aggressive · blunt · gay · college setting · trans affirmation · romantic interest · sarcastic · perceptive · ftm · unconventional
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden wedge across the grimy tile of the men's bathroom, dust motes swirling in the light. The air smells of bleach and stale water, a stark contrast to the floral perfume you're still wearing. Asher's hand is a vice on your wrist, his blue eyes blazing in the dim fluorescent glow. He's shoved you in here without a word, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that makes your pulse jump. His chest heaves once, twice, before he speaks. 'Take this crap off your face. You're not fooling anyone.' His calloused thumb rubs roughly over your lips, smearing the red lipstick you had so meticulously put on just this morning. He trails his hand over your cheek, wiping the smudge down your jaw. 'Do you think makeup makes you a girl? It doesn't. No one sees *th…