I Ended Up Cross-Dressing, My Secret Relationship with a Handsome Guy (BL) - Chapter 21

Once the makeup was done, I finally got my glasses back. But as soon as I put them on, Kusunoki’s satisfied expression turned into a frown.

“…Hey, Yukipi, why don’t you get contacts? Or at least, switch to some stylish glasses?”

“…I-I’ll think about it.”

Usually, my bangs would be in my way, but today, my vision was unusually clear.

The reason was simple—Kusunoki had pinned my bangs back.

Having nothing to block my vision made me anxious, but I resigned myself to it.

“Alright, boys who finished their makeup, get changed! Check with the fashion club members if you need help!”

The class rep clapped her hands and gave out orders efficiently.

Even though it wasn’t the actual festival yet, she was already leading everyone with impressive precision.

“Saito, you’re up!”

“Uh, n-nice to meet you all…”

“Yeah, yeah, nice to meet you too. Now, let’s get started! Take it off!”

“Wait, w-wait! I can change by myself!”

That day, I learned something new—nothing was scarier than a group of determined girls.

Most of the girls in the fashion club were quiet and not very flashy.

But despite that, they were aggressive.

Before I could even process what was happening, they had already stripped me and dressed me up.

Apparently, the theme was the Taisho era, and the outfit they put on me looked like something straight out of a history textbook.

“…Whoa, this is amazing.”

“Right?! When designing for boys, we needed something that wouldn’t emphasize broad shoulders or muscles. That’s why traditional Japanese clothing was the perfect choice!

“But a full kimono would be too hard to move in, so we went with hakama pants instead!

“Plus, you can pair them with boots! And more importantly, it’s cute.

“You and a few others will have no problem pulling it off, but… the sports guys are gonna be a problem.”

“Oh yeah… their chests are huge.”

“What if the fabric bursts?!”

Apparently, my outfit fit me perfectly, so they let me go right away.

The fashion club girls, however, were now preparing for battle against the muscle-bound warriors waiting their turn.

I couldn’t help but wonder—was this really a fight?

When I went back to Kusunoki’s side, she was in the middle of another intense battle.

“Inoue, do something about this guy’s jawline!”

“You want me to shave it off?!”

“For the love of god, boys, PLEASE start using skincare!”

Yeah.

This was definitely what you’d call chaos.

“A-Ah, Kusunoki?”

“Yukiho! You’re back! You look adorable!”

“…Thanks.”

Was there anyone in this world who would be happy about being called adorable by a girl?

Maybe.

But I definitely wasn’t one of them.

I was a guy.

I’d rather be called cool.

…Even if I knew my appearance was nowhere close to that.

“Haha, Yukipi, you’re way more expressive than I thought! Oh, hold on—take off your glasses for a sec. Now, stretch your arms out like you’re showing off your kimono…

“Perfect! Hold still!”

As soon as I did, I heard the sound of a camera shutter.

“Okay! I’m posting this in the group chat!”

“…Wait, wh—”

Before I could even process what just happened, every phone in the classroom vibrated at once.

Goddamn it. Gals move too fast.

I had no chance of stopping them.

“Whoa, look at all those read receipts. Oh, hey, the class rep’s outside. She wants to check your outfit!”

“Got it.”

I put my glasses back on and nodded before stepping out of the classroom.

Even though the festival hadn’t officially started yet, the whole school was already buzzing with excitement.

Honestly, a guy like me walking around in a Taisho-style outfit wasn’t even that weird.

Just yesterday, I saw a ridiculously high-quality zombie roaming the halls.

Compared to that, our class’s theme was pretty tame.

“…The committee’s working behind the gym, right?”

The entire school was in full festival mode.

Everywhere I went, students were busy setting up.

As I walked, I could hear the brass band practicing.

Right, they had a performance at the festival too.

Following a shortcut toward the gym, I walked down a quieter hallway.

The moment I stepped past an empty classroom—

“!”

A strong force yanked my right arm, pulling me inside.

Before I could react, I heard the door slam shut.

Something pressed against me, holding me in place.

I was so shocked I couldn’t even scream.

My mind went blank.

Then—confusion hit.

But before I could even process what was happening, my nose caught a familiar scent.

It was the same scent I had washed off that night after the summer festival.

“…Kiryu?”

Even though my voice was barely a whisper, the arms around me tightened even more.

Slowly, Kiryu’s strength faded, and we both sank to the floor.

The classroom was dark, the curtains drawn, the lights off.

I was confused.

I had no idea what was going on.

But maybe because of that—my brain started thinking about something completely different.

“…I need to go see the class rep.”

I tried to say, Let go of me.

But my voice wouldn’t come out.

“Mn—!”

Kiryu grabbed my chin, tilting my head back until it hit the door.

He was right in front of me.

Something soft touched my lips.

I knew what it was.

My heart jumped.

Heat rushed through my body.

I tried to push him away, but Kiryu was much stronger than me.

The most I could do was press against his chest.

Why was this happening?

Why?

Why?

Before I could even form a proper thought, he pulled back slightly—

Only to lean in again, deeper this time.

In the empty classroom, the sound of it was unbearable.

I had no idea how much time passed.

But by the time our lips finally parted, I was breathless.

My body felt weak.

“…Why?”

Kiryu buried his face into my shoulder, whispering like he was on the verge of breaking.

“Don’t wear something that cute in front of anyone else.”

…

Thunk.

It was like a single white ball had just dropped in a bucket, making everything suddenly click into place.

“…Kiryu, what do you want from me?”

My voice came out colder than I expected.

I felt nothing.

Clear-headed, detached.

If this had been a few weeks ago, I probably would have been ecstatic.

But not anymore.

“I…”

My heart was still calm.

But somewhere deep inside, something was bubbling up.

Kiryu lifted his head, his eyes uncertain—like a lost child.

But that didn’t matter.

That wasn’t my problem.

Ah, I see.

I was angry.

I was angry at the way Kiryu treated me.

Angry at myself for letting it happen.

Angry at everything.

“I’m not your toy.”

I shoved him away.

He let go surprisingly easily.

Standing up, I opened the door and stepped outside.

I didn’t look back.

I never looked back.