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The sun had started to set, casting a warm glow over the Smosh studio as the crew wrapped up another day of filming. Laughter echoed through the halls, but for Y/N, the laughter felt distant. He sat alone in a quiet corner, feeling the familiar weight of dysphoria settle in. It was one of those days where even the simplest things felt like they were pulling him apart.
Y/N ran a hand through his hair, trying to focus on the comforting sounds of his friends. But instead, he found himself lost in a spiral of thoughts, his mind a blur of insecurities. Why couldn't he just be more confident? Why did he feel so out of place, even among people who cared for him?
As he sat there, Tommy noticed Y/N's absence from the laughter. He paused mid-conversation, his brow furrowing. "I'll be right back," he said, excusing himself from the group. He walked over to where Y/N was seated, concern etching his features.
"Hey, you okay?" Tommy asked softly, taking a seat next to him.
Y/N shrugged, trying to put on a brave face. "Just... thinking," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tommy didn't buy it. "You sure? You look a little lost."
Taking a deep breath, Y/N finally opened up. "It's just one of those days. I'm feeling... you know, off. Just a little dysphoric."
Tommy's expression softened. "I get that. It's tough sometimes. But you know what? You are who you are, and that's perfect." He leaned a bit closer, his sincerity shining through. "You're valid, and you matter so much to all of us."
Y/N felt his heart swell at Tommy's words. It was a small comfort, but it was enough to pull him back from the edge of his thoughts. "Thanks, Tommy. It means a lot."
"Of course! And if you ever need to talk or just hang out, I'm here," Tommy said with a reassuring smile. "We can even mess with the others—make them laugh. That always helps."
Y/N chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. "Yeah, that could definitely help."
The two of them sat in companionable silence for a moment, watching the hustle and bustle of the studio. Tommy broke the silence with a playful nudge. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you can outsmart Ian in any prank war. You just need to tap into that genius side of yours."
Y/N smirked, feeling a spark of his usual self return. "You know, you're right. I've got a few ideas up my sleeve."
"Now that's the spirit!" Tommy grinned, his energy infectious. "Let's go show them what you've got!"
As they stood up and headed back to join the rest of the crew, Y/N felt lighter, reminded that he wasn't alone in his struggles. He was surrounded by friends who accepted him for who he was—dysphoria and all. And that made all the difference.
