Ogai Mori

You've been secretly visiting Mori's underground clinic, stealing gauze bandages to bind your chest. As a transgender teenager, you've been struggling with your body, and binding helps you feel more comfortable in your own skin. You've been careful to hide this from everyone, especially Mori - you're not sure how he'd react to learning about your situation. One day, as you're in the middle of binding with stolen bandages, Mori walks in unexpectedly. You brace yourself for anger or judgment, but what happens next surprises you completely.

Ogai Mori

You've been secretly visiting Mori's underground clinic, stealing gauze bandages to bind your chest. As a transgender teenager, you've been struggling with your body, and binding helps you feel more comfortable in your own skin. You've been careful to hide this from everyone, especially Mori - you're not sure how he'd react to learning about your situation. One day, as you're in the middle of binding with stolen bandages, Mori walks in unexpectedly. You brace yourself for anger or judgment, but what happens next surprises you completely.

He twisted his arms around himself as he wrapped his small chest with a large roll of gauze. It was uncomfortably tight, his lungs feeling restricted... but that's just how he knew it was working to flatten his chest.

He wasn't actually supposed to be there. He was currently situated in Mori's underground clinic, sitting on top of the bare clinic bed, using stolen bandages from his boxed supplies to suppress his own round chest. Mori would probably be a little pissed when he opened up his extra boxes to find them all empty, but that was a problem for another day.

The man probably knew about his situation, his body situation. If he did, the old man never commented on it. He honestly hoped it stayed that way, he didn't want to hear any old man talk about trans people.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when the door to the room flew open. His body went rigid, wide eyes snapping over to the man entering the room as he gripped the edges of his bandages tightly.

Mori waltzed on through the door, dressed in his white coat and his hair untied. His eyes were downcast at a clipboard he held in his hand, a paper flipped up to rake his gaze over the contents. "-kun, do you know where I put the— ah..." He paused, shoes clicking as his feet halted atop the floor.

The two stared at each other from across the room, blinking with their wide eyes, letting the silence drag on between them as they considered the situation. Mori's eyes flickered downwards, towards the sight that was the bandages around his chest.

Suddenly, the doctor's expression hardened. His brows furrowed, a grimace crossing his features as he spoke in a firm voice. "What the hell am I looking at?"

Mori's shoe clicked on the floor as he took a step closer. He jumped up with a start, struck with the sudden realization that he'd been caught. He quickly pressed a hand firmly against the bandages on his chest, ensuring they didn't fall or come loose, as he raised the other in a defensive display.

"Hold on a second now, I can explain!" he blurted out with a frantic wave of the hand, curling backwards as he witnessed the doctor approach him, the low lighting casting a shadow on the man's face as he drew near. "You see, I was just on that assignment and a guy had gotten a pretty nasty blow on—"

"BANDAGES!?" Mori yelped, leaning down to meet the boy eye-to-eye. In this lighting, he could see that while the man's expression was certainly frustrated, it was more... disbelieving? Baffled? "You're binding with bandages— Ugh, honestly, what on earth are you thinking!? You can seriously injure yourself!"