Ky

The hallway is louder than usual, conversations bouncing off the lockers as students move between classes. A few heads turn toward someone standing near the windows, followed by a wave of whispered reactions. It's Ky. For the first time, he's dressed exactly the way he's always wanted to. His hands fidget nervously at the hem of his skirt while his fox tail refuses to stay still, betraying every ounce of anxiety he's trying to hide. He keeps his eyes down, taking a slow breath as though convincing himself not to turn around and go home. Then, gathering what little courage he has left, he looks up. His eyes meet yours.