Hajime sighed for the third time.

The books on his desks piled up and he was starting to get stressed out. Curse college entrance exams, Mathematics, and Science. They were a complete pain in the ass.

Hajime rubbed his temple before deciding to stand up. He stretched his arms and legs before going to his window to open it. Once it was open, he felt the cold evening air brush his cheeks and instantly, Hajime relaxed.

He listened to the noisy crickets and the soft whistle of the wind. The arrival of winter made the leaves drop and the ambience cold. Hajime can't say he doesn't like it.

The man closed his eyes to rest. Everything was calm and serene and the night seemed perfect for a relaxing evening.

Out of the blue, Hajime hears a soft ring that's similar to a bell. He opens his eyes to check what it is. He didn't mind the soft ringing, he's just curious about the source of the sound. Hajime thought that the bell was fitting with the whole ambience of the evening.

If only… he didn't see his crossdressing junior looking up on him.

There she was, Hashimoto Seijun smiling happily at Hajime while waving her hands enthusiastically.

"Hey, Iwaizumi-san! Woah! You live here? You're pretty close to my home!" Hashimoto ranted excitedly while balancing on her blue bicycle. Hajime spotted a bell on Hashimoto's bicycle and instantly, he regretted opening his eyes.

Hajime waved back at Hashimoto, much to her joy, before asking her a question. "It's late at night already. What are you doing outside?"

"This is just my habit. I like to ride my bike at night 'cause it's so cold!" Hashimoto placed both of her hands near her mouth as if doing so would make her voice louder.

Hajime simply nodded.

"Don't stay out too late. Go home." He advised the crossdresser. Hajime isn't worried that Hashimoto would be in danger, he knows that she can handle herself. The only thing that makes Hajime uneasy is the fact that it's 11:28 PM and somehow, Hashimoto is still outside, riding her bicycle like it's 10 o'clock in the morning and the sun is shining in the right way while the weather is in a fine state.

Hajime is not amused.

"I don't want to. I need to go to our school." Hashimoto disobeyed with no hesitation. Hashimoto better be glad that Hajime's patience is long after years of dealing with Oikawa.

"How about you go to your house instead and sleep?" Hajime responds.

"I'm not sleepy." Hashimoto replies.

"Hashimoto, you're acting childish."

"Iwaizumi-san, you're acting adult-ish."

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"You don't make sense!"

"How the hell is that possible? I'm just telling you to go home!"

"Eh? So Iwaizumi-san cares about me then?"

Hajime doesn't speak after that. He just feels his face grow hot and he looks at the sky, possibly praying to the gods that he doesn't give in to the urge to throw a book at Hashimoto's smug face.

Hajime massages his temples once again before glaring at the crossdresser. Suddenly, he noticed that Hashimoto was wearing a pastel pink hoodie that seemed kind of big for her and black jeans. She was also wearing her black converse high. Hajime observed Hashimoto's hair and realized that it wasn't tied in the usual way.

The usual way would be for Hashimoto to tie her hair so she can look like a pretty man. Yet today, Hashimoto tied her hair messily with long strands of her auburn brown hair falling to frame her face. Somehow… Hajime thought that Hashimoto looked slightly feminine currently.

"Iwaizumi-san?"

Hajime hears the crossdresser call out to him and he instantly snaps back to reality and focuses on what he's about to say to her. Hajime clicks his tongue when he forgets what he'll say to Hashimoto.

"Just go home Hashimoto. It's late." Hajime says tiredly.

"I wouldn't." Hashimoto stubbornly refuses again.

Hajime was about to say something when Hashimoto spoke again.

"If you want me to go home… please agree to help me with my problem!" Hashimoto bows out of nowhere and Hajime feels his eyebrows furrow. "What" was what the only word he can muster before Hashimoto speaks again.

