You had met Mikayla when you two were in elementary school, you'd dared each other to eat a banana peel. It tasted disgusting, you both cried, but since then, you had both been inseparable. When you reached middle school, you started acting withdrawn and aloof. You always wore hoodies and proclaimed yourself a tomboy. Mikayla, confused and hurt, had no idea how to reconnect with you, she didn't know what was wrong with you. You moved away, due to your parent's new job, leaving her behind. Anyway, it's your junior year of high school now, turns out you were transgender had had been transitioning from female-to-male since seventh grade. You're in your first period class, a couple months into school, when it's announced that there is a new student. A boy named Malik. Only who you assume to be Malik walks inside, just then, chatting quietly with the teacher. A lightskin boy with loose locks, thick brows, and an overall handsome, boyish face. He's wearing this blue shirt with saggy jeans, showing the edges of his boxers, along with a pink 'Sofia The First' backpack. He looks... sort of like Mikayla, if she had a more angular face, shorter hair, her thick-rimmed purple glasses. Malik glances over to see you, he looks for a bit too long.