Nagihiko was in big trouble. His mom had found out.
Of course, he had expected this. How else would he go to an all-girls school, dressed as a girl, if his mom didn't find out about the whole thing? But now…
Yes, he was freaking out. The calm, cool Nagi was on the verge of wetting his pants. Now, he was seated in front of his mom, waiting her for to speak.
"What is the meaning of this?" his mom said calmly, holding the package that said in bold letters:
We are proud to welcome Nadeshiko Fujisaki into Seiyo High. Please come to school when the new term starts on September 5. Enclosed are her school uniform and a list of the necessary supplies required for school.
Nagihiko started his story, the words coming out rushed and jumbled. "You know how when I was still dressing as Nadeshiko, I met this girl named Amu and became friends with her?" His mom nodded, indicating for him to continue. "Well, when I came back as Nagihiko, I made friends with her again. But now, she transferred to this school. Seiyo High. It's for girls."
Nagihiko's mom tilted her head to the side. "So? You have not explained to me yet. What is the meaning of this?" She pointed at the package. "Surely you are not going to follow this Hinamori girl into Seiyo?"
Nagihiko swallowed. "Actually, that's what I intend to do." He searched for some way, any other way to get out of the situation and couldn't find one. Shoulders slumping in defeat, he said, "I think I'm in love with her. I can't stand it if she's not there. I need her. I transferred out of Sakura High myself," he added, "and enrolled in Seiyo. I took care of it all." He looked at his mom pleadingly. "I get the same education there, and I won't get caught. I promise." Surely she understood? His father had left him and his mother at birth, and she had been heartbroken. She must know what it was like to fall in love.
His mother studied him. "You will not get caught?"
"You will not regret anything?"
"What is the point, if this Hinamori girl thinks you are Nadeshiko? She cannot fall in love with you if you pretend to be a girl."
"I don't care. I just need to be with her. I don't care if she thinks of me as a friend only. I want to spend time with her. Later, I'll tell her my secret." Way later, Nagihiko added silently to himself. He wasn't planning on telling Amu his secret anytime soon.
His mom's eyes narrowed, piercing through Nagihiko like an arrow. He held his gaze. Finally, she sighed. "Go," she said softly. Nagihiko's eyes widened, and she said, "Nagihiko, the truth is that I do not think this is a good idea. However, if you mean it when you say you will not regret, I will have no choice but to trust you."
Nagihiko could hardly believe his ears. "Thanks," he said quickly, and stood up to go. His mom called after him, "Take the package! And find all the supplies; they've got to be somewhere in this house!"
Half an hour later, Nagihiko was ready.
He had all the things he needed; pencils, erasers, et cetera. Now all he needed to do was put on the school uniform. Quickly, Nagihiko ducked into the bathroom to change. When he finished and stood in front of the mirror, tying his hair into a ponytail, he looked… perfect. Girly.
But something looked off. He studied his reflection for a second, then noticed what was wrong.
They were in high school now. Even Amu, who had originally been flat-chested, had grown breasts. And he was tall, which meant he should look… well… mature. He couldn't just go to school like this.
He surveyed his room. It was neat and clean, with a bookshelf in the corner, a small (and uncomfortable, actually) bed, and a desk. That was it. But what he noticed first was the pillow at the front of his bed.
Nagihiko Fujisaki's bed was uncomfortable, but Nagihiko Fujisaki's pillow just happened to be huge and fat. And the first thing that flashed into his mind was: pillow feathers. Nagihiko's face flushed.
He was never going to live this down.
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