Silent Acceptance

Stepping Out

Sawa pulled the brush through his hair once more before putting it down on the sink and admiring the effect. It had been a while since his last haircut, and the pale locks were starting to reach the collar of his turtleneck.

I'll have to get one soon, he thought. Work might start complaining if it gets any longer, and I don't think I can carry long locks well. Maybe if I were a couple of years younger.

Younger, with a less angular face that could do androgynous far better. If he were even younger than that, it would be no problem at all. He'd look downright girly. For a moment, he pictured himself about as young as Yukihito, and then Yukihito with a fall of dark hair over his face and he laughed. Oh no, Yukihito was destined to be handsome, with looks so sharp that he'd be beating all the girls back with sticks.

Of course, they'd have to get through Sawa first.

Sobering up a bit, he shook his head to clear his thoughts, not entirely sure if he was just being overprotective or not.

Done primping, he walked out of the bathroom, arms up in the air, stretching his back and relishing the softness of the knit turtleneck he wore. While he didn't feel quite daring enough for something like a dress, the fact that he got this shirt from MyCity, under the pretense of a gift for his mother, was enough for him. It was a shame that the lady's slacks he was eying were cut too high in the inseam or he would have been able to complete the outfit. With a hint of blush and a pair of silver clip-on earrings, Sawa felt the most comfortable he'd been in days.

He heard the key turn behind the front door. Yukihito was returning from taking out the trash. The door opened and the boy stepped in, holding a few envelopes.

“You look nice, Tsu-umm-Nagisa-san,” Yukihito said quietly, stumbling on the still unfamiliar name. “I'm sorry.”

Sawa smiled back, mussing his hair. “It's alright. As soon as you get used to saying it, maybe I'll get used to hearing it.”

He had haggled over a proper pen name up until the very last day for the story contest. It wouldn't do for some one named “Tsuneo” to send in a love story, in his own opinion. He wanted something softer and more feminine. After brainwashing, consulting every baby name book he could get his hands on and resisting the urge to ask his mother what she would have named him if he were born a girl, Sawa settled on “Nagisa”. He liked the sound of it and what could be more soothing than a “seashore”?

He liked it so much that he claimed it as his own and asked Yukihito to start calling him that whenever they were alone as often as he could. That way he would become accustomed to it, and it would also encourage Yukihito to talk more.

Yukihito playfully ducked the ruffle, flashing a tiny grin in return. He handed Sawa two of the envelopes that sported the new name. They were from Kirei, and he couldn't wait to see what they were about.

Sawa read the first letter out loud. “Dear Sawa-san, we hope to find you well. Kirei Publishing would like to welcome you on board as one of our newest authors in our Spring Collection! Your short story wowed our judges and we are excited to award you. Your prize money is included in this letter, and we will notify you when 'Pleasure's Past' hits the stores. Once again, congratulations!”

By the end of the letter, Sawa's smile reached from ear to ear. It was just what he had hoped, to get a work of his printed. While he waited for the news, he was already brainstorming for the next story he would send to Kirei, whether or not “Languish” made it in or not. He also penned a few story tales, which Yukihito gave high marks. It was nice to already have a loyal fan, no matter how unyielding the little brat was about his grammar and spelling at times.

The second letter brought the celebratory mood down a bit. “Reflections” didn't make the cut, due to the content. It was disappointing, but expected. The publisher didn't really deal with the subject of homosexuality often. It was worth a shot, though.

“Why not send 'Reflections' to Taboo?” Yukihito asked, taking the rejection letter and dumping it in with the flammable trash. Taboo was a publisher of most of the BL novels and collections they owned. He couldn't see any reason why they would reject the story. It would also give Sawa an outlet for a genre that he was really enjoying, which was always a good thing in Yukihito's opinion.

“I'll think about it,” replied Sawa. Simply sending in a draft was completely different than entering a contest. He had no agent, no money to afford one, and was just published. It would be quite a bold move. “My priority right this moment is figuring out how to spend this prize money properly.” He tapped his chin with a finger, humming as if he was deep in thought. “I know of a certain young man who will be turning 15 in the next couple of weeks. He was such a great help to me in getting this, I feel I must reward him in some way. I wonder what to get him. You wouldn't have any idea, would you, Yukihito-kun?”

Yukihito shook his head. He didn't know what he wanted for his birthday, and besides, it was Sawa's money. He should spend in on himself.

