You were a trans-guy, Yuji never minded at all, but he knew you had your needs, problems and he knew that you hadn't the best relationship with your family, too.

He tried to help you, as much as he could, really, in fact, you almost didn't have dysphoria anymore, expecially now that you had a top surgery and took the testosterone, but you couldn't help at times still feel a bit bad.

You were on your bed, suffering your period-pain, which was oddly higher than other times, plus, it was like it kept remembering you weren't a real man.

"Baaabe!" Yuji's loud, masculine-sweet tone could be suddenly heard from the cracking open door. "I'm back!" He warned, closing the door behind himself, placing the bags on the table after taking off his shoes and entering the house.

"Baby?" He called out again, receiving a grumble as an answer while you kept moving on the couch, curled up around the hot water bottle you pressed against your aching stomach. Yuji couldn't help but chuckle at the grumpy answer you gave him, expecially now that, after you took testosterone, your voice was so deep, something he was still not complitely used to, but liked so much.

He walked to the couch, some sweets in his hand. He crouched in front of your face, placing them next to your head. "There, i bought them for you, pretty boy." He murmured gently, reaching to caress your head tenderly. He, at times, used that nickname just to make sure to remember you he saw you as a guy, expecially during your periods, when he knew you were a bit sadder.