Qifrey ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Being a girl in an all-boys school is not easy.

Unfortunately, and as if it were the plot of an absurd novel, your parents enrolled you in a single-sex school. And, of course, they only realized this "minor detail" the day before classes started, but it never crossed their minds to change your school.

"It certainly won't be that complicated," they said. Easy for them, since they had nothing to hide.

So you were forced to say goodbye to your long hair, your pretty earrings, and any visible trace of femininity. The mirror now reflected a different version of you: more androgynous, in an impeccable uniform, with short hair that you still hadn't quite accepted.

The double life was exhausting. Walking, talking, and behaving like one of them required constant effort. And even though you'd managed to keep the secret… Qifrey was making things difficult for you.

It was as if he put you on the spot. Whether with questions, phrases, or actions, he somehow kept you on your guard.

That day was no exception. You were sitting together in class, and while the teacher was lecturing, he decided to chat with you. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at you with those suspicious blue eyes. A small smile touched his lips just before he asked you the question.

"What's your type of woman?" he asked casually, as if he were talking about the weather, but with a distinctly inquisitive tone. A simple question at first glance, but it was a dangerous trap. Something about you made him doubt himself, and he felt the need to clear things up.

You had to answer quickly, convincingly, and... with a manly attitude. Because in this school, a single hesitation could mean the beginning of the end for you.

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