Given x Reader

Mafuyu | Ritsuka

- trans! Reader ( ftm )
- the end gets hella messy, my bad; I rushed toward the ending

A boy.

I'm a boy.

Yes.

If I believe it, it's the truth.

I had everyone else believe it.

Because it's the truth.

Born in the wrong body, that's all.

I am a boy.

It was a sleepover between your two boyfriends and you. Your two favorite people were in your house. Just the three of you, alone.

Yes, alone.

Because when people immediately shut out those different from them. Your parents kicked you out a while ago. They didn't agree with you. They found you weird, abnormal.

You were supposed to be their perfect little girl. And you shaped yourself to that mold the best you could.

You kept good grades, ate anything they made, you weren't picky, and you were always grateful. But they didn't understand. Once you came out to them, all that work, all that effort, was wasted.

They no longer saw you as perfect.

They no longer saw you as theirs.

All because you were a boy.

"(Y/n), did you reorganize your cabinets? I can't find the pepper." The ebony-haired male asked, searching through the several cabinets in the kitchen.

You hum, "yeah, I reorganized. Got these new dividers to keep it tidy."

Ritsuka hums back, "Looks better this way, you even put labels on the containers." He thought it was cute. He could tell the labels were written on sticky notes with a sharpie nearly dead, handwriting barely legible.

He searched through and scanned the labels, only to find the pepper missing from its supposed spot.

"Eruhhh..."

You turn to him from your spot by the sink, hearing his confusion. Then you realize he was still looking for pepper. You forgot about that.

"Oh, the peppers' already at the table. Forgot to tell you." You laugh a little, wiping your hands dry with a nearby kitchen towel.

Ritsuka freezes for a second, light embarrassment showing on his face, before nodding and heading back to the table. You followed along with him heading to your seat.

At the table is your other boyfriend, Mafuyu. He looked up from his plate to give you a soft smile, using his foot to lazily push your chair out for you. You sat in your seat with a small "thanks" before looking up to Ritsuka to find him searching the whole table for the pepper.

"Uhh... does anyone know where the pepper is?" He asks quietly, embarrassed that he still couldn't find the spice.

The two of you both look over to Mafuyu, who'd been at the table the entire time.

He only blinked innocently to Ritsuka, salmon-colored hair shifting as he tilts his head to the side a little, feigning fake confusion. He shook his head. "It's not at the table, nope."

The taller male sighs, basically giving up on the pepper appearing until Mafuyu tilts a bottle over his food. "I don't know why you need the pepper so bad."

The pepper.

Ritsuka's face burned red. "You have it!"

Mafuyu forces a gasp, "really?" Before he cheekily smiles.