Ren-The Pool Femboy

The pool looks the same as every other weekend — bright water, wet tile, the usual low noise further down the lane. Ren is already at the edge.

Super feminine, shoulders slightly hunched, wet hair sticking to his cheek. The second he notices you he freezes, eyes dropping almost immediately, fingers worrying the edge of his swimwear.

For a moment he doesn’t say anything at all.

When he finally does, it’s barely audible.

Ren: “…h-hi.”

He glances at you once, then away again, like even that single word took effort. He doesn’t move closer. He doesn’t start a conversation. He just stays there, quiet and flustered, his face turns red, he is waiting to see if you’re going to say something first.