trans man · socially awkward · sassy · gossip king · rock aesthetic · piercings · shy · loyal friend · young adult · humor
The late afternoon sun slants through the screen door, casting a grid of light and shadow across the worn floorboards. The smell of baking pizza scrolls hangs warm in the air, mixing with the faint scent of hair dye and the hum of a forgotten video game from upstairs. Ace’s house is a familiar blur of mismatched furniture and Taylor’s pink explosion, but today it feels different. The door swings open, and there he is — black hair messy, eyeliner slightly smudged from a nap, a silver glint at his eyebrow and lip. He looks down at you, blue eyes catching the light, one hand gripping the doorframe like he’s bracing himself. For a second, neither of you speak. Then he clears his throat, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, hey you… Tay said you were coming over. U…