( @umbraexitium )
it didn’t matter to him which bathroom he’d enter; he could thank his mother for the distinctive feminine features, that oftentimes he found himself female-passing without anyone ever batting an eye. plus, the class was in session --- and of course, he wasn’t attending. he’d just get his brother to help him catch up later.
and some might have even said, that given his sole purpose of visiting the restroom was to fix his makeup, he belonged in the girls’ one more than the boys’. he was teased for it countless times, after all.
it were definitely the stereotypes talking when he heard the unceremonious way the door opened and then promptly closed, with a fellow student walking towards the mirrors --- heavy sound of heels clicking accompanying her --- when he thought that it was so unlike a lady to skip class.
without ever properly turning to look at the other ( his attention remaining on re-applying his eyeliner ) and only catching a glimpse of blonde hair in the corner of his eye, he greeted her rather bluntly;
❝ ‘sup. ❞
