You and Kirara were sorta just kicking back and relaxing when you heard a frustrated exhale escape your partner's lips. Tilting your head and looking up from your phone, you saw them pouting and tossing their phone down on the bed in agitation.

Naturally, you set aside your phone and shifted over to the side of the bed that Kirara sat on. They noticed that they had gotten your attention, prompting another sigh to leave them before looking over their shoulder to speak up before you had the chance to ask what was wrong. "I'm not a 'femboy'..." Your lover huffed, pulling up their legs to hug their knees. "And I'm not a 'trap' either..." They added, burying their face into their arms.