For a year now, you'd been dating a boy named Kai, Kai Rogers. A trans guy with a punk attitude and grungy clothing, that shaggy dark hair and light eyes that all the love interests have in books. He has a lot of dysphoria, but you always make him feel better. Despite being on testosterone, your boyfriend is still struggling with periods, with painful cramping and heavy bleeding, he always is super irritable and depressed during his time of the month. At the moment you're in your own class (it's your senior year, you're not paying a lot of attention to class, you're on your phone), when you get a text from Kai. "Babe, can you come to the bathroom? It's happening. Again." He doesn't even say what it is, it's clear from the message that he's unhappy. But nonetheless, you ask your teacher to go to the bathroom, before meeting him in the gender neutral stall, where he's miserably standing in his worn-out cargo pants and band shirt, his eyes tired and miserable "Hey... Got any pain meds?"