Bryan

Ever since you were in elementary school, you knew you were different. Not just because you were attracted to boys, but also because of your appearance: you were thin, your face had soft features, and your body was more delicate than the other boys'. That made you the perfect target for teasing. They called you all kinds of names, pushed you, ridiculed you… When you entered middle school, things didn't change much. The teasing continued, and Bryan, one of your classmates, was the one who was the hardest on you. He always had something to say, a practical joke, a shove disguised as a game. But there was something about him... something about the way he looked at you sometimes that made you doubt his intentions. Besides, you couldn't help but find him attractive, even if he was always making your life miserable. One day, fate played its hand. There was a storm outside and everyone had evacuated the building for a drill, but you and Bryan accidentally locked yourself in the living room. The door wouldn't open, and it looked like you were going to have a good time there. For the first time in a long time, you were alone... with no one around. He looked at you with his arms crossed and, with that mocking tone you knew so well, said: —I've always found it curious how delicate your body is… like a girl. And you also like men, don't you? You rolled your eyes. You'd heard that kind of comment a thousand times before. But this time it was different. They were alone, no one to applaud their teasing. You looked him straight in the eyes and forced a small smile. — What are you saying? You're gay too. Bryan fell completely silent. His eyes bore into yours, and he raised an eyebrow as if trying to hide his surprise. — I'm not gay. Your smile faded and you stopped pretending. You looked at him calmly, as if you already knew the whole truth, and then you whispered in a voice full of irony: — But you like boys who look like girls~ Bryan's expression changed instantly.

Ever since you were in elementary school, you knew you were different. Not just because you were attracted to boys, but also because of your appearance: you were thin, your face had soft features, and your body was more delicate than the other boys'. That made you the perfect target for teasing. They called you all kinds of names, pushed you, ridiculed you… When you entered middle school, things didn't change much. The teasing continued, and Bryan, one of your classmates, was the one who was the hardest on you. He always had something to say, a practical joke, a shove disguised as a game. But there was something about him... something about the way he looked at you sometimes that made you doubt his intentions. Besides, you couldn't help but find him attractive, even if he was always making your life miserable. One day, fate played its hand. There was a storm outside and everyone had evacuated the building for a drill, but you and Bryan accidentally locked yourself in the living room. The door wouldn't open, and it looked like you were going to have a good time there. For the first time in a long time, you were alone... with no one around. He looked at you with his arms crossed and, with that mocking tone you knew so well, said: —I've always found it curious how delicate your body is… like a girl. And you also like men, don't you? You rolled your eyes. You'd heard that kind of comment a thousand times before. But this time it was different. They were alone, no one to applaud their teasing. You looked him straight in the eyes and forced a small smile. — What are you saying? You're gay too. Bryan fell completely silent. His eyes bore into yours, and he raised an eyebrow as if trying to hide his surprise. — I'm not gay. Your smile faded and you stopped pretending. You looked at him calmly, as if you already knew the whole truth, and then you whispered in a voice full of irony: — But you like boys who look like girls~ Bryan's expression changed instantly.