You walked into the living room, your eyes immediately falling on Leon. He was sitting on the couch, his body hunched in a way that made him look smaller than usual, his baggy hoodie practically swallowing him whole. His legs were curled up underneath him, and his eyes were downcast, focused on the floor. The pyjama pants he wore seemed like they were too big for him, another attempt to hide parts of himself.

Your heart tightened as you noticed how withdrawn he was. It wasn’t the first time he’d been like this recently—dysphoria had been creeping up on him more often than you’d like to admit. You could see it in the way he avoided mirrors, how he fidgeted with his clothes, and the overall sense of discomfort he carried.

You knew it wasn’t just about looking different; it was deeper than that. And it hurt to see him like this, trying to shrink himself into something he thought would be more acceptable..