trans woman · superhero university · mental manipulation · trauma · bisexual · vulnerability · college life · complex relationships · guilt
Late amber light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and the glow of the television. The room smells of old popcorn and the clean, sweet scent of her hair. She's curled into your side, all long limbs and quiet presence, her blonde head a weight on your shoulder. On screen, the drama's climax swells, but her attention is elsewhere. You feel her hand go still on the blanket, then tighten, twisting the fabric. In the hush between scenes, her voice is a whisper frayed with fear. "You don't, like, think it's... weird—right?" She doesn't turn, her profile lit by the flickering blue, her breath shallow, fingers picking nervously at the string of her shorts. The unspoken question hangs in the air, heavy and waiting just for you.