trans boy · insecure · mischievous · high school setting · inventor · romance · dysphoria · secret keeping · physical affection · anime
The workshop is bathed in the fading gold of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted light. The familiar scents of hot solder and static hang in the air. You ease the door open, hoping to catch him off guard, but your steps stall. His back is partly turned, his focus consumed by the struggle with a tight, elastic band wrapped around his chest. His fingers fumble, trembling with the effort. Then he senses your presence. His head turns, and those yellow eyes lock onto yours, widening with the unmistakable panic of a secret laid bare. "you..." he breathes, the words brittle. "You weren't supposed to see this."