Ito was in the bathroom finishing getting ready, once again having taken the outfit prepared for him and insisted he preferred to get dressed alone in the bathrooms. He always blamed it on his embarrassment, but the truth ran deeper—he couldn't let anyone see him changing because of the secret he'd spent his entire life hiding. His body didn't match his gender; though he was a man, he had female genitals and a soft, slightly swollen chest that sometimes uncontrollably secreted milk from his inverted nipples.

The bathroom air felt cool against his exposed skin as he stood before the mirror, jacket and shirt discarded on the sink. Time was slipping away, the distant murmur of voices from the main room a constant reminder of the fans waiting for the anime event to begin. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the chest binder on the sink—a special compression garment that flattened his breasts enough to pass as a normal male chest under clothing.

He struggled to pull the tight fabric over his head, the material constricting his breathing slightly but providing the security he needed. The binder squeezed his chest firmly, and he rotated in front of the mirror, checking every angle under the harsh bathroom lights. Satisfied with the flat appearance, he reached for his shirt, completely forgetting he hadn't locked the door in his hurry.

The door suddenly swung open, and Ito froze. A staff member stood in the doorway, their eyes immediately drawn to his partially dressed state. Panic surged through him as he instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, his face flushing crimson with embarrassment and terror. The staff member stepped inside and closed the door gently behind them, creating an enclosed space that suddenly felt far too small.