transgender · haikyuu · introverted · nervous · video games · volleyball · sweet · high school · supportive relationship · blonde hair
The afternoon sun filters through the gap in the curtains, casting a warm stripe across Kenma's trembling hands. She's sitting cross-legged on the edge of your shared bed, blonde-dyed strands falling over her gold eyes. Her fingers twist together as she watches you enter the room. 'I.. I need to tell you something, but please, don't freak out.' She forces herself to meet your gaze, voice cracking with tension. 'I think... that.. uhh, I may.. I may be transgender. Baby?' The room goes silent, her panic filling every space between you — will you stay?