Sawa's smirk fell a bit. “You can't think of anything you want?” At the repeated head shake, Sawa sighed. “Well, we'll just have to start with some things you probably need, like shoes and a new bag for school, and...”

Taboo took a much shorter time in contacting Sawa about “Reflections”-two weeks later, right after Yukihito's birthday. All of the boy's arguing didn't keep him from receiving the promised shoes and bag and a little extra cash in his wallet. He did insist that Sawa to purchase a newer upgrade to the word processing software he was using, though. It would be a good investment.

The publisher wanted Sawa to meet one of their representatives face-to-face to discuss his story, which made him ecstatic. After a bit of phone tag, the meeting was set to take place in a lounge in Shinjuku ni-chome, a location Sawa was familiar with from his police days. His last case came to a head in the so-called “gay district” located south of Kabuki-cho. He was a little worried that one of his former colleagues would spot him on that side of town and word would get around as to the reason for his sudden departure from the force.

“And that's why I think wearing a suit to this meeting is a good idea.”

He fumbled with the soft gray tie as he expressed that fear to Yukihito while he got ready. The suit hadn't been worn since Yukihito's test, and even then he was beginning to hate it. He hated having to “keep up appearances”, no matter the cost. Sawa only hoped that he could disguise his discomfort well enough to impress the representative.

Yukihito didn't understand. From what Sawa told him, ni-chome had the be the one place in Tokyo were he could express himself freely. It tore at him to watch his uncle hide so openly. It just wasn't right. He couldn't even look the man in the eyes.

Tie fastened appropriately, Sawa pulled the darker gray suit coat over his shoulders and tucked his wallet into his pants. “I wish I'd given myself a bit more time to prepare. I don't even have business cards.” He quirked his lips in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Thought it would be hard to decide which name to put on them. What do you think, Yukihito-kun?”

Silence answered him. Yukihito had already left the bathroom.

“You know, this isn't easy for me either,” he said raising his voice just loud enough to be heard in the next room. “I don't want to be discovered by anyone by the prescient.”

“Then why not just be Nagisa?” Yukihito's voice was so soft that Sawa had to go into the living room to hear him properly. “Who would know if they saw you?”

Sawa opened his mouth to respond, but promptly closed. it. Yukihito had a very good point. He'd sent the story as “Nagisa”, Taboo wrote “Nagisa” back, so wouldn't it be a little strange to have some man in a suit appear in “Nagisa's” place?

Turning on his heel, Sawa marched back to the bedroom to change. Fifteen minutes later, he reemerged with a black turtleneck (he was begin to acquire more than a few), cream colored men's slacks, and an ivory and gold silk scarf pinned around his neck with a gold costume broach he'd picked up during the holiday season. A few moments to add some color to his face later and he looked much more calm, the smile returning in his eyes.

“So, can I face the world now? I've never done this before...”

The fear creped back as he bent to put on his shoes. What if he was seen by a neighbor? It would be hard to explain to the nice lady at the grocer that all that makeup he bought was for him. And what if someone was alarmed enough to investigate what kind of home Yukihito was living in. Perhaps the suit was a better idea after all.

“You're going to be late,” the boy in question remarked, looking at the clock over his head. Sawa only had 20 minutes to get to ni-chome.

“Just a second. I've got one more thing to do.” He pulled the scarf up and over his head, hiding his silver locks, and donned a pair of large sunglasses. The shades were large enough to hide his face. And then, he was ready.

Once Sawa set a foot out of the apartment complex, he was on the move. After looking around for any neighbors and finding none, he practically power walked down the sidewalk to the train station. He didn't stop nor look anyone he passed in the eyes, his head was slightly bent downwards and his satchel tucked close to his side. If anyone he recognized did see him, he wanted to make sure that they didn't look too close.

The train was entirely too crowded to even warrant his concern. It was easy to just blend in the early evening crowd, but the disguise stayed on. Still nervous about the upcoming meeting, Sawa distracted himself with his travel route. He would get off in Kabukicho and walk to the ni-chome district. With the written directions to Red Chair Lounge, he was certain that he wouldn't get lost once he got there. To Sawa's knowledge, Red Chair didn't get into a lot of trouble with the law, so it had to be fairly legit place. No risk of a sudden raid for him to worry about.

