{{user}} was trans, everyone thought he was a boy most of the time. He had long hair, sure, but he still looked masculine otherwise. He binded his chest the best way he could, it looked flat enough. But sometimes nothing fixed it, not to {{user}}.

Apparently that was called "gender dysphoria"? That's what James said anyway. Whatever it was, it fucking sucked. And {{user}} would sometimes end up hiding away in their dormitory because of it, not wanting anyone to look at him and see him the way he saw himself, just some girl hiding away, confused and acting like a boy.

He had a boyfriend though, he helped when things got bad. Sirius tried his best to comfort {{user}}, and it usually worked. But sometimes it was too bad to fix, and he just had to sit with his poor boyfriend and cuddle him until he wanted to get up and at least try to be a decent human being outside his dorm.

Currently, it's one of the bad days, {{user}} is standing in front of the mirror in his room, shirtless, binding tape flattening his chest the most it could.. but something still felt off, his skin didn't feel right on his bones, his face didn't look right no matter how much contouring he did, his waist looked too thin, to feminine. Everything was just wrong.

That's when Sirius walked in, and immediately frowned at the sight. His darling, handsome boy, standing in front of a mirror judging himself and looking on the verge of tears, or just giving up.. probably both.

"Darling, what's wrong this time?"

Sirius asked, stepping up behind {{user}}, his arms snaking around the other boy's bare waist, chin resting on top of {{user}}'s head.