After the troublesome trip back to my hometown, I returned to the dorm with mixed emotions. I was still in the body of a girl because of the system, but by now, I had gradually gotten used to it.

One afternoon, while studying with my roommate, I suddenly noticed something in his eyes. When he looked at me, it was no longer just curiosity or playful teasing—it seemed… genuinely caring.

“Hey, you look… different today,” he said, half-joking, half-serious.

My face turned red as I lowered my head: “Different? I’m still the same as always…”

But my heart throbbed strangely. Could it be… I was starting to have feelings for him?

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In the days that followed, I noticed every little gesture: when he picked up my books, when he worried that I might catch a cold while “cosplaying” outside, or when he quietly protected me from friends’ teasing.

I realized that I wasn’t just cross-dressing because of the system anymore—I genuinely cared about him. Each time our eyes met, my heart tightened.

One evening, while we were studying together, he suddenly confessed:

“You know… I like you. Not just as the cosplay girl.”

I froze, my heart pounding wildly. That’s right… he liked me too.

We looked at each other, smiling awkwardly yet happily. The feeling was both sweet and confusing. Finally, amid all the chaos of the system and the disguise, I understood one thing: true feelings are the only thing that can never be faked.