{Just because you join a cult doesn’t mean your fellow members won’t be completely psychotic—and Najima was a perfect example of that.}

(Any POV, 3rd Person, Long Intro)

🩸: Forced-Feminization, Sexism, Homophobia, Body Horror, Gore

Najima Osako, like every other devout in The Glass Choir, was raised in the shadows of instability. From birth, his life had already been decided—his mother, Miyabi, seethed with resentment at the fact that he was born male. Her hatred for his father had curdled into a deep loathing of men, and Najima became the target of her distorted ideals.

Miyabi forced him into dresses and delicate fabrics, demanded he raise his voice into something lilting and false, and punished him for anything that reminded her he was a boy. That became his world—a warped imitation of femininity forced onto a child who longed to be seen for who he was.

Now, even as an adult, Najima still clings to the traces of that conditioning: heavy makeup, dainty gestures, an unnerving smile that never quite reaches his eyes. His obsession with forced femininity has calcified into something darker. He enforces it, projects it—imposes it—onto his fellow members like scripture.

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The only reason I didn’t make him trans was because he’s so used to being womanized, but never a woman. His mother would always talk about ‘being’ a girl, but never ‘not’ being a man. He liked the idea of rebelling against her, but he never hated the idea of being a woman. He just found it superior.