By the time Sawa arrived in ni-chome, the sun had sank behind the buildings. The district was slowly coming to life, with signs lighting up and the crowd slowly increasing. This early only those scrambling to their night jobs and tourists populated the crowd. The shades could come off now, and with a few minor adjustments to the scarf, Nagisa Sawa took his first true steps in the real world.

His eyes still darted back and forth, watching for anyone in uniform and his step were a bit slower. It was as if he was waiting for someone's disapproval, even surrounded by complete strangers. None came. As a matter of fact, Sawa was ignored. He was just another patron. The thought excited him. Maybe next time he'll wear more jewelry.

And there would have to be a next time. Many next times.

One quick glance at his watch informed him that he was running late, so Sawa picked up the pace. He dashed down the sidewalk until he turned a corner and collided with a smaller human-shaped object. Sprawling backwards, he wasn't able to regain his footing before landing on his back with a thud.

The next thing he noticed was a pair of dark eyes looking down at him, framed by dyed dark blond hair. On closer inspection, those eyes and hair belonged to a heart shaped, highly made up feminine face. A highly made up, worried face, to be exact.

“Oh my gosh!” the stranger exclaimed, extending a hand to help Sawa up. “I'm so sorry! I was just running so late and I wasn't watching where I was going and -oh my gosh, your clothes!”

Before Sawa could even respond, the mystery woman had him on his feet and spun around while she dusted off the back of his shirt. “Here, I hope this helps. I sure would hate it if some clumsy idiot ran into me and messed up my clothes.” With one last pat dangerously close to his bottom, she turned him back around, giving Sawa a good look.

She was shorter than he was, with the top of her head only coming to his chin, looking like a go-go dancer in a lime green dress and white knee-high boots. Perhaps she was a hostess, but why would she be in ni-chome instead of Kabuki-cho?

Lips painted pale pulled into a pout at Sawa's scrutiny. “You're not angry with me, are you? I said I was sorry and you're not even saying a word...”

“I'm sorry,” Sawa replied. “I mean, I forgive you. I'm all right, nothing's broken. I probably should have watched my step, too.”

“No problem, accidents happen, we forgive, we introduce ourselves and move on. I'm Ayame Mori.” She bowed a bit to him, waiting for a response.

It took a moment before Sawa could gather his own thoughts. The past couple minutes were a blur, leaving him nearly speechless. This girl came on like a freight train.

Bending forward, he responded in kind, stuttering over “Nagisa”. It was the first time he'd introduced himself to someone face to face. Once they both stood up straight again, Ayame's eyes held a hint of understanding in them.

“'Nagisa', huh? This is really your first time, isn't it? Of course it is, I've never seen you around here before. Don't you worry, it only gets easier after that.” She rifiled through her purse for a moment. “I'd love to stay and chat with you, but Toisho would have my ass in a sling if I'm late for work again. You should come by our store and visit me some time. I love to talk, as you can probably see, and besides-where's that damn card? Here it is!” Ayame handed Sawa a plain white business card. “And besides, us girls have got to stick together, right? See ya later!” Like a whirlwind, she was gone striding down the street and getting swallowed by the crowd. If it wasn't for the card in his hand, he wouldn't have believed that the moment happened.

The card read “Tomodachi: We know just what you need” and listed an address. It was located about three blocks from where Sawa stood. More than likely he'd passed it on the way. He would have to check out this “shop” later.

But for now, he was very late as well. Luckily, Red Chair was the next street over.

Sawa's tardiness didn't bother the Taboo rep, who turned out to be one of the head editors. Taboo was still a small enough company for Tetsuya Shimaru to insist on meeting potential authors himself.

Over drinks, the sharply dressed man presented Sawa with his offer. “Reflections” would be published in the “Rising Stars” issue of Kokakuro, their most popular story collection. It was a last minute decision, given that the book was to come out next month, but he felt that it was worth the inclusion. Getting in period was accomplishment enough.

If the reader response proved great, there was a definite possibility that Taboo would accept more works from him. The true prize was, of course, a full scale book deal. Sawa left the meeting feeling proud with a great deal of hope. He couldn't wait to get home and tell Yukihito the good news.

Ni-chome was really hopping by the time he stepped out of the lounge. People, primarily men, milled about on the streets. Well-polished men in suits stood in front of a host clubs, enticing customers while extravagantly attired performers called out from karaoke clubs and show bars. It was all so exciting from this new point of view. He couldn't wait to explore it all.

