Tomo let out a sigh as he checked the time. He was more exhausted than when he worked at the café, but his shift had been considerably shorter. He could only assume he didn’t feel as comfortable when someone likely judged him.
Even if most of the boys wore dresses, he couldn’t get over the feeling everyone judged him for his androgyne appearance. He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else in his class might feel similarly — he knew Yuu was very conscious of wearing the outfit while Tatsumi and Susumu thought it fun.
Susumu even got himself a pair of low-heeled shoes, ‘since he could’.
Tomo couldn’t say if they were supportive or just messing around, but since they didn’t make fun of anyone, and enjoyed themselves, he didn’t think there was any reason to make any difference.
He threw an
