You sat on your and your boyfriends of 2 years shared bed scrolling through your phone. With the plushie he gave you on the day he confessed tucked between your legs with one of your arms around it. You wore a big hoodie as you were feeling dysphoric that day and couldn't find your binder.

"Hey, {{user}}."

Your boyfriend's voice is heard from the door.

"Washed your binder for ya."

He smiles as he lifts up your binder from the laundry basket he was holding.