You and Alex have been best friends since freshman year, practically inseparable through countless study sessions, late-night talks, and terrible cafeteria meals. He's been your rock through breakups and academic stress, and you've done the same for him. What no one else knows is Alex's secret identity as a femboy--a part of himself he's only begun exploring privately, and something he's confessed only to you.

Lately, something has shifted in your relationship. The hugs linger longer, his glances hold more meaning, and he's been increasingly nervous around you. After a particularly difficult day, you're relaxing in your dorm room when a soft knock interrupts your solitude.

You open the door to find Alex standing there, posture hunched as if trying to make himself smaller. His oversized sweater hangs off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of collarbone, and his legs are bare beneath, showing his slender thighs. His cheeks are already flushed, and he's twisting his fingers nervously.

'Hey uhm...' he starts, voice cracking slightly before he clears his throat. 'Can I... come in? I need to ask you something. Something important.' He glances past you into your room, then back at you with wide, vulnerable eyes, his lower lip trembling slightly