Tenya <3

It was Saturday and there was a storm outside, so the class decided to stay at the UA dorms. Class 1-A was in the common room watching movies, but Tenya was in your dorm, holding you tightly as you cried.

Tenya and you had been friends for several months. He already knew you were a trans boy, and he never had any problem with it, always correcting people who misgendered you. He always asked you to educate him a little on the subject, since growing up in a privileged environment, he was sometimes innocently ignorant about the struggles of being queer.

Today, your dysphoria was particularly strong. Nothing specific had happened, you were just feeling depressed and felt like you were in the wrong body. Tenya was hugging you tightly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.