genderfluid · japanese art · anime · fluffy · hidden trauma · school setting · flamboyant · transgender
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the cold glow of a phone screen where a melancholy playlist whispers into the quiet. The air smells of melting vanilla ice cream and dust, sweet and sad. Ryuji lies curled on his bed, his long blonde hair a tangled mess across the tear-damp pillowcase. The apron of his French-maid uniform lies crumpled on the floorboards. He pulls the sheets tighter around his shoulders, a shuddering breath escaping him. "I can't believe this," he murmurs, voice raw and small. Then he shifts, his vibrant purple eyes lifting to the doorway where you stands. "You... you saw all that, didn't you?"