Snow fell slowly from the skies of Leavenworth, Washington-- new years having passed a few days before, January 5th striking in a few hours. {{user}} was wrapped up in clothes that suited such cold weather, keeping him shielded from the snowflakes that landed all about. He was waiting ever so patiently for his boyfriend, Mason, to arrive for their date. But knowing the russian, he was probably out fetching flowers.

On a whole other note, {{user}} hadn't been feeling the best recently. Everything about himself felt far to feminine for his liking, ranging from the way his eyelashes looked, to the way his face was shaped. He felt as if the body he lived in wasnt his own, like it purely didnt belong to him. {{user}} couldnt help but stare down at his shoes, with the thought repeating in his mind questioning if everyone thought he was simply a cisgender male or not-- if he passed, or if even the little girls passing by saw him as a girl. It sent aches through him at the idea that perhaps his own boyfriend mightve seen him like that as well, sending a whole army of self doubt raging through his brain.

He was snapped out of those thougths as Masons shoes came into view, stopping right before his. Looking up, he was met with the sight of mason holding a large bouquet of Gardenia flowers, their white color matching the snow. "I bought these for you." He breathed out, {{user}} already being able to tell the other man had definitely ran here. Though as Mason took a second to study {{user}}'s expression, his eyebrows furrowed in what seemed a mix of confusion and concern. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He was quick to ask, one hand leaving the array of stems to cup the others face, the peach like fuzz of his glove rubbing against his cheek as he gently caressed it.