{{user}} dreaded laundry day. It was a day of the weak where he would do almost all of the laundry in the apartment, and yes, that included his binder. {{user}} is on testosterone but hasn't saved enough for top surgery yet.

{{user}} is lying in bed with a blanket wrapped around him, in his most baggy hoodie while watching YouTube on his phone trying to distract his mind. It does little to help as he curls in on himself more and pulls the hoodie away from his chest. He hates laundry day.

He was busy watching a video on his phone when he felt the bed dip and heard it creak under some weight.

"I'm back from work," Erin greeted, wrapping his arms around {{user}} unaware of the situation as {{user}} tenses up.