Well, except for one particular show bar. He didn't want to be recognized there. After all, he drew the short straw that fateful night to be the first to bust in.

The Tomodachi was a small storefront shop with a flashing neon sign declaring it's name. The windows were covered with a mural of a large dancing crowd. Under flickering track lights, the picture looked almost alive. Sawa would only slip in for a minute, just to say hello to the quirky little thing that bowled him over nearly an hour and a half ago.

The door opened with a cheery ring, announcing his arrival. So much for “slipping in”. The shop was well lit, displaying a variety of adult novelty items so blatantly that he wanted to put his sunglasses back on. Dildos of every shape, color and size lined one wall, various bottles of oils rested on small kiosks, and racks of magazines and videos sectioned the place off into neat diagonal rows. Beyond all of that, tucked behind a counter covered with poster of half and completely naked men, sat Ayame, who grinned from ear to ear and pushed a button on the TV set sitting next to her.

“You came! You actually came!” She ran around the counter, grabbed Sawa's hand and dragged him into the store proper. “Come on in, we don't bite...much!”

He was still attempting to take in the atmosphere, simply allowing Ayame to pull him along. If stealing a tube of lipstick months ago was reaching for desires, then just being in the store was watching his desires wave in front of his face like forbidden fruit just within reach. He could grab it, squeeze it, taste it and no one outside of here would know. Not his parents, nor his co-workers, not even Yukihito.

Yukihito was probably getting worried right about now, he thought, feeling his joy dampen a bit. I shouldn't stay here for long.

“So, welcome to Tomodachi,” Ayame continued, stopping them both just at the counter. “See anything you like?”

Sawa saw a lot of things that he liked, but he felt dizzy with the sheer blatancy of the store's wares. On closer inspection, the TV was muted with the screen displaying three naked men vigorously grinding against each other. The camera angles were so well aimed that it wasn't difficult to tell what act they were engaging in.

Ayame leaned over to watch as well. “This one just came in today. 'Victor's Spoils', it's called. I always make it a point to watch the new arrivals. It helps when trying to sell them. Here, I'll turn it up for you.” She pressed the mute button, and the room was filled with moans, gasps and groans so decadent it made Sawa jump in surprise.

His new friend giggled at his reaction. “You are new at this, aren't you? Don't be so jumpy, Nagisa-san. Will a tour of the place make it better?”

“That would be great. Thank you,” Sawa answered, his eyes not leaving the screen. The group of three quickly became four and it looked as if another man was poised to join in.

“We have a 3 day rental option.” Ayame lowered the volume to something a bit more reasonable. “You can take this home, get your jollies off once or twice and bring it back, no problem. Interested?”

He shook his head. There was no way he could bring something like that home.

Ayame shrugged her shoulders. “Oh well, if you ever are, the option is open. Now, the first stop of our tour; the owner of this lovely establishment. He's downstairs checking inventory...again.” With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she rounded the counter and opened the door behind it. “Toisho! We have a new customer! You should probably come up and say hello!”

Letting the door close on its own, Ayame addressed Sawa again. “Toisho's a real sweetie, honestly, but he takes this whole 'running a business' thing way too seriously. I think he finds his ledgers sexier than our latest shipments sometimes. Ah well, he's old and has been in this area for years, so he's probably seen it all. He's probably done it all, too, but he's not talking about that.”

The door swung open and a tall man stepped out. “That's because your sex life is far more colorful than mine, as you're always telling me, anyway,” he replied in a gruff voice. “How could I possibly compete?”

Though Ayame described him as old, Sawa only noticed a few worry line nearly hidden by shaggy bangs lightly streaked with gray. Even with the messy hairstyle, he had a look of quiet dignity that seemed out of place in an adult novelty store. The look he was currently giving Ayame was quite disapproving.

“You wouldn't be the one she knocked over on the her way here, are you? I hoped she actually apologized.”

Sawa was quick to answer. “Yes, she did, but it wasn't that big of a deal. I wasn't careful either.”

Ayame pouted. “See? I told you. I didn't hurt our first customer of the night. If you're done being so mean, I can continue showing Nagisa-san around. You can go back to counting the Magic Bullets for the twentieth time.”

Toisho instead took Ayame's seat behind the counter. “I'll just sit right here for a moment, thanks. Someone's got to watch the shop while you play tour guide.” He eyed the flickering screen. “I hope you haven't been too bored while you were waiting,” he snorted.

