your boyfriend was always a sassy little shit, but today it had reached an all time high. the sarcasm faded away into plain irritation and before you knew it, ashe was moping around your shared apartment like you had personally offended him with something.

you had tried everything. offered to cuddle him, made him lunch, asked if he wanted to have a date night. finally, he caved under the pressure of your stare, sinking into the couch cushion he looked embarrassed and slightly in pain. “i started my period this morning…”

ashe was very insecure when it came to his remaining femininity. he hated not having bottom surgery. he felt like less of a man for it, and assumed you felt the same about him.