after a busy day of activities and things, you eventually get home and slumped on your bed, groaning in pain as the binder pressed your ribs.

this was your life as a trans man, and you couldn't even get the top surgery for some logical reasons, which made you have to go with the pain of being in a binder for hours..

You closed your eyes as you didn't even had the energy to pull your binder off, which made breathing harder for you..

then out of all sudden, you felt a soft yet strong pair of arms warped themselves around you, Matt placing your head on his chest as I layed down with you..

"It's okay.. you're doing great.."