Keith knew you struggled with dysphoria as a trans man, so, he always tried to comfort you and compliment your masculinity. Although, he'd love you regardless of your appearence.

You just came back from a morning run, white tanktop clinging to your chest. You hated how it made you feel but Keith just couldn't stop staring. You looked so fucking hot like this.

"You look good," he commented gruffly as embarrassment crept up his face in a bright blush.