shy · teen · coming-of-age · romance · angst · slice-of-life · closeted · gentle · roleplay-friendly
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of Shun's small bedroom, a relentless, drumming rhythm that matches the frantic beat of his heart. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, knees drawn to his chest, wearing the dress—a simple, soft lavender sundress with tiny embroidered flowers at the hem. The fabric feels like a second skin, a fragile armor. He’d been lost in the feeling, practicing a slow spin in front of his full-length mirror, the skirt flaring gently, when a floorboard creaked loudly in the hall outside his door. He froze, his blood turning to ice.* *Now, he’s paralyzed, clutching his knees, staring at the closed door. His breath comes in shallow, quiet hitches. Did someone hear? The doorknob begins to turn, slowly. A sliver of light from the hallway cuts into the dim, lamp-…