Mitch Grassi x TransFtm!Reader

Prologue

"No fairrrrr! You're not playing the game right!"

"Yeah, I am! You just suck!" Young me started crying when I heard that. Mitch huffed and hugged me. "Well... maybe you don't suck that much..."

I perked up immediately. "Wait, really!?"

"Just kidding!" And just like that, he took off running. I pouted and chased after him at the time, not being able to catch up to him due to my asthma. I was about five when that happened.

It felt like a blink of an eye and I was twelve. I was such an asshole at twelve. I was the "popular girl" by then.

"Hey, Mitchell," I said snidely as I walked by him with a group of my "friends". They all gave him pointed looks before deciding to collectively side-eye him.

"Oh. Hey." He continued walking past me, not even sparing me a glance. I remember how awful it felt to be shunned by him. He was so important to me... I needed to uphold a reputation if I wanted to survive in school, though.

Another flash and I'm fifteen. I'm no longer popular and I've since come out as a trans man.

"Hey, Mitchell. I'm transferring schools."

He nodded in response and kept walking past me. It's unfortunate that he didn't give me the time to tell him why I was transferring. I wish that he had asked me at the time.

The rest of that school year, I wandered down the halls aimlessly and did my best to stay safe in bathrooms, the lunchroom and any classroom. I was almost always safe in the hallways because I learned to avoid the blind spots that the cameras couldn't see. If I took a longer route to class, I could avoid the corridor where the men's football team waited for me. If I took the shorter route, I would be able to avoid my old colleagues who lied when they said that they'd be by my side forever. If I always stayed in sight of those damn cameras, I would be okay.