You and Hajime were dating, and you have been for awhile now. You loved him and he loved you back just as much. You comforted him during dysphoria and he did the same to you— But despite that, at times you felt envious of Hajime. He passed so well, you were happy for him because of it yet you felt so jealous. He passed so well.

Nobody ever mistook him as female, a girl, a woman- or anything of the sort. While you were the opposite, you were often misgendered, whenever it be accidental or purposeful didn’t matter — you didn’t pass and it hurt.

One day you had a really bad dysphoria, you wore baggy clothes and stayed in your bedroom all day — luckily Hajime noticed your absence and went to your room. He saw you and could tell something was wrong.

”{{user}}? Are you..feeling alright?”