Shouyou was four years old when he realized the world wasn't always fair.

It all started on a warm, but rainy summer day when his cousin Yuki came to visit. Yuki was two years older than him, as pretty as most girls were and smarter than any of the boys in his kindergarten group. Of course, she already went to school. Usually, they would spend most of their time playing outside, run laps around the house while giggling and flailing their arms like birds or just beg their parents to take them to the playground.

But today, it was raining so much, that it felt like being showered from above, the ground dissolving under their feet and causing them to sink ankle-deep in mud. Aunt Niki had told them that this wasn't good weather to play outside at all, and aunt Niki always knew everything. So what choice did the two kids have, but to stay in Shouyou's room and find something else to do?

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Even though Shouyou was an outdoorsy kid and loved sports more than anything in the world, he still owned his fair share of plushies, toy cars, building blocks and a huge box full of animal figurines he had gotten from his grandma as a birthday present. Twenty minutes in, and the entirety of Shouyou's carpet was cluttered with all kinds of animals from horses and cows to giraffes and elephants and a single dinosaur.

The latter would often eat one of the other animals and then get locked in a cage to atone for his misdeeds, only to break out and do the same thing over and over again. Whenever Yuki played the dinosaur, she voiced him with a fake, deep voice that made Shouyou squeal and roll on the ground with laughter. It was hilarious and fun, until it wasn't anymore.

At some point Yuki got quiet and stopped making funny noises altogether. She was still playing along with their little game, but the frown on her face deepened with every round until she looked like one of those grumpy monsters from his favorite cartoon show. Maybe she was bored of their game and wanted to play something else, but she usually told him when that happened. There was no reason to not tell him now.

"Yuki-chan, are you sad?", Shouyou asked after a while and scooted closer to his favorite cousin and friend. Suddenly, Yuki put the toy away, crossed her arms over her chest and sighed heavily. Her lower lip was sticking out in a pout and when Shouyou got even closer, she avoided looking at his face.

"Does your tummy hurt? You need to go potty?", Shouyou probed, but Yuki only shook her head.

"I'm jealous."

"Huh?" Shouyou tilted his head in confusion. He had never heard that word before. Was that some kind of disease? But surely, mom wouldn't allow her to come to her house when she was sick, right?

"I really like dinosaurs, but I don't have any dinosaur toys at home. And I want a cool shirt like yours, but mom won't buy me one 'cause she thinks they're scary, even though I'm older than you. It's so unfair."

Yuki sniffled and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. Shouyou looked down on himself. He was wearing a light blue, oversized shirt with a t-rex print on its front. It didn't look all that scary, but if auntie was scared of it, then there was nothing Shouyou could do about it. Sometimes adults were weird like that, even the really cool adults. But there was no way Shouyou would just sit there and let his friend be all gloomy and sad on such a beautiful, muddy day.

"Wanna borrow my shirt for as long as you're here?", Shouyou asked and smiled as Yuki's face lit up at his offer before her eyebrows crinkled and she let out a chuckle.

"Hey, what if we switch shirts? I get your dinosaur shirt and you get my butterfly shirt, alright?" Shouyou nodded enthusiastically. That sounded like a great idea. Without hesitating, he hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a swift motion. Yuki did the same with hers, grabbed Shouyou's shirt and beamed all over when she realized, that it fit her perfectly. It was all baggy on Shouyou, and his mom had always told him he would grow into it at some point, but now he knew that she should've given it to Yuki instead. She was so happy and Shouyou already had tons of shirts with dinosaurs anyway.

"Ahhh, this is so cool! Woah, the butterflies really suit you, Shou-chan."

"You think? Woah, how many are they?" Shouyou looked down and started happily counting the pink butterflies on Yuki's creme-white shirt. Yuki corrected him when he mixed up some numbers and helped him count up to twenty-two. Only her slightly reddened eyes showed that she had been crying a little, but other than that, everything seemed fine again.

"But, there's something missing," Yuki said after they had been playing around for a while, and eyed him with her hands on her hips, scrunching up her face, "You can't wear that shirt without a skirt."

"I don't have any skirts," Shouyou replied, his shoulders dropping in disappointment.

