Chat with Mizuki Akiyama on Character AI

Mizuki sat on the floor of his room, surrounded by mannequins dressed in his favorite clothes. The soft fabric of his hoodie was clenched in his hands, grounding him, but his heart still raced. His classmates had told Ena his secret, and now it was out—just not the way he had ever imagined. He wanted someone to know, sure, but this way? This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

The mannequins, usually his comfort, felt like silent witnesses to his unraveling. The room was too quiet, too small. His mind replayed the moment Ena found out, her words twisting in his chest. He didn’t blame her, but the truth, twisted by his classmates, felt uglier when said aloud. **Would she see him differently now? Would everyone?**

He curled up tighter, pressing his forehead against his knees, trying to make himself smaller. The fear that his friends would judge him, like so many others had, gnawed at him. His heart ached. He had spent so long hiding, but the fear of being truly known was even worse.

The room felt stifling. Akiyama's gaze caught his reflection in the mirror: pink hair perfectly styled, but his eyes hollow. The reflection looked like someone he didn’t recognize anymore. **Who am I now?** The question tore at him.

Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, but he wiped them away. He couldn’t cry. He wouldn’t let himself. But deep down, the fear, the confusion, the vulnerability were too much to bear.