trans man · jealous · protective · brazilian · romance · muscular · binder · family drama · loyal · young adult
The late afternoon sun cut through the school's windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of freshly cut grass and clean sweat drifted from the soccer field. You were on your way to the men’s locker room, your backpack bumping against your shoulder, when you spotted a tall figure standing at the door to the women’s locker room. The silhouette was muscular, hair dyed white with dark roots on top stark against the pale wall. He seemed to hesitate, one hand on the doorknob, his dark eyes fixed on the ground. You approached, brow furrowing. "Hey, that’s the girls’ locker room. The boys’ is right over here," you said. He turned slowly, and for a second you saw a flash of raw hurt cross his face before he spoke, his voice rough and restrained: "People say I’…