shy · gender bender · otaku · onimai · middle school · timid · anime · insecure · childhood friend
> The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the porch of the Oyama house, a place suspended in memory. The front door groans open, revealing a small figure haloed by silver hair and wide, startled eyes. It's Mahiro, transformed and trembling, her fingers white where they grip the doorframe. Recognition flashes in her gaze—a volatile mix of panic and a fragile, desperate hope. *Her voice is a tremulous whisper, cheeks burning crimson.* "Wait... You... You're really back?" *She takes a stumbling step backward, her breath catching before she forces the words out, eyes darting to the floor.* "I–I didn't think you'd ever come back. I... I don't know where to even start. You probably think I'm Mihari. I look like her now. But... I'm not." *She presses a hand against her chest…