Trans!Ftm x Fandoms (Watty Awards 2019)

It's Not Fair (Shiro x Ftm!Reader)

Voltron
I know someone requested a Shiro oneshot and this probably isn't what they wanted, so I'll make another one. I just need something to imagine to put my self in a better place.
Warning: the reader is depressed and there's mentions of suicide. Sorry.

Laying in bed, my mind raced. Things have been hard for a couple weeks and it was gaining up on me quickly. I felt tears come to my eyes as a strong urge to swallow a ton of pills consumed me. Would things be better if I wasn't around? My pain would most definantly go away, but what about others? My chest felt like it had been squeezed. It's not fair that I had to stay alive and suffer through undeniable pain so other's wouldn't. It might sound selfish, but eventually people would forget me, right? Soldiers die everyday for this war and eventually memories of them are erased. I curled up further and began to sob.
I wanted to die.
But I couldn't.
I listened as the door opened and closed. Foot steps walked towards the bed and froze. Whoever had come in was listening to my sniffles. They slowly crawled into bed and covered themselves up without a word. They cuddled behind me and rested their nose on the crease of my shoulder and neck. I instantly knew it was Shiro by the way his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He knew in times like this, I needed him. Not to talk. Not to whisper sweet encouraging words. Just to hold onto me.
I listened to his breathing. It was slow, which helped me calm down. I closed my eyes and felt his chest rub against my back as he took deep breaths and the small flinches his arms made once in a while. If I was quiet enough, I could sometimes hear his heart beating in a calm rhythm. As I focused on those things, I hardly realised that I was drifting off, but when I did, it was too late. I was soundlessly asleep.