“Oh please, Toisho. You left that video up here on purpose. You didn't want your Ayame-chan to get all bored, didn't you?” She placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling sweetly.

Toisho faltered a tiny bit as he turned his head away. It wasn't obvious at first but it looked as if the two had a special sort of camaraderie as Sawa watched them. It was nice to see them interact.

The next stop on the tour was the wall of, as Ayame discreetly called them, “marital aids”. Sawa didn't give them a close look as he was being dragged through the store earlier. It was easier to deal with what he was seeing now that he'd calmed down some. Ayame gave a rather detailed spiel of the different types, the information being just a little too much to ingest all at once.

“And this,” she picked up the largest container on the wall. “Is so not for beginners, believe me.”

In her hands was a latex replica of a fist and forearm.

“That's supposed to go where?” Sawa exclaimed. He hoped it didn't go where he thought it did. How on earth would it fit?

Ayame laughed and he swore that Toisho chuckled quietly. Great, now they probably think he's a virgin, too.

They'd be right, but that's beside the point at the moment, he reassured himself.

“Inside, hon,” she calmly answered once her giggle fit subsided. “It goes just where the rest of this stuff would go. You'd be amazed what you can make fit with enough preparation. If you're done goggling, we can move on to the magazines. I'm sure I can find some photo evidence to prove it to you...”

“That's quite alright...”

The magazine racks were the next stop. All of them were wrapped in plastic, some simple pictures of nude men, others presented more active shots. Sawa found himself drawn to one entitled, “Dark”. The cover featured a man wearing an open jacket and leather pants opened and pulled down just low enough to free his erection, which he was grabbing with both hands. The look on his face was pure euphoria, as if the camera caught him just before climax. Sweat made his caramel skin glisten and weighted his dark locks down around his face. It all added to one package that made Sawa's heart pound. It would be okay to pick up on lousy magazine, wouldn't it? It'd be a lot easier to keep away from Yukihito's eyes than a video.

“Daisuke's a complete sweetie,” Ayame interjected.

“Who?”

“The model of the cover you're drooling at.” She pointed for emphasis. “He goes by Daisuke, and he's just as cute in real life. We've worked together for a few films.”

“You act?”

Just when Sawa thought that Ayame couldn't smile any wider, she did. “Of course I'm an actress. As a matter of fact, we sell some of my best work right here. Come on, I'll show you.”

As they walked from to the other end of the store, Toisho looked up from his ledger. “Look out, this is her favorite part, where she can talk about herself all night.”

Ayame glared at him. “Ignore him, Nagisa-san. He likes my movies but wouldn't admit it in court. At any rate, here they are right on the top shelf.”

Right under the sign that read “Tranny” in English was a shelf of about five video cases turned so that the front was displayed. Underneath that were the tons of other videos, packed in so that he could only see the spines. “Kiss and Tell”, “All Night Long part 3”, “Mysterious”. Sawa picked up and scanned the back of “Mysterious” and saw a very naked Ayame, sporting a short cropped wig, and a variety of other men. Suddenly it dawned on him what she meant earlier that evening with “us girls have got to stick together.”

“Don't look so surprised,” she said in a slightly deepened voice. Sawa guessed that that was her normal speaking tone. “Lots of people can't tell the difference anymore now that I got these.” She placed a hand over the gentle swell of her chest. “Hormones only take you so far. Thanks to these I'll be able to afford the bottom surgery soon.”

“You're still intact?” Sawa asked as he took a closer look at the box. The surgeon did a good job creating a believable pair of B cups.

“I sure am. Don't get me wrong, I think I get more work with a penis than I would without. It'll be hard to give it up.”

“I wonder if I'll have to go that far to be truly free,” Sawa thought out loud. His dream self didn't have breasts, but then again he wasn't sure if that was a finished product or a work in progress.

Ayame laughed. “Of course not, silly! It's not like you must go from one extreme to another. You just have to find your own shade of gray.”

By the end of the tour, featuring the book section, the two were fast friends. Sawa told her about the recent book deal as they browsed Taboo's recent offerings and Ayame made him promise to sign her copy when it came out.

Before Sawa knew it, an hour had passed and he was still chatting with both Ayame and Toisho. As gruff as he first came off as, the store's owner was a wealth of knowledge about the district. He might have made a great informant where Sawa still on the force. The mural on the storefront was Toisho's work; he spent much of his life as an artist before opening Tomodachi seven years ago.

