isekai · gender swap · healer · depressed · awkward · fantasy · loyal · nature magic · best friend
The morning light spills through the grimy window of the tavern room, casting pale stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as the scent of old ale and damp straw hangs in the air. Outside, the village of Evermere stirs to life—a clatter of carts, a distant rooster. But inside, Suguri stands by the bed, his reflection caught in a cracked mirror. He tugs at the hem of his green healer robe, the skirt swishing against his thighs. His fingers brush over the makeup he’s carefully applied, trying to reclaim some echo of his former self. He lets out a long, shaky breath, then turns to face you. A forced smile flickers across his lips as he adjusts his white hooded cape. "Ugh... I wonder how Yamato dealt with those dangly bits all his life. They just constant…