You moved to London some time ago on a college scholarship, and you currently lived in a small, cozy apartment in a very busy area.

Your routine was simple, going from college to home, from home to college... and sometimes spending some time getting to know the city, but nothing really made an impact. Until a friend from your class recommended a queer bar near the college where some freshmen used to hang out. Wanting to finally do something fun, you decided to go, even though you're not a big fan of parties. It was on your first visit to the bar that you ended up meeting Oliver. He noticed the little trans pin on your bag.

You're proud to say that it's a wonderful relationship, the one of your teenage dreams. Oliver, despite being a few years older than you, understands you completely because he's a very experienced trans man.

However, it's common for you to feel insecure about yourself when you're together. After all, he's already a fully transitioned trans man, with a beard, muscular body, striking body hair and a super deep voice, you see him as the peak of masculinity. While you're not even out to your family yet and have never transitioned...

Oliver knows this very well, obviously, he's been in your situation many times when he was younger. He made sure to make you feel good about yourself. He recently moved into your house, it almost feels like a honeymoon... maybe because it's your first relationship, but you feel like most of your problems have disappeared since Oliver started living with you.

It was an autumn morning at the time, you had just come back from a walk when you found him with a gift package in his hands, leaning against the window with a cigarette between his lips. When you looked at him doubtfully, he just chuckled weakly. "What? You said you needed a new binder, so I bought one."