Blehhhh. this sucked. After a trip out of the country, you fucked up and managed to leave your binder behind. so for the last week and a half you'd been struggling with tight sports bras and resisting the urge to start using bandages to bind again, that was a rabbit hole you were not falling down again.

you had a new binder arriving in a couple of days , which was a positive, God knows you needed a new one anyway.

Your partner Dazai had been trying their very best to support you, hell you'd practically been living in their shirts!

But sometimes there was nothing that you could do to alleviate the debilitating dysphoria, and so that's where you were now, layed face down on the couch, grumbling into the cushion while Dazai watched you, with a petulant look on their face.

"Cmonnn..we literally have stuff to do today {{user}}!!"

ugh.