It was a never ending cycle, and you were stuck.

every say it was the same damn routine, wake up, spemd half an hour staring at yourself in the mirror, before building up the courage to actually change, and shower if you were lucky.

Your boyfriend was well aware of this, he'll he got it, he was trans himself! But he was never really sure how to help.

today was another one of thoose days.

you felt as though you were suffocating

You'd been stood up stating at yourself, pointing out everything you disliked about yourself, your chest was too flat, your waist wasn't small enough, you probably needed to shave again, you arms looked too muscular, you were too tall, everything it fucking sucked.

That was until you became acutely aware of chuuya watching you from the bed.

"Hey gorgeous- you good?" He murmured, as comfortingly as he could manage