I Ended Up Cross-Dressing, My Secret Relationship with a Handsome Guy (BL) - Chapter 27

It had been some time since Yukiho confessed to me—since the cultural festival ended.

The autumn leaves had gradually fallen, and the air had turned crisp and cold, stinging my nose when I inhaled. Winter was approaching.

Ever since that day, something had been wrong with me.

“Kiryu-saaan, a cute first-year is asking for you~”

“…No. Absolutely not. Tanaka, go in my place.”

“Hey now, you can’t do that. The girl worked up the courage to come see you, you know? Confessing to someone takes a hell of a lot.”

There was no arguing with that.

Letting out a sigh, I got up and walked toward the girl waiting outside the door. She looked up at me, cheeks flushed with nervousness, and in a barely audible voice, murmured, “Thank you.”

I responded with an indifferent, “Hah.”

Then, as expected, I was led to an empty classroom, where she confessed to me.

I used to accept every confession.

I didn’t like seeing people cry, so I figured it was easier just to go out with whoever asked.

But it always ended the same way—I was the one being dumped.

The number one reason?

“You don’t actually like me, do you?”

I had always thought I treated them well.

But apparently, that wasn’t enough.

“…Haah.”

I sighed, ready to head back to the classroom, but then I saw Tanaka peeking through the door.

A vein throbbed in my forehead.

The guy was clearly enjoying himself at my expense.

I scowled as he laughed, stepping inside.

“Watching someone’s confession is a shitty hobby.”

“Hey, I waited until it was over before checking in~ Anyway, you’re getting confessed to a lot lately.”

“It’s a damn nuisance.”

“Well, can’t say I’m surprised. You’re practically screaming ‘I got dumped’ with your whole damn aura. Obviously, some girls are gonna see that and take their chances.”

“…We weren’t even dating in the first place.”

My voice came out hoarse, weaker than I expected.

The sheer pathetic sound of it made me stop in my tracks.

I sank into a chair, exhaling deeply.

And, as always, Yukiho’s face surfaced in my mind.

His expression when he confessed to me—so vivid, so burned into my memory that it haunted my dreams.

I had already been overwhelmed before the cultural festival.

And now, my head was completely consumed by Yukiho.

I hated how much space he took up in my mind.

I threw myself into sports, into studying—anything to distract myself.

But as long as we were in the same class, forgetting was impossible.

Even now, just a few words from Tanaka, and I was like this.

I really had lost it.

“…Thought so.”

I heard Tanaka shift toward the door.

I figured he was leaving—

But instead, he checked both sides of the hallway before closing the door.

I frowned.

His behavior was unusually serious.

Dragging a chair beside me, he sat down.

“What? What’s up?”

“Your little kitty… he’s Saito, isn’t he?”

“…Hah?”

My breath caught in my throat.

I was so taken aback that my reaction was delayed.

Tanaka took that as confirmation and exhaled, leaning back in his chair.

“Knew it. Yeah, now everything makes sense.”

“That’s not—”

“You took three seconds too long to deny it. Don’t worry, though—no one else knows.”

Tanaka might have been loud and carefree, but he was solid where it counted.

I let out the breath I had unknowingly been holding and leaned back as well.

For a while, we sat in silence.

But it wasn’t uncomfortable.

If anything, I felt a little lighter.

“…How’d you figure it out?”

“Back when we were painting sets behind the gym—you saw Saito’s picture and lost your sh1t.”

“…”

“And after that, I just followed my gut. Observed Saito carefully, compared his build with your little kitty… and, yeah, it matched.”

“That’s creepy.”

“Hey.”

He chuckled, then, after a pause, looked at me seriously.

“So? You’re telling me you fell head over heels for Saito-kun’s ridiculously cute crossdressing act? What, is he one of those innocent-looking types who’s secretly crazy sexy?

Because, honestly, I get it.

That level of crossdressing is dangerous, man.

Even I doubted his existence until I heard his voice. It was unreal.

So? Did you fall for his honey trap, only to get brutally dumped?”

“Shut up, Tanaka.”

I had expected judgment. Maybe even some kind of disgust.

But—of course.

Tanaka was just this kind of guy.

I exhaled deeply, pressing my fingers against my temple.

I frowned, debating whether I should say it, but in the end, I just spat it out.

“I was the one who made Yukiho dress like that.”

“…Huh?”

“I made him.”

“You didn’t have to say it twice~~! What the hell, am I really hearing my best friend’s twisted fetish confession right now?”

“You’re the one who stuck your nose in.”

“You’re the one who came to me for advice in the first place!”

And so, I told Tanaka how I got close to Yukiho.

As the story progressed, his expressions became more and more exaggerated. At some point, he probably started judging my preferences, but—well, it was Tanaka. He had a way of making me not care.

By the time I got to the part where Yukiho confessed to me, he looked completely dumbfounded, blinking in disbelief.

“You’re both in love with each other. Just go out already.”

“…You idiot.”

“Are you seriously still chickening out at this point, Kiryu-kun?”

“It’s not that—it’s just, we’re both guys.”

“…Hah?”

Tanaka gave me a look like I had just said the dumbest thing in existence.

When I instinctively flinched, he scowled at me again, even louder.

“Wait, wait, wait.

You KNEW he was a guy from the start.

And yet, you went on dates with him, kissed him, texted ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ every damn day.

And THEN, on top of all that, you got so jealous you did something completely insane—

And NOW, you suddenly crash headfirst into the whole ‘but we’re both guys’ dilemma?”

“Th-that’s not it! I don’t even know if I like Yukiho!”

“…Ohhh, for fvck’s sake.”

I turned my face toward the window, avoiding his piercing gaze.

The sun had started setting earlier these days.

Winter was coming.

I focused on that instead—desperate to escape this conversation.

But then, in a low, exasperated voice, Tanaka called my name.

Reluctantly, I turned back to face him.

“You absolute moron…”

Pressing his fingers to his temple like he had a headache, Tanaka groaned before finally speaking again.

“Alright, listen up, dumbass.

Picture this—

Some other guy standing next to Yukiho.

Everything you’ve done with him—someone else is doing it.

They take him out on dates.

They kiss him.

They have s3x with him.

And Yukiho? He loves it.

Because, duh, that’s his boyfriend now.”

For the first time, I actually imagined it.

Until now, it had never even crossed my mind.

But now, Tanaka’s words forced me to picture it.

And the moment I did—

I couldn’t stand it.

It made me sick.

Of course, it did.

I barely survived watching people hover around Yukiho during the festival—there was no way I could endure anything more than that.

I realized it just now—

Even just watching him smile at someone else was unbearable.

“…If just the thought of it makes you feel like sh1t, then that’s your answer right there.”

Tanaka sighed and stretched his arms.

Then, with a knowing smirk, he delivered the final blow.

“You’re a hopeless idiot, Kiryu.

So let me spell it out for you, You’re already in love with him.”