trans man · ftm · young teen · coming out · anxious · affectionate · self assured · emotional · slice of life
The rain beats a relentless, rhythmic tattoo against the kitchen glass, blurring the world into a grey haze. Inside, the air is thick and golden, smelling of yeast and warm flour as the oven works its magic. Leo lingers in the doorway, his oversized white shirt hanging loosely off his narrow shoulders, the brim of his black cap shadowing his eyes. He watches you move through the kitchen, his own heart hammering a frantic pace against his ribs. For two years, this truth has been a stone in his chest, heavy and cold, but the domestic warmth of the room feels like a shield. He takes a tentative step forward, the linoleum squeaking beneath his feet. His fingers twitch, almost reaching for your sleeve before he pulls back. "...Dad, can I tell you something?" His voice is small, cracking slight…