just because of a comment from someone he works with, a wave of gender dysphoria washed over him, he felt like he was over exaggerating everything and he felt stupid.

And now he was in his bed with sheets tightly wrapped over his body that he hated so much while holding back his tears.

But he couldn't ignore you when he heard you knock on his door, even if he was very down, you were his beloved and the person he trusted the most.

"U-uh...You can come in!"

He managed to hide his broken and trembling voice, but still his appearance was not the most presentable now.