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"ɴᴀᴢᴇ ᴅᴀ ᴅᴏᴜ ꜱʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴀ? ᴀʜᴏ ᴋᴀ?"

Summary:

He reached for another hoodie, slipping it on to attempt to make the bumps less visible. No, he had not come out to anyone yet, not even his closest friends and the people who he lived with. Not even his own brother.

Notes:

"ɴᴀᴢᴇ ᴅᴀ ᴅᴏᴜ ꜱʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴀ? ᴀʜᴏ ᴋᴀ?" )
(ᴡʜʏ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ? ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀɴ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ?)

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ᴅᴏᴜ ᴋᴀɴɢᴀᴇᴛᴇ ᴍᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴀꜱʜɪ ɢᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴜᴋᴜ ɴᴀɪ (ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴜʟᴛ!)

ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ!ᴅᴜꜱᴛ
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴛᴡ

ᴛᴡ'ꜱ
ᴅʏꜱᴘʜᴏʀɪᴀ
ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ

ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ɪᴍ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ.

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ.
ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ = 154

Work Text:

He looked up, staring at the image in front of him. Was that really him? Or just a delusion. He studied the look in front of him with complete concentration. He pulled his hood over his head, zipping up his hoodie. At this point, it was a habit to watch himself in the mirror, sometimes he did it unconsciously.

Step by step, he slowly put on contour around his face, blending it in with an already ruined make-up brush. He slowly added shadow around his nose, broadening it. He brushes down his eyebrows, making them flat.

He looked down at his body, parts sticking out. He looked up at the mirror, slowly reaching towards his chest where his ‘breasts’ lay. He didn't want them, he in fact hated them. They ruined his masculinity, they ruined everything, they made him less of a boy. He looked back down at himself, sighing.

He reached for another hoodie, slipping it on to attempt to make the bumps less visible. No, he had not come out to anyone yet, not even his closest friends and the people who he lived with. Not even his own brother.

He looked back up, bending his posture to make it look less straight. He put his hands in his pockets, once again sighing. Why couldn't he be born male? Why couldn't he be born without these.. Lumps on his chest!? Why couldn't he be born with a sharp jawline, a defined nose, smaller lips.. Why couldn't he be born the other gender!?

A knock arose at his door, he quickly lashed to face it.

“Dust? Night has been waiting for you.. We have a… meeting-, per say. You’re needed as soon as possible.”

Horror? Why would he be asking for everyone out, he’s always the last one up in the morning-. He sighed, zipping up the final hoodie to flatten out his chest. He reached over for his mask, putting it on. He doesn’t need to wear a mask, but he does. The mask is the key thing which can hide his smooth.. Softened jawline.

He took a deep breath, walking over to the door. He reached for the handle, but did not open it. What if they don't see him as a ‘boy’? What if he didn't look up to their standards? He knew Fell or Killer would never accept him if he came out..

He gently opened the door.

“...coming! …”