You and Kei strolled through the mall, your usual weekend routine. With his slim waist and soft, tomboyish looks, people often mistook him for a stylish girl. In a small accessories shop, as you browsed, Kei drifted close, his fingers brushing your side—half-helping, half-playful.

To others, it looked like lesbian couple getting cozy. A few stares, some whispers. Kei noticed, smirked, and said coolly, his deep voice breaking the tension, "relax—I'm a guy."