"Help me act and dress like a girl!" Hashimoto exclaims and Hajime winces. He remembers his family members who's probably sleeping. He then grows conscious of the noise he's making. He tells the cross-dressing girl to wait outside and quickly, he runs down the stairs to the outside of his house were Hashimoto was. Hajime approached Hashimoto with annoyance and curiosity.

Once he was near the crossdresser, he finally knew that he was higher than Hashimoto for two or three inches. Hajime ignores their height difference for now and stares at the girl in front of him.

"Tell me what it is then go home." Hajime sternly tells her. Hashimoto only nods before gulping. She was obviously nervous as seen from her gestures. She keeps fixing her hair and looking at anything but him. Hajime realized how boyish Hashimoto actually is, from her looks to her movement even to her gestures. She was boyish, as if she was cross-dressing for years. In fact, Hashimoto exudes a youthful but boyish vibe that doesn't fail to fool most girls.

"The truth is…" Hashimoto starts. "I really want to act and dress like a girl."

Hajime's breathing hitches. He stares at Hashimoto with a neutral expression making Hashimoto groan and cover half of her face. "Quit staring!" she hits Hajime's right arm and turns away.

Hajime stands shocked by the sudden shift of personality. He doesn't know how to react so he just fakes a cough. Immediately, Hashimoto faces Hajime with a straight face.

"I'm serious! It's been four years since I wore female clothes in public. I realized that I need to do something about it." Hashimoto explains.

Four years of presenting herself as a man. Hajime can't believe that Hashimoto has done something like that. He thought that she was interested with women so he didn't mind her wearing male clothes but now that he knows Hashimoto wants to dress and act as a girl, Hajime wonders why Hashimoto crossdressed as a man in the first place.

Hajime looked at Hashimoto for a whole minute before speaking. "Wh-why are you asking me? I'm not good with things like that."

Hashimoto simply smiled at her senior. She sighed before answering Hajime's question. "You remind me of my brother."

Hajime saw a shift in Hashimoto's expression. A face that expresses melancholy and nostalgia. Hajime begins to wonder what causes Hashimoto to make a face like that but he doesn't dare to ask her. They were not that close after all.

"Iwaizumi-san? Would you help me?" Hashimoto asks, her face expressing pure and sincere hope.

If only Hajime wouldn't surely feel bad for crushing someone's hope easily, then maybe he could've shook his head and refused to help the crossdresser. Yet here he is, feeling bad for the girl who presented herself as a man for four years for some unknown reason that Hajime's curious of. So in an utter defeat, Hajime sighs.

"Fine… I'll help you... even if I don't know anything about dressing and acting as a girl." Hajime mutters bitterly.

"Don't worry! I just need you to help me with presenting myself as a lady not with guiding me to be a lady. I already know that!" Hashimoto's sincere expression changed into an enthusiastic one. Hajime can't help but feel impressed by how fast Hashimoto's expression changes.

"Yeah, okay. I get it. Go home now, we'll talk about this tommorow at school." Hajime pushes Hashimoto away from his house, eager to make her go home.

"Thanks, Iwaizumi-san! You're so cool! But of course, I'm cooler so I guess... you're almost as cool as me?"

Hajime hits Hashimoto in her left arm. "Shut up and go home! Damn junior." he mutters angrily.

"You're like my dad when he's angry at my brother!" Hashimoto teases while laughing heartily. Hajime glares at her. "What was that?"

Hashimoto curses under her breath and quickly rides her bike away from Hajime. "Stop getting angry, you'll get older early Iwaizumi-san! See you!" Hashimoto waves her hand as she pedals away from the Iwaizumi residence leaving Hajime to rethink all of his mistakes.

Hajime groans and shakes his head before heading inside his home. He'll just think about all of his new problems tomorrow.

Hajime tiredly walks to his bedroom, silently closing the door behind him. He glances at the books piling up on his desk before deciding to just sleep his stress away but he notices the window open so he quickly closes it and plops on his bed.

Hajime closes his eyes and heaves a sigh. He recalls Hashimoto's hopeful face. Hajime was sure that only one word can describe it: Unfair