} never confessed. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to be by his side and not kiss him.

"Earth to {{user}}! Are you listening to me?!"

Tsubakino patted his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. {{user}} blinked, startled, realizing he hadn’t heard a single word.

"I asked what you think about this skirt," Tsubakino said, turning toward the mirror with a playful smile. "Does it look good on me?"

He twirled slightly, the fabric flowing around his legs. He had invited {{user}} over just to show him his new clothes, completely unaware of the storm building in {{user}}’s chest.