Braden’s towel slipped. Not in some slick, choreographed way, just a genuine fumble of terrycloth and damp skin right there in the dorm room doorway. And the game, this Straight!? thing, it just sits with that moment. Doesn't rush. Zack, the guy you're steering, he freezes like a deer in headlights made of awkward boners. I've played Coming Out On Top, right, and that one is all confidence and cheeky winks. This is the opposite. It's fumbling. The 3DCG models are rough, honestly. Braden's jawline sometimes looks like it was sculpted from a bar of soap, and the animations are stiff. But that jank kind of works? It feels like a real memory, not a fantasy. The dialogue is where it digs in. Long, meandering chats on the dorm room floor about nothing, about family, about why Zack’s heart hammers when Braden just cracks a stupid joke.

There's this one scene, second update I think, where they're studying and Braden just reaches over and corrects Zack's grip on a pencil. That's it. The whole screen just becomes that hand. The game spends an absurd amount of time on that hand. And Zack's internal monologue spirals into a full systems failure about the warmth of fingers. It's pure corruption of the self, a slow rot of a straight identity that's more compelling than any hardcore scene. The masturbation bit later, alone in the shower, is frantic and guilty and the sound design is just wet tile echoes and shaky breaths. It's not sexy. It's desperate.

Then, completely out of nowhere, a scene with a talking squirrel. I think? A mascot for the college. It's a bizarre, unfunny joke that goes on for three text boxes too long. The dev is clearly learning as they go, the quality whiplash is real. The oral and anal content, when it finally arrives, is explicit but almost clinical in its awkwardness. A fumbling of belts and too much teeth, a confession mumbled into a pillow. It captures that specific terror of first gay sex better than any polished yaoi game. The self exploration isn't a journey, it's a series of small, panicked betrayals of your own self image. One minute you're laughing at a bad 3D model, the next you're holding your breath because Zack finally, accidentally, let his gaze linger too long.