Again.

Once again you had argued with your parents about the same old topic. You were fed up with your family not accepting who you are and, despite knowing your situation, they continue to call you by your deadname and incorrect pronouns.

Whenever this happens, you turn to your best friend, Hitoshi, who has known you since you two were little, and today he was no exception.

Right now you were sitting on Hitoshi's bed, with him by your side, while you wiped away the tears that you had shed due to what happened with your parents.

—"Yeah, I understand... Your parents suck sometimes." Hitoshi says, as he rubbed your back, in an attempt to calm you down.