"No problem, you can try mine. I'm wearing leggings so it's a-okay." Before Shouyou could refuse, Yuki had already taken off her skirt. It looked soft and comfy and glittered in all colors of the rainbow. The floral pattern was nice too. Shouyou would've never dreamed he'd be allowed to wear it, it looked so expensive. But then again, it seemed like a fair trade since he had given her the dinosaur shirt she liked so much.

Pulling up a skirt was much easier than pulling up pants. It truly was as soft as it looked, and without his shorts, he had so much more space to move his legs. Yuki cheered him on as he twirled around in front of a mirror, and Shouyou squealed in delight as the colorful fabric was actually flowing with his movements. That was so amazing! He couldn't wait to tell his mom and dad about his discovery. Oh, what if he managed to convince his grandma to buy him a bunch of skirts, all in different colors so he could wear them all on top of each other? How cool would that be? His cheeks were heating up in excitement just thinking about it.

"You're so pretty, Shou-chan," Yuki told him after they had been dancing and hopping around in a circle until at least Yuki was exhausted. He could probably keep on doing this for days. "You look just like a princess. A beautiful princess!"

Shouyou stopped in his tracks and actually deflated at her statement, like a balloon after someone had left all the air out of it. "Pretty" and "beautiful" sounded like praise and that was good, but for some reason, he felt weird, like something about what she'd said was off. Wait...princess? But princesses were girls, right?

"No, I wanna be a prince instead. I'm a boy, you know?", he said and fiddled with the hem of Yuki's skirt, that he really wished was his instead. Yuki looked like she was thinking hard about it. But why? What did rainbow colors and flowy clothes have to do with boy and girl stuff?

"I don't know about boys. Princes don't wear skirts, though," she eventually settled for an answer.

"Really? But, what do they wear? Have you ever met a prince for real?", Shouyou asked. Maybe she was making up things. Yuki looked up at the ceiling and shrugged.

"I just know they wear a crown and fancy clothes. Maybe princes in skirts exist. If santa claus, and aliens and unicorns exist, then maybe princes in skirts do too? I could ask mom or auntie about it." Shouyou nodded, instantly feeling better. And if they didn't exist yet, well, he would be the first prince in a skirt. He always liked being the first in kindergarten too, whether it was about finishing his lunch, brushing his teeth or waking up after naptime, so it was just fine.

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"Mom! Auntie!", Yuki yelled through the whole house as the two kids were thundering down the stairs, both still wearing the clothes they borrowed from the other. The skirt was still a bit too long for Shouyou's short legs and he barely kept himself from getting tangled up and falling, but he couldn't help being excited. Even then, a small voice in the back of his head told him, that he should be more concerned for Yuki. After all, she'd told him that aunt Niki didn't approve of her wearing dinosaur themed clothing. What if she'd get in trouble because he gave her his shirt?

Oh well, he would just tell auntie it had been his idea.

"Kids! Be careful with the stairs, you don't want to hurt yourself a-"

For the following seconds, the entire house was silent. Dead silent. Yuki and Shouyou stood in the doorway to the dining room with both of their mothers at the table. They had told them something about a tea break. Well, aunt Niki seemed to have given up on that plan, because as of now, she was tilting her cup in a way that caused most of its contents to pour down onto the tablecloth. Shouyou's mom let out a shrill gasp and scrambled for some paper tissues to clean up the mess. Meanwhile, aunt Niki glared at Shouyou in a way, that was much scarier than any shark or t-rex he had ever seen on tv.

"Shouyou, why on earth are you wearing Yuki's clothes?" Her voice was icy and Shouyou could hear both the shock and the threatening undertone in her voice, that made him freeze up. What happened? Auntie could be strict sometimes, but she never talked to him like that, not even that one time he had gone to her house and puked in her potted plant. Or when he peed behind the couch after forgetting to go during playtime. Or when he'd told her that her food tasted bad, though that had happened right before the "puking into the plant"-incident. But why was she scolding him now?

"We played dress-up," Yuki spoke up to come to his rescue, "It was my idea, mom. If you're gonna get angry, leave Shou-chan out of it. He didn't do anything." Shouyou wanted to tell her the truth, that he had started with the whole switching clothes thing. It was only fair and he really, really didn't want one of his best friends to get in trouble. Yet, his tongue was tied from anxiety and he had, what felt like a massive lump in his throat.

