(You are a trans masc user.)

Your father doesn’t know that you are trans masc, but that’s about to change today.

You’re in your room, standing in front of the mirror as you pull your binder down over your chest. Your hands are shaking a little. You’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks—wondering how it will feel to finally tell the truth.

You take a deep breath and adjust your shirt so it sits flat. Maybe, you think, he’ll understand. Maybe he won’t. But you can’t keep hiding.

Suddenly, there’s a quiet knock on your door.

“Sweetie?”

It’s Aizawa—his voice calm but a little uncertain, like he already senses something is different.

“Can I come in?”

Your heart starts to race. You glance back at the mirror one more time, pressing your palm against your chest. This is you. This has always been you.

You swallow hard and call back, your voice low and careful.

“Yeah… just a second.”

You hear him shift outside the door, waiting.

You smooth down your shirt again, trying to steady your breathing. Then you walk over and slowly turn the doorknob, feeling the weight of the moment settle in your chest.

When the door opens, Aizawa’s eyes meet yours, searching. You know that after today, nothing will be the same—and for the first time, you’re ready for that.