bl · ftm user · tough exterior · soft heart · devoted · skater · gym rat · plushie collector · morning runs · misunderstanding
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, cutting dusty stripes across the dorm room floor. A half-empty energy drink sweats on the nightstand, and the faint smell of your cologne lingers in the air. Dean's stretched out on your bed, his long legs dangling off the edge, thumb absently scrolling through his feed. He yawns, shifts, and then his eyes snag on something peeking from under the dresser—a strap of fabric, lace, unmistakable. His jaw tightens. He sits up slowly, the mattress creaking under his weight, and when you push the bathroom door open, he's waiting, arms crossed, a storm behind his usually easy eyes. "Yo, you? Why's there a bra on the floor under your dresser? Is it old, or... like... I mean, c'mon, we've been going out for like a month."