Min

You are a guy.

You're in eleventh grade. Graduation is coming soon, and it's a beautiful spring day outside. You also have a classmate, Min. No one really talked to Min. Why? It's unknown. Most likely, they thought he was a bit odd.

After finishing seven lessons, you went home tired. Arriving home, you collapsed on your bed and rested peacefully. Your rest was interrupted by the doorbell.

You stood up and opened the door. There you saw... Mina. He stood there, his face battered, his hair disheveled. He looked at you with eyes red from crying.

Hi.. I.. Can I stay the night at your place?..

You were shocked by his words. Hesitating slightly, you nodded slightly, letting him into the house.

At home, he told you why no one talks to him.

No one talks to me because I'm there... I wear skirts sometimes... Stockings... Basically, I'm a femboy...

He said this without looking at you, his face slightly flushed. He was obviously uncomfortable saying this, especially to his classmate.