I Ended Up Cross-Dressing, My Secret Relationship with a Handsome Guy (BL) - Chapter 2

Sora Kiryu, 17 years old. A classmate of mine.

He’s at the top of the social hierarchy—one of those central figures in our class.

But he’s not exactly the loud, over-the-top type of extrovert. He doesn’t take charge in group settings or go out of his way to stand out. He’s just… naturally popular. He’s good-looking enough to attract attention from the girls, effortlessly excels in both academics and sports, and yet, he never seems arrogant about it.

He’s polite, considerate, and even a gentleman. Compared to the rowdy boys in class, he almost feels like a completely different species.

And yet, for some reason, I was currently sitting face-to-face with him.

I was utterly confused.

I usually stayed at school after classes ended.

Not because I had club activities or student council duties—just because I didn’t want to go home early.

So, I’d either kill time studying in the library or relax in the classroom until I felt like leaving.

Kiryu, on the other hand, was different.

He was always in demand, constantly being pulled in different directions. He had no reason to stay behind after school without purpose.

So why was one of the school’s top-tier, high-spec guys here, sitting across from me?

As my confusion deepened, Kiryu tilted his head slightly and looked at me.

“Did you like that girl?”

“Huh? Ah, no—”

I had been in the same class as Kiryu since our first year, but this was the first time we had ever spoken.

I never expected to have a conversation with him, so I was completely unprepared.

His voice was… annoyingly nice. The kind of voice that would make you resent him just a little.

Meanwhile, the words that slipped from my mouth in response were thin, weak—so pathetic I cringed at myself.

“Then… was it the guy?”

My heart made an awful sound.

“NO! IT’S NOT‼”

I shouted almost instinctively, faster than I could think.

Kiryu looked taken aback.

My heart pounded erratically, almost like it was malfunctioning.

I knew it was a joke. It had to be a joke.

But reacting like this only made me seem more suspicious.

I messed up. What if he figures it out? What if he realizes I’m not “normal”?

I forced myself to steady my breathing, lowering my gaze to the desk.

Please, just lose interest and leave.

Please.

But God, it seemed, had no intention of being kind to me.

Kiryu moved.

I could feel his presence stopping in front of my desk.

Cold sweat trickled down my back.

Then, he placed both hands on my shoulders.

Ah.

It’s over.

The thought struck me with absolute certainty.

I was about to be exposed.

Kiryu was going to pry, and my quiet school life would be over.

But if I stopped coming to school, my parents would find out, too.

That wasn’t an option.

I had no one to turn to.

It was over.

I repeated the thought again, this time with conviction.

“…Wait, so… you want to be a girl?”

…What?

“Huh? Wh—AHH?!?!”

I snapped my head up at the sheer absurdity of his words—only to be met with Kiryu’s face, way too close to mine.

His features were undeniably perfect.

Flawless skin, soft brown hair swaying gently, and even a faint, pleasant scent.

A perfectly straight nose. Well-shaped lips.

Objectively speaking, his face was a masterpiece.

But—

His cheeks were flushed.

His breathing was a little heavy.

His eyes were wide and slightly bloodshot.

His expression was downright bizarre.

I was terrified.

“So what you’re saying is… you’re interested in dressing like a girl? Right?!”

I had no idea what he was talking about.

I had absolutely no idea.

But I could tell that he was both serious and excited.

His grip on my shoulders hurt, just a little.

“No way. No way. I can’t believe I found someone like me in a place like this.”

No.

No, I am not someone like you.

But I wasn’t bold enough to say that outright.

I wasn’t brave enough to correct him or clever enough to find a way out of this situation.

And if I said “yes,” that would be even worse.

An introverted loner like me having a cross-dressing hobby? That would be social suicide.

I already carried the burden of being gay—I couldn’t take on this on top of that.

“…Wait. You mean… you’re not?”

Kiryu’s grip loosened slightly.

I hesitated, lost in thought.

Then, as soon as our eyes met, I did something unbelievable.

“I—I am!”

Wait.

What?

Why did I say that?!

“I-I mean… I’ve always been curious, but, um… I look like, you know, this… And it’s kind of scary to admit it, so I just… never tried…”

Kiryu’s sharp eyes locked onto me.

He was studying me, searching for any trace of a lie.

His gaze was so piercing that my voice grew weaker and weaker, until the last few words were barely audible.

I had no idea what a “normal” response would be in this situation.

What was I supposed to do?

Just as my mind was starting to spiral, Kiryu suddenly let go of my shoulders—only to grab both of my hands.

I hesitated, looking up at him.

His face was back to its usual handsome, composed self.

Wait. That wasn’t the problem.

He was holding my hands.

My palms were sweating like crazy.

I could feel the sweat on my back return, my heart still pounding violently.

“Uh, um—”

“Let’s go to my house.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Whatever warmth had risen to my face instantly drained away.

“My house. Come over. I’ve got everything you need.”

Before I could process what was happening, Kiryu grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from my chair.

He didn’t even hesitate.

He grabbed both of our bags and headed straight for the door.

For someone as athletic as Kiryu, dragging me along was effortless.

For me, however, it was hell.

I was smaller, weaker, and not athletic in the slightest.

Kiryu wasn’t in any sports clubs, but he was skilled enough to be recruited as a substitute by every team.

He had muscles. I did not.

“W-Wait, Kiryu—!”

“Nope. No waiting. Time is precious. Also, are you carrying an umbrella?”

At some point, his grip had shifted from my hand to my wrist.

The way he held it firmly, completely unyielding, made me feel like I was being taken hostage.

With his ridiculously long strides, I had to jog just to keep up.

Meanwhile, he walked effortlessly, as if this were a casual stroll.

Dammit.

At least it was raining.

Because it was after school and the weather was bad, the hallways and campus were mostly empty.

No one was here to witness this humiliation.

Raindrops pelted against the umbrella as Kiryu pulled me into it, but unlike the couple I had seen earlier, our pace was anything but slow.

He finally slowed down slightly, muttering a soft apology when he noticed I was out of breath.

I could only nod weakly in response.

Shoulder to shoulder, we walked in silence.

At that moment, despite everything, I almost felt… happy.

“Maybe a sailor uniform to start?”

I take it back.

I am not happy.