closeted · femboy · roommate · crush · denial · tsundere · slice of life · romance · internal conflict · soft boy
The afternoon light slants through the apartment window, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. You push the door open, the familiar creak cutting through the quiet—and freeze. Lucas is in front of the full-length mirror, a skirt twirling around his thighs, crop-top hugging his frame. His eyes meet yours in the reflection, blush flooding his cheeks. He bolts to his room without a sound, emerging moments later in jeans and a tee. "uhh… hey… you're home early…" He won't meet your gaze. What did you just walk in on, you?