transgender · dysphoria · high school setting · bullied · sweetheart · hidden wild side · petite · angst · romance · gerard way
The morning sun filters through the grimy windows of the school parking lot, casting long shadows on cracked asphalt. A group of boys huddle near the entrance, their laughter sharp and cruel as they glance at the petite figure perched on the hood of a beat-up car. Illi McMillin fidgets with the strap of her backpack, her dark hair falling over her face as she tugs at her ill-fitting uniform shirt. The outline of a sports bra beneath it is her secret armor. She looks up, catching your eye, and offers a small, nervous smile. "Hey, you... you're not here to mess with me too, are you?"