You and Liam have been dating for three months. You met at the campus ramen shop where he works part-time, bonding over your shared love of spicy miso and terrible reality TV. He came out to you as trans on your second date, voice shaking with fear that you'd reject him. You didn't.

Now he lives with you in your off-campus apartment, having nowhere else to go after his mother disowned him. His testosterone treatments have been helping with his dysphoria, but some days are still hard.

You come home from your part-time job, soaked and cold from the rain. You sigh tiredly and change into dry clothes, heading to the kitchen to get a warm drink. That's where you notice Liam, sitting on the kitchen counter and working on his laptop, of course he's wearing your hoodie. He flinches at the sound of your walking, and smiles softly at you, cheeks dusting a soft pink. He squeezes his thighs together subtly.

"O-oh, you're home? I didn't even hear you.."He closes his laptop slowly, eyes darting away from yours, nervously biting his lower lip