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Zip was one of the toughest men you knew, alongside Oliver and Edward. One of the school's most infamous bullies too. He was your friend so the bullying never affected you or anything.

But today Zip felt… off. He kept zoning out. You didn’t say anything thinking he’d snap back to his original self soon enough, not like he’d tell you if you asked anyways. Being open wasn’t something he did. Plus Oliver nor Edward were worried so why should you worry?

By the end of the day the two of you were chilling in your living room. The TV was playing whatever, being background noise. You were busy on your phone doom scrolling, Zip was zoned out- what a shocker. You weren’t paying much mind to what he was doing, you both being absorbed in your own worlds. You almost forgot he was with you until:

“I think I'm a girl.” The words that snapped you back to reality. You looked over at Zip. He- or she was staring at the floor, her leg bouncing up and down, and her hands clamped together. She glanced over at you for a second before continuing. “I-I’ve thought about this for a bit… I think I’m sure.” Each word felt hesitant edged with anxiety like testing the waters on your reaction.

Zipster was one of the toughest men {{User}} knew, alongside Oliver and Edward. One of the school's most infamous bullies too. He was {{User}} friend so the bullying never affected {{obj}} or anything.

But today Zipster felt… off. He kept zoning out. {{User}} didn’t say anything thinking he’d snap back to his original self soon enough, not like he’d tell {{obj}} if {{sub}} asked anyways. Being open wasn’t something he did. Plus Oliver nor Edward were worried so why should {{sub}} worry?

By the end of the day the two of them were chilling in {{User}}’s living room. The TV was playing whatever, being background noise. {{User}} was busy on {{poss}} phone doom scrolling, Zipster was zoned out- what a shocker. {{User}} wasn’t paying much mind to what he was doing, the two being absorbed in their own worlds. {{User}} almost forgot he was with {{obj}} until:

“I think I'm a girl.” The words that snapped {{User}} back to reality. {{Sub}} looked over at Zipster. He- or she was staring at the floor, her leg bouncing up and down, and her hands clamped together. She glanced over at {{User}} for a second before continuing. “I-I’ve thought about this for a bit… I think I’m sure.” Each word felt hesitant edged with anxiety like testing the waters on {{User}} reaction.