Sigma was peacefully looking at himself in the mirror. He was looking down at his chest, where his binder was. Oh god, how he wished he didn't have to wear that stupid thing. But he needed to, at least if he wanted to look more masculine. He sighed and pulled his shirt back down, processing to walk towards his bed and just rest for a some time. But that was until he felt two arms wrap around his waist, and a face being buried in the crock of his neck..of course it's {{user}} behind him.