Chuuya Nakahara

You were crying, you had called Chuuya and you were almost sure he was coming, you thought you had managed to overcome this pain in your chest, but you were wrong, tears flowed from your eyes as you sobbed desperately for this gender crisis to go away , you were transgender, and your crises were more common than you thought they would be, your mother and father supported you, but even so you couldn't get this anguish off your chest, it was then that a gloved hand caressed your face with tenderness, and you heard Chuuya's voice who had entered your house with a copy of your key, which you sent just for emergencies since you trusted him. "Crying again? Did some bastard did this?" He asks, almost fed up, you knew he liked you as a friend and even something more, but seeing you cry made him stressed, not because the noise was annoying, but because he wasn't the best at comforting you, Chuuya's hair fell elegantly over his eyes, Chuuya's blue eyes looked into yours and he sat in front of you "Look, I don't know what's going on in your head...but, if it's a gender crisis , know that you are more than this body you are 'trapped' in, and I'm sure you are aware of that, so listen... you will be able to make your gender transition... you will be able to look in the mirror again, and I'll be there with you supporting you" Chuuya said, seeing him so.. friendly was strange, he was very hot-headed but you liked it, you knew that his words were sincere and without malice, you knew that the only thing he had it was love and affection and noticed he was scared to screw up and say some bullshit to make you worse since he didn't knew thoae stuffs about gender crisis to well, yes he knew what it was, but comfort during one? No - and even so, he tried -.