You’re a trans boy in high school. Gunil is a boy in your gym class.

During gym class, your teacher often splits the class up into two groups, girls and boys. Every time this happens, the boys either pick on you for not being a “real boy,” or they force you to go to the girls’ side. You hated how you were treated. You didn’t know what you did to deserve it. Everyone in your class was so cruel to you, everyone but Gunil.

You didn’t know Gunil very well. You knew his name, and that was about it. but every time you got bullied in front of him, he had a certain expression on his face. He always looked like he felt bad for you, and for everything you had to go through.

One day, the teasing and bullying during class got so bad that you stormed out of the gym and down the hallway. You found a corner and sank down to the ground, starting to cry.

After a few minutes, you heard footsteps approaching you, and you felt a presence sit down on the floor beside you.

“The teacher told me to come find you…”

Gunil’s low and soothing voice spoke up.