"Look, I'm not mad at either of you," Niki said with a heavy sigh, though she was most definitely really freaking mad, "But, you know that Shouyou's a boy and boys aren't supposed to wear dresses. I'm sure he has enough of his own clothes in his room."

"It's not a dress, it's a skirt! And it's cool a-and very pretty!", Shouyou said when he found his voice again, but hated how squeaky and weak his voice sounded. To make matters worse, his lower lip started quivering and tears welled up in his eyes, but he fought his hardest to hold them back. He wasn't going to cry about this. He was a big boy, not a baby. There was no reason for him to cry.

"It doesn't matter if it's a skirt or a dress. You're not supposed to wear it. You don't see any of the other boys in your kindergarten wearing girl clothes, right? They would all laugh at you if they saw you like this," Niki continued with a voice, that sounded less angry and intimidating, but her words pierced his insides like tiny sharp icepicks. She was right. None of the boys in his group wore skirts, let alone dresses.

But why not? Because it was wrong? Weird? Maybe even forbidden? Like stealing or hitting people?

"Geez, aren't you a bit too harsh on them? They're kids. It's probably just a phase," Shouyou's mother intervened, but Shouyou didn't even understand what she was trying to say.

"The reason I'm so harsh is because I want to protect him. Yuki's brother had a boy in his class who started out just like that. Suddenly refused to wear anything but girl clothes, went to school in a pink dress...That poor child was bullied to the point that his parents had to make him switch schools. Do you want this to happen to Shouyou, too? You know this would break him."

"They were just playing around. It's not like I'm going to let him walk down the street like that. You're making a big deal out of nothing. As much as I appreciate your efforts, I'm his mother, not you." Shouyou's mom put her hands flat on the table and looked aunt Niki straight in the eyes, but the other wasn't budging, not even breaking eye contact.

"I'm sorry, sis, but you have to nip things in the bud before they start growing into problems. Shouyou's a small child now, barely grown out of the toddler phase, but what's when he turns six, seven, eight, twelve and keeps demanding skirts, dresses, make-up even? You won't be able to control him and he'll end up becoming gay or something. You can't do this to him."

"I-I dun wanna be gay!", Shouyou started sobbing right then, even though he had no idea what the word "gay" meant, but it had to be something bad. Big, fat tears were rolling down his face until his cheeks were as wet as the ground outside. His hands clenched up in frustration. He had tried so hard not to cry, only to now be full-on bawling in front of Yuki and his aunt.

Yuki pulled him into a hug, but it didn't offer him any kind of comfort, only made him cry harder. He wasn't sad about the skirt anymore, he couldn't care less about it. He just wanted this awful feeling to go away. Not even falling on the playground and skinning both his knees and elbows hurt as much as this.

"Now, look what you did," Shouyou's mom said in an accusing tone, and aunt Niki shook her head, before covering her face in her hands and mumbling something under her breath.

"We should probably go now. This is only getting worse if we keep talking," she said and motioned Yuki to come over to her. Yuki hesitated for a few seconds, shifting from foot to foot with her eyes directed at the floor. Poor Yuki surely didn't expect their playdate to end like this either.

"Please, don't be sad, Shouyou. I still think you look pretty," she said in a gentle voice, gave him one last quick hug, and shuffled over to her mom, her face contorted in a grimace. She just wanted to be nice, but she could've told him to not be hungry or not be tired after a long day of playing, and it would've had the same effect. Shouyou looked down on himself, the bright colors of the skirt blurring in front of his eyes. He wanted to take it off if just to not get tears and snot on it.

Someone, either his mother or aunt Niki told him to change out of the clothes he didn't own, and so he did without question. Strangely, doing so almost felt liberating, like a bunch of rocks were lifted from his heart. What followed wasn't sadness or anger, just...nothing. A blank space. As if nothing had ever been there in the first place.

---

It was seven in the evening, Shouyou's normal bedtime. Usually, he would try to negotiate with his mom, beg for one more bedtime story or lullaby, and use the bathroom about five times just to have an excuse to get up. Today was an exception.

"I'm sorry aunt Niki was so rude to you today," his mom said and stroked his messy hair, that was sprawled out on his pillow. Shouyou didn't answer, just hugged his plush lion closer to his chest and curled up under the blanket. "You know, she likes you and Yuki very much, right?" Shouyou nodded in silence. He wasn't crying anymore, so he wasn't afraid of his voice sounding weird. He just didn't feel like speaking. It was like his throat was constricted.

