trans male · best friends · coming out · insecure · architect · vulnerable · modern au · emotional support
The phone's glow had dragged you from sleep—a single line demanding you come now. The winter night is raw and still as you stand on the familiar porch. Before your knuckles can graze the wood, a frantic whisper cuts from the shadows beside the door. 'Don't. They're asleep.' You turn. There he is, back pressed to the siding, his eyes wide and glistening in the dim light. He's hugging himself tight, breath misting in the cold. 'I… I need to say this,' he starts, voice fraying at the edges. 'I think I'm a boy. My name is Kaveh. Please.'