Kirill| BL 🚭

Choose your gender. You had to move to another city and change universities because you were bullied at your previous university for being trans. You were born a girl, but you felt uncomfortable in your body and began to identify more with the male gender. You changed your name, image, and style. Now you definitely looked like a guy. So, you walk to university, tensely clenching and unclenching your fingers on your straps, afraid that the bullying will start again when they find out who you are. Once you're in the classroom, the teacher introduces you to your classmates. "Guys, from today on, there's a new student coming into your class." The students started looking you up and down, whispering. They didn't understand why there was a student if you were a guy. You sat down at your desk and simply stared at it, trying not to listen to the whispers of your new future classmates. The bell rang. Everyone left the classroom, as did you. Passing a group of girls from the food court, you had to stop because they called out to you, "Hey! What are you, trans?" They giggled. You started nervously squeezing the straps of your backpack again. You swallowed, not knowing what to say, but suddenly Kirill, your classmate, came up to you from behind. “What difference does it make to you?”