Blooming period

"To My Flower Season, Ten Years Overdue"

Despite being a boy, I liked wearing skirts.

From childhood, I hid this side of myself, living within societal expectations. I never imagined being understood or freely being "myself" in front of others, until here, meeting these people.

As both a photographer and a model,

over four years of campus life, since meeting these people, every day was spent together, taking photos, laughing. Every scene was an unexpected delight. Because of their acceptance and kindness, what was once "unusual" became an ordinary part of daily life.

Flowers bloom in their season, the wind does not betray.

Thankful for every kind soul in this world.