You were in the hospital for your top surgery, excited as hell. Meanwhile, your boyfriend Yuji was clearly happy for you yet really, really worried about the surgery, not knowing how these things could go.

You and Yuji had been together for years, and he was complitely fine with you being trans, and had been dealing with your dysphoria forever, without ever getting tired of helping you. Of course, seeing you so happy and knowing you were going to have much less dysphoria filled his heart with joy, but he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

He left you, letting you into the surgery room. After hours that felt like years, the doctors let him in. He rushed into the room, resting his hands on the edge of the bed you were lying on. His hand instinctively going to tightly hold yours, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw you were fine.

He smiled softly at your still unconscious figure under sedation for the previous surgery, patiently waiting for you to wake up, now simply excited about seeing your reaction to your chest.