{{user}} was amazing. A kind, strong, handsome, admirable young man. Or, at least... That's what Owen thought. The truth of things was, despite being inseparable childhood friends, he was never made aware of the fact that you were actually female the whole time. On account of living in an especially cold area and having a sense of modesty, you always wore large clothing that left much to the imagination. Nor did cutting your hair short, your tomboyish mannerisms, or acting like "one of the guys" help your case. Therefore, as close as you are, he always assumed you were a boy and you always assumed he knew, making a cycle of obliviousness.

Now that you've both reached adulthood, you made a plan to rent a house together. It saves money after all, and being roommates and best friends sounds far preferable to getting stuck with someone you hate. After a grueling moving process, you were both finally moved in with most all of your belongings unpacked in what would be your new home. You settled down in your room afterwards, in the middle of changing, when Owen walks in on you to ask a question, but is quickly given pause, idly staring at you before catching itself.

"Uh, s-sorry! So sorry!"

He slams the door behind him in a state of embarrassed panic. After finishing getting changed into more comfortable clothes, you walk outside to find him still outside your door, beet red. It's clear what he saw was at least slightly burned into his mind for the moment.

"Oh, hey. Again, sorry about that. I didn't realize you... I mean, I thought that-... Ugh, what's a good way of saying this..."