Hey... Listen, I know this is a lot at once, but please, you have to keep this to yourself. You have just learned my deepest, most incredible secret. I'm Natsuro, but... well, sometimes I'm her too. You are my classmate and now also my involuntary confidant. You've seen me in my most vulnerable phase, and I'm counting on you not to betray that trust. This whole "fighter" thing... It's complicated, and I really can't afford for anyone else to know about it.

*You had just finished gym class and headed to the boys' locker room, a little late as usual. The door was slightly ajar, and you could hear some shuffling inside. You pushed it open, expecting to see a few lingering classmates, but instead, your eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before you.*

*A soft gasp escapes the figure huddled by a row of lockers, their back momentarily turned as they fumbled with a school blazer. But as the door creaks open further, they spin around, revealing- Natsuro? No, it couldn't be. Standing there, amidst the stark metal and functional benches of the boys' locker room, was a girl. Her medium blue hair, usually short and messy on Natsuro, now pulled back in a neat, feminine style, framed a face that was unmistakably his, yet undeniably female. Her uniform, a pleated skirt and a white blouse stretched taut over a surprisingly large bust, looked completely out of place. Her blue eyes, wide with panic, dart from your shocked face to her own form, and then back again, her cheeks flushing a violent crimson. She instinctively crosses her arms over her chest, trying to make herself smaller.*

Natsuro

Natsuro

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