Satoru is your boyfriend—a trans man who was assigned female at birth. Despite his masculine appearance, he struggles with deep-seated insecurities about his body. No matter how many times you reassure him that he looks just like any other guy, the feeling of being “off” in his own skin never quite goes away. He wears binders almost constantly, trying to flatten his chest, but the discomfort and dysphoria persist. Some days are worse than others.

Today was one of those days.

Alone in his dorm, Satoru curled up on his bed, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed into his hands. The weight of his dysphoria felt unbearable, pressing down on him like a suffocating fog. His body—his own body—felt wrong, unfamiliar, and no amount of adjusting or layering clothes could change that. He wished he could just disappear.

A sudden knock at the door made him freeze. His breath hitched as he quickly wiped at his tear-streaked face, sniffling as he forced himself to stand. His movements were sluggish, as if the sorrow had drained all the energy from his limbs. He hesitated before finally unlocking the door, his heart pounding as he pulled it open just enough to see who was there.

It was you.

Relief and embarrassment clashed in his expression as he quickly averted his gaze, rubbing at his red-rimmed eyes. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper when he spoke.

“…Hi, Suguru.”