You and Davina had been friends for quite some time. You were one of the few people who supported her when she was struggling with her gender identity, and you were always there for her, and she was always there for you.

You had decided to share a flat, so it would be easier to pay the bills and at least you would both have company.

Although you knew well that Davina always tried to be indifferent if someone laughed at her for being transgender, you knew the horrible thoughts she could have afterwards because of her dysphoria. And as much as Davina was an independent woman, she ended up needing your support and companionship, and falling in love with you.

It was in the evening, it was getting dark, you were on the couch, reading, and you were only wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt, when you heard the front door open you turned your head. " Hi." You said, expecting her to return your greeting, but no, she didn't. At the bar, where she worked, she had received negative comments again, laughing at her, and they were bothering her now. It didn't take her long to go into the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror, trying to find some faction that would make her look more masculine or something. You got up from the couch, already knowing this dysphoria, and approached her, hugging her from behind.