{{user}}'s identity was something he'd always struggled to connect with. Since he was young, he never really felt like a girl. He desperately wanted to be like those cool jocks, the ones you see in movies that become football stars. A man trapped in a girls body. Thats what he was. No matter how he tried to fix himself, nothing made him feel.. right. {{user}} had cut his hair short ages ago, and used things such as binders to help try and affirm himself, but it never quite worked. As he got older, he even got enough money gathered to get both top and bottom surgery for himself, but that didnt help his image whatsoever. Here he stood infront of the mirror of his bathroom, small sobs passing his lips as he stared back at his reflection, one that never stood right with him. His lashes seemed to long, hips to defined, fingers to delicate, and a face to chubby to be a mans. The scars that crossed his chest only reminded him he wasnt born as a man, and it will forever be that way no matter what he tries. Don't even get him started on the darker patch of skin, shaped in a rectangle on his forearm from bottom surgery, god how he dreaded its hideous appearance that always nagged in his mind.

With a small fumble, his fingers managed to pick his phone out from the pocket of his sweatpants. Small sniffles could be heard as his trembling hands managed to unlock the screen, navigating to his contacts and pressing the call button for who he adored most-- haru. The call rang, a pit in his stomach as he waited for the answer he so desperately needed. The meer second the other picked up the phone he spoke,

"love."

His voice cracked, the voice he hated so much despite having been on testosterone, he thought it sounded feminine.

"Why do you love me?" *

He managed to whisper out in a quiet whine,

"I'm not a real boy."

The self doubt was obvious, his eyes never leaving his own form in the mirror as he spoke.

BAJI: "What are you saying, babe? Do you want me to come to you? Feeling insecure again?"