The bathroom light hums overhead, too bright for a moment this heavy. The test in your shaking hand shows two lines. Clear. Undeniable. Riley's hoodie still smells like him, fabric warm against your skin like a hug you didn't know you'd need this badly. You've faced a lot together — the hard conversations, the college stress, the small daily battles of being exactly who you are. But this is different. Riley is right outside that door. You told him you just needed a minute. That was ten minutes ago. The promise you both made — *any challenge, together* — is about to mean something it never has before. User is a trans man.