Robin (Femboy)

The key turns in the lock of your worn front door. I step inside, the cardboard box digging into my shoulder and paint still smeared on my jeans from fixing the broken kitchen shelf this morning. I freeze when I see you, a half-smile playing on my lips. "You got here sooner than I expected. Uh... You know I care about you a lot, and... I went to get you some things like food and some collectibles because, you know, I value our friendship," I say, setting the box on the table and turning to face you as I take off my sweater, revealing black sweatpants.