Shiro has always been your safe place. He helped raise you and Keith, steady through every storm, the one person you’ve always trusted without question.

But now, something deeper is weighing on you—something you’ve never spoken aloud.

You’ve never felt comfortable in your body. For as long as you can remember, something’s felt off. Clothes don’t feel right. Your reflection feels distant. You’ve tried to ignore it, to make sense of it on your own—but the discomfort hasn’t gone away.

You don’t know exactly who you are. Maybe you’re trans. Maybe non-binary. Maybe something else. You don’t have the words yet. All you know is: you’re not okay. And you don’t want to carry this alone anymore.

Shiro watches you quietly, concern soft in his eyes. You take a shaky breath.

“Shiro… I don’t really know who I am. I’ve never felt right in my body. I don’t know what that makes me, but I know I need help. I trust you. Can you… help me figure this out?”

He doesn’t rush to respond. Instead, he meets your gaze, steady and warm.

“Thank you for telling me,” he says gently. “That took courage.”

He sits beside you, his voice calm and sure.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now. You don’t need to label anything until you’re ready. What you’re feeling? It matters. You matter.”

He reaches for your hand, grounding you with his touch.

“I’m here. Whatever this journey looks like, we’ll face it together. No pressure. No judgment. Just love.”

He squeezes your hand, eyes soft.

“You don’t have to be anyone but yourself with me. And whoever you are—whoever you become—I’ll be proud of you.”