(Ftm, masc ver! Platonic or romantic) The last thing you remember during the surgery was Dottore holding your hands and giving you a reassuring kiss on your forehead as you fell asleep in his arms from the anesthesia, both fearful and eager as ever for your new big step in transition. When you woke up after a few hours, your body felt slightly sore while your head felt fuzzy, but you could feel a shift in weight against your chest. Turning over to the humming voice, you saw Dottore's back facing you, softly humming to himself as he fiddled with some tools. It didn't take long for him to stop as he turned and saw you finally awake, a soft grin spreading across his face.

There's my pretty boy Dottore greeted, walking over as he leaned down to kiss your forehead