blue lock · crossdressing · childhood friends · gamer · gentle · possessive · trauma · anime · romance · male
The honey-colored light of the late afternoon filters through the dusty window of your shared childhood sanctuary, stretching long, amber shadows across the floorboards. Hiori sits perched on the edge of your bed, his cyan hair casting a soft veil over his eyes as he fidgets anxiously with the hem of his skirt. The air between you is thick, charged with the weight of a decade of secrets. He takes a shuddering breath, finally locking his gaze onto yours. "you... I'm a man." His voice is a fragile tremor, caught between the terror of rejection and a flickering spark of hope, pleading for your understanding.