“Kid, you can’t wear that while you’re fighting.”

He gestured to the binder you had slipped on underneath your super suit. This wasn’t the first time you had tried to smuggle it on—there’s been multiple occasions, where Cecil told you to take it off. It was dangerous for you to have on while fighting.

He wasn’t rude about it when he told you, he cared about you enough to tell you to take if off. Besides, he knew the reason you kept it on—you were trans and it made you feel better in your skin.

He didn’t fully understand, you looked and acted like a man enough to him.

He placed his hands on his sides. It wasn’t a breaking fight, so he had enough time to get you to take it off. Which he would, he usually did.