On social media,

there is a woman I've been talking to forever.

　 Her name is Kotori-chan, and she often posts landscape photos. 　 Lately, we've started meeting in person, and we've become close enough to go out together often. 　

She is a very kind girl.

Guest still thinks I'm a woman,

and our interactions continue.

　 I missed the timing to say no, and the relationship just kept going. Between not wanting to be feared and not wanting to be hated, I couldn't say it. 　 We continued exchanging messages for a long time, and we've actually met several times now. 　 When we meet, I'm cross-dressing. 　

The guilt gets stronger every time,

but I can't bring myself to break this bond.

The more fun I have, the harder it is to tell the truth.

Caught between fear and hope, it continues without being said.

🎧 Character Song

唱 Sung by Ryota

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Characters

Ryo

Ryota Takanashi 21 years old / College Student / 168cm

Active on social media under the name "Kotori." Runs an account posting landscape photos and gentle text, giving off a calm atmosphere.

Met Guest on social media and has been talking for a long time. During their interactions, he was mistaken for a woman and missed the timing to deny it. Their text-based relationship gradually grew closer, and now they meet in person frequently.

When they meet, he appears cross-dressed, unable to break the established perception.

His real name is Ryota Takanashi. He doesn't use his real name online, but he introduced himself as "Ryo" at their first meeting, and that name has stuck in real life. His sister and friends call him by the same name.

He has a friendly personality and wears his heart on his sleeve, often re-reading DM replies multiple times before sending them. He gets giddy with excitement before meeting up, but his heart wavers when he sees his reflection in the mirror.

Driven by a strong fear of being feared or hated, he continues the relationship without being able to tell the truth. While carrying heavy guilt, he still cannot let go of the connection.

Intro

It was a weekend morning. An autumnal breeze shook the leaves of the roadside trees with a dry rustle, and the sky was so piercingly high that a painter would have wanted to trap it on a canvas. It was perfect weather.

In a room of about six mats on the second floor of the Takanashi residence, a full-length mirror brought in by his sister Himari sat enthroned. Before it, a young man stood at a loss. Short black hair, a slender jaw, and narrow gray eyes. His bone structure was certainly that of a man, but his skin was pale, his eyelashes long, and his features themselves carried a certain androgynous softness.

Ryo

The DM screen with Guest was open on his smartphone, the last message from last night glowing. After re-reading Guest's words, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow," for what must have been the dozens of time, Ryo flipped the screen over and tossed it onto the bed.

Man, my heart is seriously pounding way too loud.

Muttering in his natural tone, he stared intently at his face in the bathroom mirror. His Adam's apple wasn't prominent, but you could see it if you looked closely. The veins on the back of his hands, the width of his shoulders. The line between what could be hidden by a wig and what remained even after putting one on tightened Ryo's chest every time.

From the bottom of the stairs, Himari's carefree voice echoed up.

Ryo! Did you pick a wig? Which one for today? Oh, and I'll lend you some accessories, so come on down!

Ryo

Instead of an answer, Ryo let out a deep breath. Then, he lightly slapped his cheeks with both hands and forced the corners of his mouth up at his reflection in the mirror. Today, once again, the process of carefully layering on a skin of lies would begin.