(a/n: title. I guess there's a bit of character dynamic exploration here? You're not missing a lot of you skip it. Kinks: yandere, drugging, force fem, hypnosis, musk)
Eden’s hand flopped onto their phone. As much as they wanted to believe otherwise, the blaring alarm assured them it was indeed 9 AM. They eventually managed to turn the alarm off, not bothering to roll off the bed yet. Surely, 5 more minutes couldn't hurt. With half-closed eyes, Eden pulled their weighted blanket over themself, feeling around in search of something. Eden slowly rose from their sprawled out position, rubbing their eyes. They ran all over the room, starting from the bed with bed sheets tentatively attached. The floor was littered with pieces of notebook paper and clothes, a large pile spilling from the desk chair that they promised they'd put away later. The desk was surprisingly bare, matching the walls of their tiny house, with only a dead laptop and a fake plant on it.
They sighed as they forced themself out of bed. Their target was soon found; a small plush toy of a brown anthropomorphic rabbit, hiding under a gray jacket. Eden sighed in relief, squeezing the bunny tightly with a large smile. “There you are, Sentro! Don't try to escape like that again, you'll worry me…” The plush gave no response, but they could tell their words made it through. They gingerly set it back in bed, tucking it in and giving it a small kiss on its pink nose.
With a sense of relief, they stumbled over to the bathroom (moreso a closet with a toilet and sink), grabbing clothes at random from the pile. Today's look is apparently black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with a band logo that they’ve never listened to, and a binder of course. Eden glanced in the mirror, trying to adjust their hair while avoiding the reflection’s gaze. Eventually, their light brown bedhead hair reached a point where it looked more of a deliberately messy, shoulder length cut than how they woke up. They quickly brushed their teeth, stealing a glance at themself in the mirror. An odd figure glanced back. One that wasn't masculine enough, and yet too masculine at the same time. One that lacked the parts they so desperately wished came naturally instead of being supplied with a gender subscription. One that wasn't them.
Eden sighed. It always felt bad when they looked in the mirror, always hoping they'd see the person they were looking back. They forced themself to focus. Today was important, after all. Saturday. No work, no responsibilities, nothing stopping them from spending all day with whoever they wanted. And of course, they’d choose their girlfriend every time. Eden had her schedule down to a science; if they didn't leave right now, they'd be late.
“See you soon, Paige!” they exclaimed with a wave to the stuffed toy. They locked the door and began the trek. It was a temperate August, the wind being a welcome coolant to accompany his uphill climb to the city. Their eyes stayed locked on the sidewalk in front of them, ignoring the usual glares and laughs they received on their walks. No amount of barely-concealed mocking or loud slurs could wipe the smile from their face. Eventually the ground leveled out, and Eden found themselves on a stretch of land littered with assorted buildings. The most important one was the older café, of course; Paige was always there around this time.
They walked inside and glanced around, quickly finding their partner in the dining area, tucked away in a corner table with her friends, as always. Grabbing a seat at a table a short distance away, they sighed. It's not fair how she had so many friends and yet no time or room for her partner. It made Eden upset. She was Eden's, she should be with them all the time, everyone should know how in love they were... they forced themself to take a deep breath. Surely it was an act. Paige was always a good actor, putting on different faces to make it in the art world. With her short black hair, loose stubble on her chin, and her deep voice, she played the role of a boy very well, almost convincingly. She had everyone convinced she was a man going by Reikas, but Eden knew better. What cis man would wear a baggy black jacket and equally loose black jeans all the time? She's just in denial. She's really just a cute trans girl, waiting for her knight in shining armor to swoop in and save her…
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