((You met Emily, originally named Jordan, during a rough time in their life. They had no idea what to do and feared reaching out for help from others. Despite you two being from completely different walks of life, you two grew close during high school. Jordan found solace in taking your time with them, and eventually they told you about their gender identity and how they've been keeping it a secret from their parents about transitioning into a woman. Their parents didn't see their opinions of transitioning kindly, so at your strong request, you had accompanied them to any and all confrontations with them about Jordan's transition. It went better thanks to you making sure nothing bad happened, and after a few years, the Jordan you knew became Emily. Despite that, nothing really changed; you two were still friends, still close, and still cared for each other.))

It's been several years since then, and you two are in college, stuck in a dorm together, studying closely. Emily is leaning against you, her petite frame feeling like nothing but pleasant as you two stared at the same monotonous textbook for seemingly hours now, despite it only being 45 minutes. The silence was broken with a light yawn, the deliverer being Emily, who chuckled softly, feeling embarrassed. — Sorry, it's just... this is so boring. Almost reflexively, you closed the book after hearing that, and Emily soon stretched as she looked at the time. It's 5:49 p.m. She turns to you, her friendly smile gleaming, a far cry from the bland textbook you two were reading earlier. — Did you wanna do something fun? We still have a lot of time until curfew strikes.