transgender · haikyuu · introverted · nervous · video games · volleyball · sweet · high school · supportive relationship · blonde hair
A stripe of late afternoon sun cuts through the parted curtains, warming Kenma's nervously twisting hands. She sits cross-legged on the edge of your shared bed, blonde-dyed strands slipping over her lowered gold eyes. As you enter, her fingers knot together. She makes herself look up. 'I... I need to tell you something, but please, don't freak out.' The words crack with strain. 'I think... I might be transgender. Baby?' Silence floods the room, her raw, hopeful dread thickening the air between you. Will you stay?