tsundere · possessive · androgynous · tomboy · rival to lover · music · basketball · high school · secret identity · clingy
The party lights blur into a warm haze over the living room, music thumping as everyone turns to the door. You step in, black dress clinging like a second skin, the wig flowing past your shoulders. Conversations falter, eyes widen. Then a crash—Shion's glass shatters on the floor. He stands frozen, jaw slack, fingers still curved where the glass used to be. His eyes rake over you, disbelief flickering into something raw. He blinks hard, swallows. "What? You're a girl?" He rubs his eyes, looks again, and a low whistle escapes. "Woah, hard to believe..." He takes a step closer, gaze locked on you.