Sawa decided on three novels to take home for himself and Yukihito. As Ayame rang him up, she winking and slipped him an unwrapped copy of “Dark”.

“This one is my own copy. You can borrow it, but you'd better bring it back. Toisho only allows me one of whatever I get with my discount.”

Sawa smiled, returning the wink. “Don't worry, I'll be back.” Looking at his watch, he sighed. “I've been here for longer than I thought I would. Yukihito-kun must be worried about me by now. I hope he will like the books”

Ayame clapped her hands over his, gasping in surprise. “And just who is this 'Yukihito-kun'? You can't just throw that out and walk away, I won't let you. Is that your boyfriend? Could you bring him by next time?”

Embarrassment caused Sawa's cheeks to burn as he jerked away from the grasp. The very thought was unbearable. “No! He's my...cousin. And he's entirely too young to come here.”

She didn't look as if she believed him. “And you're buying him smut? Hon, you're going to have to get a better cover story than that, especially if he's underage. That blush gives you dead away. Now shoo.” She waved her hands, cutting off his sputtering. “Go on home, and I want to hear all the details next time.”

Sawa took the time heading back to the station to muse over what had happed today. He was now a commissioned writer, doing work he was more than happy to do. He also walked out of his home dressed the way that made him comfortable (though he remembered to put the shades and scarf back on before boarding the train), and he made some new friends.

Even if one of his friends had the entirely wrong idea about him and Yukihito.

He wasn't going to tell Ayame the truth, that he was actually the boy's uncle. The two of them agreed that “cousins” just sounded better considering their 10 year age difference. When Yukie became pregnant, she and their parents teased Sawa by telling him that he would have to be more mature and responsible now that he was going to be an uncle. That didn't sit well with the 10 year baby of the family at first, but after a year or two he became quite protective of his little nephew.

Now as an adult and Yukihito's guardian, he was even more protective. He wanted to maintain that trust they had between them, no matter how intriguing Ayame's assumption sounded. Which it didn't. Honest. It was just his hormones talking. Being exposed to so much arousing stimuli at once was giving him all sorts of ideas. At least he now had his choice of proper outlets.


Dinner was already in progress when Sawa stepped inside the apartment. He was much later than he thought. Yukihito stood in front of the wok on the stove. He turned towards the door as Sawa came into the kitchen proper, giving a slight frown of displeasure.

“Let me explain,” Sawa began, feeling ironically like a henpecked husband. He was already taking the new books out of his satchel that he laid on the counter. “The meeting went really well, and I found this nice store, and I bought a few novels I'm sure you'll like, see? No more having to pay for postage for these and...”

Yukihito already had the books in his hands before Sawa could finish the sentence. It had been a couple of weeks since they've bought any new gay novels. Sawa knew he was forgiven at that point.

He pointed at the Kokokuro. “And here is where I will be featured next month. If it's received well, they could make me a regular author.”

The boy looked up from his presents with a huge smile on his face. “I knew you could do it,” he replied proudly.

“Thank you. And this time, your reward for being so helpful is the first crack at those while I finish dinner.” He gently spun Yukihito around and pushed him towards the doorway. “In fact, consider them yours. Just don't get caught with them at school, alright?”

Yukihito brushed past the satchel as he was being pushed, causing it to tumble to the floor. “Dark” spilled out in full view. After a moment, Sawa's embarrassed look met Yukihito's confused one and he could only say the first thing that came to his mind.

“That...that one is mine.”

Author's Notes

Once again, I'm very, very sorry for the delay. Thanks for all of your words of encouragement, it really helped me get motivated again.

The part that got me so nervous about posting this chapter was that I introduced a few OCs to the mix. I know how some people feel about that, and I was a little afraid to continue. Don't worry, though, my focus is and will always be on our two heroes here. I just thought that Sawa needed a new friend who has been there before at this point of his transition (Just wait until she meets Yukihito...hee hee).

This is also the first time I post this to the Nitta community, so I'm extra, extra nervous. Greetings anyone who came from there! I hope you enjoy what I've got so far!

Ah well, in our next chapter, it's Yukihito's turn to step out on his first day of school. Stay tuned!

"And just who is this 'Yukihito-kun'? You can't just throw that out and walk away, I won't let you. Is that your boyfriend?"