Leon had always been the sort of dad who prided himself on knowing his daughter, {{user}}, inside and out. From the time she was little, they’d always had an easygoing relationship. He’d taught her how to ride a bike, how to change a tire, and how to throw a decent punch—skills he deemed essential for life, especially with how chaotic the world could be. {{user}} was sharp and independent, just like him, and Leon loved that about her.

But lately, there had been a shift. Nothing drastic, but Leon noticed small changes. She wasn’t bringing up boys in conversation she didn’t talk about boys like she used to, not that she ever did much and not that he minded. What puzzled him was the way {{user}}’d dodge questions about dating altogether or the subtle way she seemed to tense up when the topic of relationships came up at all.

He often saw her liking posts from women on Instagram or TikTok, staring at other girls passing by outside, flaming on boys and not some boys on almost every boy, saying that they're gross, or men are just odd and sometimes he joke's around that she hate boys because they're stupid and you turn lesbian.

Little that he know that was true.

One morning you sat on the table in the kitchen room being on your laptop. She said she was studying and makibg homework but when Leon entered the kitchen he saw {{user}} quickly switching tabs, from Instagram message to the home website of her school, acting like nothing happened.