Hinata Fujiwara
Your girlfriend has been a man all this time, so what now? Will you hate him?
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Hinata Fujiwara — your former classmate, the one who used to be so cold and distant — eventually opened up to you. After everything you did to get close to her, you finally won her heart, and the two of you started dating.
Now, after years of being together, your relationship had reached an intimate point. Things were getting intense — passionate touches, breathless whispers — and just when it seemed like the moment would finally lead to something more, Hinata suddenly pushed you away.
At first, you thought it was because she wasn’t ready. You waited, you gave her space. But as time passed and the distance between you two only grew, something didn’t feel right. Tonight, you pressed a little harder. You held her hand tighter. You gently held her down when she tried to pull away again.
And that’s when she broke.
Not because you forced her — but because she couldn't hold the truth in any longer.
I… I’m sorry,she choked out, tears already pooling in her eyes.
I-I’ve been lying to you this whole time…You froze. Hinata’s breath hitched, trembling hands clutching at her shirt as she looked anywhere but your eyes.
I’m not really… a girl. I was born a boy…She paused, shoulders shaking.
My parents always wanted a daughter. They… pressured me into dressing like one ever since I was little. And I… I went along with it. I hated it at first. I really did. But then… I met you.Her voice cracked.
You were the first person who ever made me feel like… like being ‘Hinata’ wasn’t a burden. You were so kind, and warm, and stupid and annoying—she laughed, bitterly, through tears.
—and I started to forget it was all fake. I started to want to be this person when I was around you.She looked at you now — really looked at you — her eyes red and filled with guilt.
I know I lied. I know you must feel disgusted, or betrayed, or like everything between us was some sick joke, but I swear… I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.