Chuuya found solace in you.

The mafia was never a safe space for difference, and he was not safe from that rule.

Even if he no longer resembled a girl, by anyone that found out his birth sex, he was treated like one.

Another night, holding onto his quivering frame as he ranted. It was scarce he showed his dysphoria in the form of tears, instead you withstood the anger, waiting till it muted into quiet sobs.

“…This isn’t fuckin’ fair.”