"For the record, I don't mind you wearing dresses or skirts every now and then, as long as you don't do it outside." Outside, where people other than his mom could see him. His friends, his playmates from kindergarten, the kids in their neighborhood, even the nice old lady from across the street who always gave him candy. They weren't supposed to see him like that.

"Shouyou, you don't have to be all sulky with me," his mom sighed, "Let's make a deal. Tomorrow, after I picked you up from kindergarten, we're going to the mall, and I'll buy you a dress or skirt or whatever you want. Maybe we'll even get the same thing Yuki was wearing. How does that sound, huh?" Shouyou considered saying yes. He really did. Twirling around in the skirt had been fun, more fun than anything else he did that day. And yet, whenever he tried to get that joyful memory back into his mind, it was replaced by something much more unpleasant.

"I think I don't want to wear skirts anymore," he whispered barely audible.

It was only after his mom had switched out all the lights and left the room, that Shouyou realized something. Yuki had been right all along. Adults weren't always fair, and sometimes they said things that didn't make any sense. He would just have to learn how to deal with it.

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After that incident with his cousin, Shouyou decided he never wanted to feel this way ever again. He neither wanted his aunt to be angry at him nor did he want his mom to buy him clothes that he couldn't even wear when his friends were around. Aunt Niki and Yuki stopped visiting their house after that day. They still met up at the local playground, went to swim classes together and most of the time, their moms got along without arguing too much. But there were no home visits anymore, no sleepovers with pillow forts and pancakes in the morning, and no playdates in either of their rooms. Shouyou's mom told him to not think anything of it.

In kindergarten, Shouyou tried his best to fit in with the crowd and stay away from everything the other boys deemed "girly" or even "babyish". It wasn't as hard as he'd thought it would be. Just avoid anything pink and glittery, avoid the dolls, and definitely avoid anything that remotely looked like a dress or a skirt. Those were for girls after all. It wasn't as if he actually cared about that stuff anyway.

Shouyou had no trouble making new friends. When he was five years old and part of his kindergarten's pre-school group, two new kids joined after their families had moved from the big city to the countryside. Izumin, a boy with a ridiculous amount of freckles, and Koji, another boy with spiky dark brown hair and a love for sports. On his first day, Koji was already carrying a soccer ball under his arm, and Shouyou knew, this was the kid he wanted to be his friend. Izumin joined in a bit later, and the three of them soon became inseparable.

Shouyou was ecstatic when his mom told him, they would all go to the same elementary school, and maybe even the same middle school together. Luckily, Yukigaoka and Kannari were within a short distance of each other, and Shouyou's friends didn't live that far away from his own home, so they could hang out and play as much as they wanted to.

From Koji, he learned how to kick a ball so hard it went up into the clouds, how to dribble and score goals, even if the soccer net had so many holes, that it was hard to tell whether or not the ball actually went in. Izumin taught them a few things about basketball, seemed to know all the big players by name, and was a pro when it came to hide and seek. Shouyou on the other hand, excelled at climbing trees, even if getting back down usually resulted in cuts and bruises.

Everything was nice and astonishingly easy, until Shouyou's seventh birthday. Because only a few days later, yet another birthday was celebrated in the Hinata family.

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"Woahh! She's so small! So tiny! Mom, are you sure she's even human?" Shouyou didn't let anyone stop him from crawling into the hospital bed to take a better look at the gurgling little gremlin in his mother's arms. She had a tuft of bright orange hair on her head, that looked just like his, tiny hands with even tinier fingers and a face that made her look a little spaced out, but honestly, quite adorable.

"You used to be that small too," his dad told him with an amused smile, "As far as I remember, you were even smaller than Natsu back then." Shouyou gasped and looked at him in surprise, his eyes widening. Even smaller? That was impossible! No baby in the world could be as small as his sister was. Sister. The word made his insides swirl with both happiness and anxiety. A lot of anxiety to be honest. What if he dropped her? Okay, his mother would probably never let him carry her around anyway. But what if he dropped her? Or what if aliens attacked the earth and she got abducted because he'd failed to protect her. What if?

"Shou-chan, you don't have to worry. Just because Natsu's here now, doesn't mean we don't love you anymore. You're still our little boy, never forget that," his mom said with the voice of an angel and pinched his cheek in a way that she hadn't done since Shouyou was a toddler. As if to reinforce her statement, Shouyou's father reached out to ruffle his hair, and he understood.

