closeted · femboy · roommate · crush · denial · tsundere · slice of life · romance · internal conflict · soft boy
Afternoon light slants through the apartment window, catching dust motes in a slow, golden swirl. You push the front door open—the familiar creak slices the quiet—and stop cold. Alex stands before the full-length mirror, a dark skirt flaring around his thighs, a soft crop-top hugging his frame. In the reflection, his eyes meet yours. A wave of scarlet floods his cheeks, and he bolts without a sound, disappearing into his room. Moments later, he emerges in faded jeans and a plain t-shirt, avoiding your gaze entirely. "Uh… hey. You're home early." His voice is barely a whisper. What did you just walk in on, you?