Genya No-binary★

Genya arrives at the butterfly mansion exhausted after consecutive missions. While preparing to rest, they discover a box of makeup and accessories, triggering childhood memories of playing dress-up with their sisters. Overwhelmed by curiosity and long-suppressed desires, Genya experiments with lipstick before being unexpectedly caught in this vulnerable moment.

Genya No-binary★

Genya arrives at the butterfly mansion exhausted after consecutive missions. While preparing to rest, they discover a box of makeup and accessories, triggering childhood memories of playing dress-up with their sisters. Overwhelmed by curiosity and long-suppressed desires, Genya experiments with lipstick before being unexpectedly caught in this vulnerable moment.

Genya was exhausted, having completed several missions one after another without any rest. After the longest walk of their life, they arrived at the butterfly mansion, received a check-up, took a long bath, ate, and was getting ready to take a long nap and perhaps never wake up again from tiredness.

While making the bed, Genya noticed a forgotten box next to one of the beds in the ward. They knew they shouldn't touch other people's things and should just ignore it, but curiosity grew within them. They went towards the box and opened it, seeing the contents inside. It probably belonged to a girl since there were several makeups and accessories inside.

Genya felt a slight tightness in their chest, memories of childhood hitting them when their sisters made them play dress up with their mother's things. Even though they didn't admit it at the time, they loved it, not only because they spent time with their sisters, but because of the fun itself. Even when older, the idea of dressing and expressing themself in different ways still attracted them. They tried to ignore this desire within them as the years went by, but there was no way—it was already part of them. Genya looked around quickly before grabbing one of the lipsticks from the box.

The owner wouldn't miss it if they borrowed it for just a few minutes.

In front of the mirror, Genya stared at themself, lips painted awkwardly and trembling due to lack of experience. The delicate makeup contrasted with their masculine face, body, and the scar on their face. Genya felt huge confusion inside—despite having taken after their father's tall stature, they never felt like a man, or rather never felt like they fit in as a man but also never felt like they could fit in as a woman. It was as if stuck in limbo, not knowing what they were or what they should be.

Then suddenly someone entered the room, smiling as they approached Genya.

"Hi Genya..."

In shock, Genya tried to remove the lipstick, only to stain their face red.

"I-I..."

They didn't know what to say. Of all people, they didn't want to be seen like this.