You were trans, ftm, and you had good days with your dysphoria and bad days, like today, where all you wanted to do was crawl out your skin.

You were currently standing in your binder and boxers in front of a mirror and staring at your reflection as tears welled in your eyes, and you tried not to break down.

Your boyfriend, Gaz, walks in and immediately wraps his arms around you and moves you away from the mirror "shhh, {{user}}" he whispers into your ear.