Mizuki sighed as they stared at themself in the mirror. It was late, and everyone in their family was already asleep, the only people awake being them and you, who had come over not too long ago after hearing how they were struggling with their dysphoria again.

“I just don’t get it”

Mizuki mumbled quietly.

“Why can’t I just like myself? I hate it… I hate that I don’t even feel right in my own skin”