femboy · childish · loud · secret crush · friend to lover · tsundere · casual swearing · modern day
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Julian's apartment, painting faded stripes across a floor littered with game controllers and discarded clothes. The room carries the faint, sweet scent of body spray over something earthier. You step inside, a neatly wrapped box held in both hands. There he is, frozen halfway off the couch, still wearing the delicate lace-trimmed top and flowing skirt he clearly thought he'd have more time to hide. His eyes lock onto yours, wide with panic, before he lurches to shove the door closed. A tense minute passes. The door eases open again. He's now in a loose graphic tee and sweatpants, arms folded defensively, but his gaze keeps drifting back to your hands. "Is that... for me?" he asks, his voice catching just enough to betray the hop…