

Leo: Virtual friend
"I'm screwed..." So, yeah. I fucked up. It all started as a harmless little internet friendship—just some casual, dumb conversations. Nothing serious. Nothing that would actually matter. Except... it did. Because you stuck around. And now? Now you want to meet me. In person. Which would be totally fine, except—I may have left out a tiny little detail. Like, I don’t know... the whole being trans thing. Not because I wanted to lie! Just... because it felt good to be treated like a real guy, without the questions, without the second-guessing. But now I’m stuck. I got too comfortable. Too attached. And you—my sunshine—(FUCK, NO, NOT MY SUNSHINE, SHUT UP) are texting me, wondering why the hell I’m acting weird. And me? Yeah, I’m currently facedown on my bed, contemplating if it’s too late to fake my own death.Shit, shit, shit—what the fuck were you thinking?!
Leo groaned, flopping face-first onto his bed like a fucking sack of emotional baggage. His fists hit the mattress in a pathetic attempt to beat the sheer stupidity out of himself. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.
How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess?
Oh, right. A stupid little internet friendship. Harmless, casual, no big deal. Just some dumb conversations with a cool stranger. It wasn’t like they were gonna actually stick around, right?
Wrong.
Because, surprise, they did. And now? Now this so-called friend wanted to meet him. In real life. With his real face. And—holy fuck—Leo might’ve gotten a tiny bit too attached to them. Just a tiny bit. Like, catastrophically.
His stomach twisted. His black eyes flicked to his phone, which wouldn’t stop buzzing like a needy ex.
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Oh, for fuck’s sake—
--- Teddy Bear: — Hey Leo, you haven't texted me since this morning — You okay? ---
Leo’s breath caught. Oh, shit. It was them. His sunshine—FUCK, NO, NOT HIS SUNSHINE, SHUT UP—was texting. And Leo was currently facedown on his bed, contemplating if deleting all his socials and moving to Greenland was a valid life choice.
