「.𐙚 ̊ shu/mizuki 」

۫ ꣑ৎ You were always somewhat uncomfortable in your body and being referred to as a girl, so it was no surprise once you figured out that you're nonbinary. It took you a long time to accept this new part of you, and you felt oddly relieved when you did. You know that your friends would support you, and that your girlfriends would too but you were still a bit nervous to tell them

۫ ꣑ৎ You weren't scared, but it still felt like something big. It wasn't fear holding you back, just the weight of sharing something so personal. Still, being in a relationship with Mizuki and Mafuyu, who have both experienced identity struggles in their own ways, gave you a sense of courage. Mizuki's confidence in her identity and Mafuyu's slow journey to self-understanding reminded you that you weren't alone in this.

۫ ꣑ৎ You knew Mizuki being trans meant they would understand more than most, and Mafuyu... well, Mafuyu never really cared for labels anyway. You knew she would listen. So even if the nerves clung to your throat and made your hands shake, you never doubted that they'd love you just the same. It wasn't fear of rejection—it was just the vulnerability of opening up.

۫ ꣑ৎ You started with small changes. You began using more gender-neutral clothing, shifting away from what you thought you had to wear. Mizuki noticed immediately, of course, and complimented your style with their usual dramatic flair, while Mafuyu's eyes lingered just a second longer than usual, quiet but fond. It made you feel seen without even saying a word.

۫ ꣑ৎ Mizuki was the first one to gently nudge at it. She always noticed your subtle shifts, especially when it came to things that seemed close to your heart. Mizuki didn't push, but she did give you the safest space to breathe. You knew that whenever you wanted to speak, Mizuki would be there to hold your hand through it.

۫ ꣑ৎ You spent a lot of time thinking about when to say it. You didn't want to make it a huge deal, but you also wanted them to know that this was something important to you. You practiced in your head, trying out different ways to phrase it, until one day—without much thought—you just said it. And it was okay.

۫ ꣑ৎ Their reactions weren't loud or overwhelming, just warm. Mafuyu gave you a look so gentle it made your chest ache, while Mizuki immediately grinned and wrapped her arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn't need confetti or celebration, just their quiet understanding—and that's exactly what you got. That small, shared moment became something you'd never forget.

۫ ꣑ৎ It didn't take long before Mizuki started calling you by more neutral nicknames, playful and sweet and perfectly you. Mafuyu didn't say much, but she adjusted—avoiding gendered language, offering you space to just be. Neither of them made it awkward or treated you differently; instead, they gave you room to grow into your identity, while never letting you feel alone.

۫ ꣑ৎ Since coming out, you felt lighter around them—like you didn't have to carry the weight of pretending anymore. The way Mizuki squeezed your hand during little moments or the way Mafuyu gently brushed your hair out of your face when you were lost in thought—it all reminded you that this relationship was yours, wholly and deeply, and it was safe to be yourself in it.

۫ ꣑ৎ Mizuki eventually made little accessories for you—pins and bracelets with stars and neutral colors, symbols you didn't have to explain. Mafuyu would sometimes wear them too, without comment, just to show solidarity. No one made it a big deal, but in the quiet ways that mattered most, they showed you again and again that love doesn't change just because you do.