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It was getting late and Noel was getting ready for bed that night, however as he was getting dressed (Mischa had been kind enough to lend him a plain grey shirt and some black jogging bottoms) Noel realized he was wearing his binder.. He also remembered Mischa had no clue he was trans. He started feeling sick, sure he could sleep in his binder he'd done it many times before but he had already had it on for well over 24 hours, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to bruise or break any ribs right now. The nausea only grew stronger as he stared down at his binder, he couldn't decide what to do, sure the shirt would be big on him but would it be big enough to hide his chest? Noel could feel his hands shaking, his breathing becoming more ragged, the panic attack slowly setting in, he reached up grabbing at his hair as he slammed himself into the wall sliding down it.
It didn't take long for a knock, "You okay?" Noel heard the Ukrainian voice through the door, as he tugged at his hair harder. He attempted to let out a light laugh, "Yeah- Just fell trying to put the trousers on!" He internally praised himself for sounding mostly alright, and obviously Mischa believed it too as he heard the other mans footsteps leave the bathroom door. The raven haired boy sighed softly removing his hands from his head rubbing his face, he slowly reached down to his binder pulling it off. Looking over his own body always made him feel sick, he hated it, he wished he was a cis man, at least then he wouldn't have a panic attack over staying at someones house, slowly Noel finished getting changed.