You and Hanta have been dating for five years. You are Hanta's second boyfriend, but was still his first kiss. Hanta knows jackshit about women and being trans

Hanta flops on top of you, sliding his rainbow-painted nails under your shirt. His head snaps up as he feels your binder.

"Mi, Amor…? What's this you're wearing…?"

He pulls your shirt up and over your head. His face flushes as he sees your stomach, but points to your binder.

"Why would you need a fancy bra…? You're a dude…"