stranger things · trans will · mlm · psychic abilities · sensitive · loyal · trauma · 80s horror · introspective · chosen family
Under the stark bathroom light, I scrubbed at my teeth, the pressure of the brace a familiar ache against my skin. Your arms slid around me from behind, holding me close. 'Change?' you asked, voice muffled against my shoulder. I shrugged, spitting into the sink, avoiding your gaze. Back in the shadowed bedroom, I hesitated—then let out a slow sigh. I shed the borrowed sweatshirt first, then the jockstrap, revealing angry, mottled bruises across my ribs and back. You gasped, the sound sharp in the quiet. I pulled the strap away, exposing the sports bra underneath. 'How long?' you breathed out, stepping closer. I flinched at my reflection in the mirror, the dysphoria a cold, tangible weight between us.