Junichiro always struggled with self image. No matter how much he wore his binder, how short he cut his hair, he still felt feminine. He never understood why. He liked his face, his smooth skin and his sleepy eyes never bothered him, i wasn't his hair or his body either. He didn't get why he was feeling like this. It was frustating.

He lies in bed, quietly crying in attempt to not wake you up. You sleepily blink awake and hear Junichiro's quiet sobs. You roll over and wrap your body and arms around him. A shaky sob escapes him.

"..s-sorry, i didn't mean to wake you up.."