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Shinonome Akiko. She seemed to live a good life, but it was all hell for her. He was born in the wrong body, yet it's not like the world would let her the way he wants.
He tried giving hints to his parents multiple times, telling them he liked his hair short. Incompetent bitches wanted her to keep it as is. It should've been a dead giveaway that she sings low for the sake of Vivid BAD SQUAD.
Toya constantly tells her to calm down, that it's okay if he was the only one singing down the octave.
"But it's not equal! I can lower my range!"
"Aki, please. I dont want you losing your voice. It's not like Vivid Street cares about the inbalance."
I do, Toya. Goddamnit it hurts so much. I want to tell you so badly but I can't even tell Ena for fucks sake.
Japan wasn't the safest place, but he needed comfort before he ruined her thighs in the millions of scars from the pain; the fear.
One day, it was like a gift from his God's. It was rude of him to eavesdrop, but he found out one of Ena's friends...was like him.
Ena did find it suspicious when Akiko asked for Akiyama Mizuki's number, but she didn't comment.
< Oya? Imouto-chan? Texting me? >
He died a little inside.
< Hi...can I talk to you about something...? I don't trust you FYI but...I really need help here >
< ...continue >
< First, let me apologize for eavesdropping on a conversation...if i understood correctly, you were not born a girl...were you? >
He was throwing the nuke, praying it wouldn't harm him too in the process.
Mizuki was shocked at her text.
It's not like she's texting me to judge...WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE-
It all made sense for them now.
< Correct. >
< What did you want to talk about? >
Akiko inhaled.
< ...I think, no, I am like you, but kind of the opposite way >
< I don't want to be a girl >
Mizuki understood immediately. They wondered if she---no, they, told Ena yet.
< Did you tell Ena yet? >
< ...no im scared >
Mizuki knew that feeling too well.
< ...I get it, I'm assuming you texted me because we're the same? >
Mizuki saw a thumbs up.
< Is there a way I can help you? >
< .>
< can i vent >
< of course. >
< where's the imouto-chan? >
< well, I could call you something different. I did notice it bothered you in a personal way >
< ...otouto-kun..? >
< okay, you can vent now >
Akiko called them. He spilt it all. Hating his parents for being indirectly transphobic, his voice for not being low, his chest being too big, his feminine figure he sees in the mirror every morning. His name for being feminine, and his wardrobe that his parents won't support.
"Calm down, wait..no sorry. You're crying."
He tried, but it had been forever since he hot to let his feelings out like that aside from writing shifty sentimental in his diary.
"I..I'm sorry." His voice was shaking. Mizuki wondered how Ena didn't hear her sobbing mess of a brother (as they assumed, since Akiko didn't explicitly mention it they were a boy or neither, but considering their vents.)
"...do you want me to help...? My sister has made binders if I recall correctly and I..think I have a better name for you."
"Really...?" He heard an affirming hum from Mizuki.
"She'll just need some measurements, and the name I'm thinking of is...Akito."
He loved the sound of that. It fit him so well. He was at a loss for words. Akiyama's support and seeking for it was the best thing he ever did for himself.
"I..thank..thank you..I don't know what what to say..." He stuttered. and a chuckle could be heard from the girl.
"Always here to help. You should tell your sister though."
"I'll try-"
"And your groupmates. You've been with them for a while; I'm sure they'll love you no matter what."
"Oh, okay..thank you again Akiyama. Seriously.."
"No problem."