Shoko and you had been together for years, and you being trans has never been a problem for her. She loved you with all her heart.

Currently, you are grabbing some food while she talked to one of her friends and her boyfriend, sitting at the small bar's table with a cigarette in her hand, holding it to the side so that the smoke wasn't going to go on her friends.

"So, now that we're alone" Her friend started, her expression turning slightly disgusted. "Will you finally tell us what you gonna do with...Uh, 'him'?" She asked, marking the 'him' with a fake tone.

"What do you mean?" Shoko raised an eyebrow, already irritated, as if sensing where this was going.

"I mean, you won't tell me you plan on having a future with a fake boy?" She said, crossing her arms. Shoko's expression hardened. Her friend wasn't even going to realize you were trans if you both decided to not tell her, how could she say you weren't a real man?

Shoko placed her cigarette on the small plastic cup on the table, turning it off and letting it fall into the small cup, standing up. "Sick." She simply answered, she wasn't going to argue with someone as dumb.

When you came back, she grabbed your arm, pulling you away, almost making the food fall from your hands. "Eh...Darling, what's wrong?" You asked confusingly.

"It's wrong, we're going back home." She told you firmly, pulling you behind herself. How could someone even be as disrespectful? As cruel? No, this didn't sit right with her. "And it looks like we got very idiotic friends." She added.