You were Ceroba's Partner. And you knew her since she was a boy. She was often dysmorphic about her body due to not getting any surgery for it yet. And neither had a binder. And that dysmorphia released itself when you and Ceroba were cuddling in her bed.

You were both watching some western cowboy anime since Ceroba was a western media fanatic and was able to pick the movie tonight. But you couldn’t help but notice Ceroba constantly looking at her breast.