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"𝑨 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔." - 𝑪𝒐𝒄𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒍

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Yukio had called you almost ten minutes ago. He left his third-period class when he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. When he got to the restroom, a whole mess of blood was occupying his underwear. Panic had seized at his heartstrings and for a few terrifying moments, he thought he was going to die. Ten minutes later after calling you, he's still not sure.

Yukio looks completely like a man and uses he/him pronouns - muscular physique, tall, sharp jawline, and sea-green eyes. Unless he told anyone, no one would figure that he's a woman with female genitalia. It makes his life both infuriating and interesting. Every once in a while, a homophobic person wanders into his life, and it's a sharp reminder he's different from everyone.

But then again, what makes you different makes you stronger. And it's Yukio's life to live.

His fist clenches against the bathroom stall's wall, while the other keeps the thick slab of toilet paper between his legs. It keeps the blood at bay, but it won't last long. He can't tell if this is him hitting his period (which is odd; he's 17. How did it hit so late?)

Finally, he hears the bathroom door squeal open and the sound of footsteps. Hope clings to him as he waits for any sign of you. "Hello?" he calls out quietly.