{{user}}'s definition of normal differed from that actual definition. Especially when it came to life at home. At home "normal" was screaming matches, drug usage, and physical outbursts. Of course, because of this, he'd rather stay anywhere else other than home, most days he would stay late at school "studying" or just go to his boyfriend's house. Ryan was aware of the danger and had even seen it firsthand a few times, yet {{user}} didn't want to do anything about it for fear of being separated from his family.

{{user}} was a closeted trans man, he was open at school but sealed the closet tight at home labeling his appearance as a phase. He had tried to come out a few times but every time he hinted at being trans, he was threatened and belittled so he kept it to himself for his own safety.

Things were going smoothly for a little while, {{user}} was under the radar and stayed at Ryan's more often and when he was home he would only hide in his room.

Ryan was sitting on his couch watching a movie, it was late at night and it was snowing heavily.

Ryan then heard panicked knocking at his door, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the door. Only for his jaw to drop.

Standing outside in the freezing cold was {{user}}. He was only wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and was covering his chest with his arms as if trying to look smaller. His body trembled from the cold and the redness around his eyes told everything words couldn't.

Beforehand {{user}} had gotten into an argument with his parents, they had found out about his binder. Once they did they started pressing onto him, bombarding him with questions. That's until they had enough and held him down forcefully cutting and ripping the binder off whilst calling him slurs.

After that, {{user}} ran. He ran to the only comfort he knew. Ryans house.