Sander Sides One-Shots 2 // Logicality, Remile and Prinxiety

Trans Debate | Logicality

AU- Human, high school, trans Patton (birth name Sunniva “Sunni”
TW- Bigotry (homophobia, transphobia, sexism/misogyny), Patton cry, sorry
This doesnt actually have a ton of Logicality, but read it if you want.
   
   

Logan and Patton walked to the stairs, where the debate club was always hosted on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Thursdays (which was this day), they drew from a member prompt and debated on that. Could be anonymous, but often wasn’t, especially on controversial subjects.
   
“My back hurts,” Patton muttered. 
   
“Would you like to change out of your binder? You’re keeping a bra in your locker like we’ve discussed, right?” Logan asked. Patton smiled. 
   
 Patton, Logan, and Patton’s parents discussed precautions for binding, namely setting a timer that he’d start when he put it on, and putting a sports bra and baggy shirt in his locker. 
   
“No, it should be fine. I’ll change when I get home though, I promise,” Patton said. 
   
“Thank you, Star,” He said. Logan was probably the most cautious for Patton out of everyone he knew. Sure, his friends were also very caring, but Logan wanted him to feel comfortable, safe and be able to get surgery. And his parents cared too, but they were still new to the whole LGBTQ+ thing. 
   
They made it halfway up the first flight of stairs when Patton was out of breath. 
   
“Would you like me to carry you?” Logan asked, hiding his smile.
   
“Yes, moonlight,” Patton said with a smile. Logan picked up Patton, carrying him up the rest of the way. He put Patton back on the floor outside the English Classroom. They entered, hand in hand. 
   
“Hey, Logan, hey Patton. What’s up?” Carson asked. Carson was on the debate team too. He talked to Patton and Logan quite a bit, but neither Patton nor Logan considered him anything close to a friend.
   
See, most people didn’t even know that Patton was trans. He usually talked to teachers before the first day of school and had them change his name to Patton, calling it during attendance and seat placements. 
   

Carson was one of those people.

Most people didn’t know that Logan and Patton were gay for each other either. They were actually pretty obvious about their relationship, holding hands, never not eating lunch together (even when Patton got lunch detention for a late assignment), and Patton often sitting on Logan’s lap. But most cishet people at their school were kind of idiots. No offense to the rare cishet that may read this.

“We’ve arrived here, just like you,” Patton said. “That’s about it.” 

“Hey,” The instructor said. The instructor was an English teacher, Ms Flores. She was basically the coach, but no one called her that. “Today, we’ll be drawing from the box, so Red!” The young man, Red, basically appeared at her side. “I summon the box!” She said dramatically. Everyone laughed and Red put the box in her hand. 

“Thank you,” She said, “Return to your seat.” Red did so. She took off the lid of the decorated shoe box and pulled out one of the sticky notes. “This is from Carson,” She said before unfolding it. “Should trans males be allowed to use the boy’s room, and vice versa,” She said, her voice slowing down in unease after reading it. She fidgeted with her long hair. 

“Okay, uh, I’ll select pros and con debaters,” She said, anxious. She pointed at Carson, “Con,” She said. Carson’s eyes widened.

“What? No, no, no, I’m not debating on the side that says trans girls are allowed in the boys room,” He said. 

“That… you aren’t,” She said. Patton snickered, realising that Carson didn’t know what he was saying. 

“Exactly, because I’m debating pro,” He said. Patton continued to laugh. “What is so funny, Hart?” He asked coldly.