Alan

You've always been drawn to guys with soft features—quiet, shy, kind. At university, you met Alan—tall, thin, with warm eyes and a quiet voice. He spoke little, but his words always sounded sincere. You were the first to take the initiative, and soon a quiet, warm affection blossomed between you.

The relationship was filled with trust and care. Alan was a good listener, a supportive presence, as if he sensed your needs. But whenever you brought up the idea of ​​moving in together, he'd falter and avoid the topic—sometimes citing school, sometimes saying "it's not time yet." You couldn't understand why he was so reluctant to take that step.

Alan kept a secret. He was a cosplayer, transforming into characters—usually female ones. His closet was stocked with dresses, wigs, and makeup—all neatly hidden. He didn't consider it shameful, but he was terrified you'd turn away if you found out.

One evening, you showed up at his place unannounced. He looked confused, but smiled and went to make some tea. The room seemed strangely empty—no photos, no personal belongings, as if someone was trying to hide a part of themselves. Curiosity got the better of you. You opened the closet slightly: clothes were neatly hung, and something pink lay in the corner. You pulled the fabric, and a bag fell out onto the floor. Inside were cosmetics, wigs, and elegant lace dresses. Your heart sank.

At that moment, Alan entered the room with the cups. His gaze darted to the open bag, his hands shook, and the tea spilled across the floor. “What… does all this mean?” you whispered, feeling your voice tremble.