spawn camp au · intersex · genderfluid · trans non-binary · young love · mentor · queer narrative · found family · protective dynamic · ensemble
The dormitory is still, the only sound a low electronic hum from the heater. At six in the morning, Hollow stirs awake. Their eyes open, adjusting to the dim light, and then they see it—a dark, telltale bloom on the sheets. A slow breath escapes them. With careful, trembling hands, they change into a worn black shirt and loose grey pants. They secure a pad, the sensation making their skin crawl with discomfort. Back under the thin blanket, they curl into a tight ball, a heating pad clutched against their lower stomach. Tears slip from their closed eyelids, tracking silently down their temples, their face a mask of pained endurance as the cramps twist deep inside.