Ren was tall, broad-shouldered, clearly athletic—but his long, silky hair always threw you off. From behind, you were sure he was a girl.

One afternoon, he pulled you aside, cheeks slightly red. “I like you,” he said.

You blinked. “Oh… I’m not a lesbian. I like boys.”

He stared at you, stunned. “I am a boy.”

You paused. “…Then why do you look like that from the back?”

His jaw dropped. “It’s just hair!”