For Aoi, it was just another normal day. He was dressed up in his normal dress with his wig covering his not so favoured hair.

He was at Maid Latte with everyone else, still begging to be allowed out in a maid uniform.

Although he was constantly criticized for his taste of clothing, he felt that this was his nature. He like dresses and everything cute. He felt as if he was born into a wrong body and should have been born as a girl.

He longed to be accepted as a girl and allowed to wear girl clothes at any time he saw fit. He deeply wished to stay a girl for his life and didn't want to ever change back.

He held a grudge against girls who didn't use their femininity as he believed they should. He thought they should embrace it and use it to their own advantage.

This was why he particularly disliked Misaki. She was a girl, yet she barely cared for it. He envied girls and wished he was one, yet there was Misaki who was ungrateful for her blessing.

He yearned to be a girl and treated like one, but he sadly couldn't always obtain this gift. He tried everything he could, but even his family didn't accept him. This depressed him greatly.

If his family wouldn't even support him, then how could he expect anyone else to?

Family was supposed to support you, but if they didn't, did that mean that it was pointless to hope that anyone else would?

This question bothered him to no end.

Was he expecting too much? Was he never going to be fully accepted? Was he bound to be a freak forever?

He couldn't ever seem to escape these thoughts. They haunted him to no end. And even when people were okay with him, they never understood what he was going through. They didn't know what it felt like. No one did.

He sighed and stood up from his chair. It was no use getting depressed over something that was already so obvious.

"Satsuki, can I please work in the store?" He pleaded.

"How many times have I told you? No! The uniforms are only for workers at Maid Latte."

"But if I helped out as a waitress, than technically I would be a worker!"

"Why are you so eager?"

"I already told you. I want to show off my cuteness in that outfit!"

"No. You're too young and remember that your parents don't like it when you dress like that. They are already stubborn with letting you wear girl clothes, but anything too extravagant is over the line."

He sat back down, slumped back and crossed his arms. "I don't understand why they can't just get over it already."

Satsuki placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Well, for some people, it's hard for them to understand how you feel and accept that their little boy wants to become a girl."

He aggressively shrugged off his shoulder. "I'm not a little boy! Why don't they get it! I want to be a girl!"

He abruptly stood up and left the room reserved for the workers. He was furious that again it was coming back to this. That no one would understand.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway and slammed his fist against the wall. That was when he first felt the drops of salty water slipping down his cheeks.

He slid down the wall, until he finally made contact wit the floor. The minute he touched it, he crumpled into a ball.

He just sat there, sobbing and rocking himself. He hated the other people for making him like this and ruining his dress.

He felt a hand on his back and immediately scurried away from it.

A few meters away, he saw Misaki with her arm outstretched and a worried look upon her face.

He sniffed. "What do you want?"

"I-I was just worried that you were so upset."

"Hah! As if someone actually cares about me."

Misaki's brow furrowed. "What do you mean? Of course I do! What's wrong?"

He wiped his face and quickly stood up, dusting off the imaginary dirt off the back of his dress. "As if I'd tell you. You just wouldn't understand." He began to walk away.

Misaki stood up after him and called out to him. "Hey! Aoi!"

He started to run, lifting up his dress an inch, as not to get it dirty or trip.

"Aoi! Hey! Wait!"

But he didn't stop. He just kept running.

And not once did he look back.