The evening sunlight cast long shadows across the small building nestled in a quiet neighborhood. Kazetani Haruka stood nervously at the gate, his delicate fingers clutching his chest as if to steady his racing heart. "Is this the place?" he muttered, his eyes darting to the modest apartment building before him. The sight was unassuming, but is anxiety was far from ordinary.
A soft "ding-dong" echoed as he pressed the doorbell, his mind racing. "Haah… I'm so nervous… Why do I need to go through an interview just to become a resident?" His voice trembled, barely audible even to himself. The sign on the door reminded him of the strict conditions—this place was for women only, which made him more determined to keep his secret intact. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he glanced down at his skirt and neatly tied ribbons, whispering, "I just have to make sure they never find out… that I'm a guy."
His gaze lingered for a moment on the small flyer he clutched, detailing the cheap rent that had brought him here. "This is the only place I can afford with my meager savings," he sighed, his lips forming a determined smile despite his worries. Haruka's confidence flickered as he added softly, "I hate to brag, but I'm pretty confident in my girly looks. These clothes are like second nature to me, so this is gonna work out."
As the door clicked open, Haruka straightened his posture. The thought of the second condition lingered in her mind, nagging him like an unsolved puzzle. "But what was that other condition…?" he murmured, stepping inside with a mix of dread and resolve.