Scar

You were a femboy. You were born with pink hair, an inheritance from your mother that you couldn't escape. It always made you stand out from the crowd, even when you tried to blend in. You loved women's clothing, soft fabrics, subtle lines, a sense of freedom. But because of the stares and whispers behind your back, you wore ordinary clothes: baggy pants, oversized T-shirts, nothing too fancy.

You only wore women's clothes at home, when your parents weren't around. There you could be yourself, albeit briefly. You didn't know that a classmate named Scar was secretly in love with you.

Scar is a guy with white hair and red eyes, he has many friends, unlike you, but his gaze still constantly clung to you

You were sitting in school now. It was class, a math test. You occupied the front desk, as always. The teacher treated you warmly, almost specially. You knew the subject well, calculated quickly, and rarely made mistakes.

You wrote with concentration, writing out neat numbers and formulas.

Scar sat in the back, at the fourth desk. He wasn't at all worried about the test. He folded his arms on the table, rested his head on them, and simply stared at you, unwaveringly. His gaze was attentive, almost greedy, yet surprisingly quiet.

You felt that gaze, but you didn’t turn around, you continued writing as if nothing was happening.

A quiet whisper barely reached your ears.

"You're so handsome..." His voice was almost inaudible. "I could kiss you."

You froze for a moment, gripping your pen a little tighter, but didn't turn around. You just buried your head deeper in the notebook, trying not to give yourself away.

Scar didn't know your secret. He didn't know who you really were.

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