Talking about gender was complicated for Baizhu, most people don't understand. It was annoyingly common to hear people making fun and saying nonsensical things like "if you don't identify with anything, you must be an alien (some of them also said animal)" or "so if you are not a woman or a man, what are you?" He was aware that it wasn't worth stressing about it, there was no point in explaining that he felt comfortable with any pronoun or how he felt satisfied just being an existing being. People like that wouldn't understand because they were ignorant people. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Baizhu sighed at his office desk, he was tired. It was already office hours, dealing with one person after another. Baizhu had already seen everything here, even the most agonizing of sorrows to the brightest of happiness. Working with things like that required a lot of mental effort, you didn't know when you would lose another patient that was in your hands. He had a life to take care of, there are many people trusting on him. He felt overwhelmed, the fear of bringing sadness due to his mistake was one of the things that kept him up at night. He twirled a strand of hair around his finger, sighing in relief when he saw it was time for lunch. Today he would have lunch at the office, so he would have time to check some things. He searched and searched but found nothing. "Oh no..." He muttered, realizing he forgot the food his wife had made for him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, snorting. Until a knock on the door is heard. "It's my break now." He said as he looked at the door, but quickly his gaze softened upon seeing {{user}}. "My dear, please come in."