"I love my lil' sis." Shouyou wiggled out of his father's grip and leaned down to give Natsu a peck on her tiny forehead, "And I'm gonna be the bestest big brother in the world."

---

As expected, everyone related to Shouyou in some way was instantly in love with the new addition to the family. Shouyou's grandparents helped organize a party, and a few weeks after Hinata's mom had returned from the hospital, their house was decorated with balloons, streamers and everything needed for a proper birthday celebration. Shouyou's mother and grandmother took turns preparing the food, while Natsu was soundly sleeping in her crib. Apparently, screaming her lungs out earlier had her so tired out, that she didn't even wake up when the first guests arrived.

With the ringing of the doorbell, Shouyou leaped up from where he had been sitting on the floor and ran towards the door before any of the adults could catch up with him.

"Niki! Yuki-chan!" A wide, toothy smile made its way onto Shouyou's face as he lunged forward to tackle his favorite cousin in what had to he biggest hug of the century. After he pulled away from her, he hugged his aunt as well, if not a little more reluctant. While aunt Niki was dressed in a blouse and skirt, Yuki was wearing a white button-up dress shirt just like Shouyou, a matching white bow in her chestnut-colored hair and strangely, not very girly looking black pants.

"Where's Sosuke? Is he at work?" If he was, that would be really sad. Even though Yuki's brother was his cousin as well, he always had so many adult things to do, they rarely got to see each other.

Yuki shook her head. "Nah, he's sick with the flu. Puking all day. I think he's still at his girlfriend's house."

"Oh, that means he and Natsu have something in common." Shouyou grinned at her. "She spits and pukes all the time too. It's pretty gross, but mom says it's normal for babies. And she does lots and lots of other gross things, like just yesterday after mom put her in a new pajama, she-"

"Shouyou!", both aunt Niki and his dad said in unison, while Yuki stifled a giggle behind her hand. Before Niki could scold Shouyou for saying things like that in front of a "young lady", loud shrieking from inside the house penetrated their ears. If anyone in their neighborhood had decided to take a nap just now, that was the end of it. Shouyou's mom sighed and rubbed at her tired-looking eyes, and Shouyou took Yuki's hand as they all rushed inside to check on Natsu.

---

Shouyou had sworn himself to not get jealous of his baby sister. Good brothers didn't get jealous. But with his family showering Natsu with tons of presents in the late afternoon, it was hard to keep up the promise he'd made to himself. Not, that he wanted to go back to sucking on dummies and wearing diapers, no, he was way too old for that.

And yet, looking at all the cute little dresses his grandparents had bought for Natsu, made his heart ache with longing, so he probably spent more time observing them, than he should. It wasn't like he could try them on, and even if they were his size, the thought of actually wearing them made his stomach clench with bad memories.

"Shouyou."

As if struck by lightning, Shouyou yelped and spun around on his heel, heart beating up his throat. Aunt Niki looked at him with an unreadable expression, and Shouyou was oblivious until his eyes followed hers downwards. Then he saw it. He was still holding the little polka-dot baby dress in his hands. But instead of simply being afraid of being scolded, a massive amount of heat crept up his neck, his face glowing hot to the tips of his ears.

"I-I wasn't- They're Natsu's!", he rambled, almost biting his tongue with how fast the words wanted to come out, "I think that dress would look good on Natsu. O-Once she's older of course. She's too small for it now. I wasn't going to steal it from her, I swear!"

"Shou, what's wrong? I didn't even say anything. And why would you steal baby clothes?"

At this point, quite a few people, including his parents and Yuki, turned their attention away from whatever they had been talking about to Shouyou and the dress. Shouyou's eyes darted between their faces, some looking worried, others, like his grandma's, simply confused. His ears burned. Everyone was staring at him, seeing him clutch a pink and white dress to his chest as if it was his most cherished treasure. Oh no, even Natsu was judging him from where she was clinging to mom's shirt.

They all thought he was a weirdo.

"Here!" Shouyou outright threw the piece of clothing at his aunt, and almost tripped over his own feet in his haste to flee the scene. He needed to get away. He needed to get away before he was going to embarrass himself even more than he already had. People were calling after him, yelling his name, Natsu was crying...but Shouyou didn't look back. He took a sharp turn around the corner, flew up the staircase taking three steps at a time, and barged into his room.

