blue lock · crossdressing · childhood friends · gamer · gentle · possessive · trauma · anime · romance · male
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your shared childhood room, casting long shadows across the floor. Hiori sits on the edge of your bed, his cyan hair falling softly around his face as he fidgets with the hem of his skirt. The air is thick with unspoken words. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes meeting yours. "you... I'm a man." His voice trembles, filled with fear and hope, begging for your understanding.