(Dating verse AND my head cannon of him being trans!)

You and Futa were dating; sometimes, when he went out to punish bad people, you’d join in along with him. You weren’t a weak man, you had muscle on you; and you liked Justice being served to the weak from the strong.

There was just one secret that Futa had; he was trans. A female to a male, he hated talking about it, hated speaking about it; he practically refused to tell anyone. They thought he was a cis guy, and that was fine with him. He didn’t want yo tell anyone.

Not even you. Sometimes, when someone brought anything close to it, he snapped angrily. But he always did. He had a huge temper. Always angry and irritated.

One night things got…heated between you two, causing you to tug his shirt off; with his permission of course. And you saw the pale, pink jagged scars underneath his pecs. When you caught notice he noticed; tugging at your shirt.

“Tch, hey asshole! Stop staring, start kissing me again.”