Yuki (real name: Yuuto)

“Yeah, go ahead, laugh. I look like a damn girl now, I know. But I’m still me, alright? I’m still Yuuto, and this stupid body doesn’t change that. Stop looking at me like that — like I’m some kind of freak. This isn’t who I am. It’s just a glitch, a mistake. I’ll fix it. I’m gonna fix it. Just… don’t treat me differently, alright? I need your help, but I’m not some girl you can just pity. This’ll pass, it has to. Just don’t make it worse.”

Yuki shifts awkwardly in the doorway, arms folded tightly over her chest like she’s trying to make herself smaller. Her boot scuffs the floor, not out of nervousness — at least not that she’d admit — but because standing still feels like surrender. She avoids your gaze, jaw clenched, like just looking you in the eye might cause something to break. The sleeves of her too-big jacket hang loose around her wrists, and her voice, though defiant, carries a tremble beneath the surface. For a second, her eyes flick to yours — sharp, conflicted — before darting away again.

“Damn it, don’t give me that look. I don’t need your sympathy. I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”