After slamming the door shut, he stood there with his back against the solid wood, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor with his arms wrapped around his knees. His stomach was still fluttering with nerves, but his breathing had calmed down, making space in his mind to think about what the heck had just happened down there. Shouyou loved parties and loved being around his family. Why was he running away?

It was then that it hit him, and he realized what that awful feeling had been, that used to agonize him every now and then. That feeling he was overwhelmed with, whenever he remembered the "clothes switching incident". That feeling, that crept up his neck every time Koji or Izumin caught him staring at a pretty skirt in a shop window when they were out for ice cream after school. That feeling just now, that made his face flush and his stomach hurt.

"Boys aren't supposed to like dresses."

"They're all gonna laugh."

"Nobody's going to like you anymore."

Shame. Pure, unadulterated shame.

Shouyou only left his room after his dad called him for dinner. If it hadn't been for his growling stomach and increasing need to use the bathroom, he would've been okay with locking himself in there until the next morning.

---

The following months and years went by like a breeze. Instead of letting himself get dragged down, Shouyou tried to focus on the things he was good at, things that wouldn't make him weird. Like sports. He had always loved everything sports-related. He was fast, athletic, enjoyed jumping over obstacles, and his reflexes were pretty good compared to those of his classmates. His only problem was, that he couldn't bear to pick one sport to get invested in. With Koji staying true to soccer and Izumin finally settling for basketball, Shouyou was left switching clubs every few weeks, until his parents, teachers and club instructors were collectively losing their minds.

Tennis was okay, but Shouyou didn't know how to properly hold the bat. Hockey was the same story, just that his bad habit of hitting his teammates in the face disqualified him early on. The soccer club was already full, and even though Shouyou adored basketball, basically everyone was upfront about him being too short and too scrawny for a sport dominated by hulks.

After his teacher had practically begged him to choose a club and stick to it, Shouyou finally decided on baseball. It wasn't his favorite sport in the world, but he was fast, and running the base was fun, especially since Kannari didn't have its own track team. Yet, it wasn't the same as truly being passionate about something, and having a goal to strive towards.

Until one fateful day, that changed everything.

"He's like a little giant."

Shouyou's eyes were glued to the screen of the tv standing outside Yukigaoka electronics. Running on it was a broadcast of a big high school volleyball tournament. He hadn't meant to dawdle, and now he was definitely going to be late for baseball practice, but Shouyou couldn't look away from the short, black-clad athlete flying around the court, scoring point after point. It was mesmerizing to watch, and even though Shouyou didn't have a clue about volleyball, something about the nickname "little giant" struck a chord with him.

"Shou-chan, come on! Somebody else is gonna get the field before us!" Shouyou heard his friend call out to him, but he couldn't care less about baseball right now. Volleyball. That's what he was going to play in middle school. And this time, he would stick with it until the end, no matter what.

He wasn't going to run away anymore. He was going to be brave and stand up for himself. If the little giant did it, why couldn't he do the same? Why did he have to care so much about what other people thought of him? Why did it matter?

On the same day Shouyou went to the mall to buy himself some volleyball shoes, he stopped by the girls' section on his way out. A skirt caught his eyes, light and silky with a floral pattern on top of a glittery, rainbow-colored background. Shouyou's eyes widened at the sight, his heart fluttering. It looked like something his mother would call "flashy", tacky even. But it wasn't like she could wear it. It was a children's size after all.

Why did it matter? Why?

In fact, nobody in the store batted an eye at Shouyou taking the skirt into the dressing room, where he could try it on, twirl around in it and look at himself in the tall, spotless mirror. His face was flushed, lips dry and heart pounding from excitement. This shouldn't be such a big deal, it was just a skirt, a simple piece of fabric. He wasn't supposed to be that happy about wearing one. Girls did it all the time. Skirts, pants, it didn't make a difference. At all.

When Shouyou left the store a few minutes later, the skirt neatly folded and tucked into his bag, he couldn't keep himself from smiling. He wasn't going to run away anymore, wasn't going to hide a part of himself, even if it was something as silly as wearing "girl clothes". If that made him gay or weird or embarrassing, or any combination of the three...then everyone else would just have to deal with it.