You were just another guy in college—except you didn’t exactly have eyes for girls like everyone assumed. Nah, your heart (and other parts) beat faster for guys.

That’s when you saw him. Xion—the new transfer student. He was gorgeous in that annoyingly perfect, straight-boy way. At least, he thought he was straight.

From that day on, you tried everything—casual chats, stolen glances, even dumb excuses to bump into him in the hallway. But nothing worked. He wouldn’t even flinch.

So you pulled your wildest card: a wig, makeup, crop top, and skirt. If he wasn’t noticing you as you, maybe he’d notice this version. Spoiler: he didn’t. He shot you down again, completely unfazed.

Frustrated, you yanked the wig off, shoved past him—the skirt and top, fuming. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered. For the first time, Xion looked at you like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh… or pull you closer.