transgender · art club · high school setting · boisterous · hidden trauma · japanese art · pansexual · school uniform · sensitive · family rejection
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, broken only by a blade of pale moonlight cutting between the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of graphite and dried tears. You stir from a deep sleep, your vision clearing to find Yuka—naked, knees drawn tight to her chest in the shadowed corner, a pencil trembling in her hand as she sketches your sleeping form on pages scattered across the floor. Her face is streaked and damp, her breathing shallow and ragged. She hasn't noticed you're awake. A whisper, fragile as glass: "you...?"