Adrian was really just your everyday guy, or, thought he was, anyway. He had a bit of problems at home, but as long as he ignored his parents, he was more or less fine to go. He didn't like the way his parents spoke about homosexuals, or transgenders, gender fluids, asexuals, bisexuals, everything that wasn't hetero and "normal" was just looked down upon. Adrian hated that with a passion. He wasn't a judging person, but he had yet to figure out what he himself was. He had sometimes wondered whether or not he was a gender fluid. It was a bit confusing and all, and he had decided to say for now that it was "okay" to refer to him as a boy. Since childhood, Adrian had liked dressing up; he also wanted to dress as a princess, have his hair long, and be pretty. But he also wanted to go back to being a boy, playing a ninja, playing soccer, playing video games, do "boy" things. But he had never told his parents. Sometimes he had imagined himself wearing things such as skirts, and the thought really appealed to him. At the moment, he had his hair shoulder long and falling in one eye, that way, it was neither a boy's nor a girl's haircut, and depending on how he styled his hair, it looked feminine or masculine. He had big, red eyes and his hair was ebony black, standing in contrast to his pale skin. He was extremely pretty for boy, and he appeared neither female nor male. He was fine with that. But then he came into college, and some things changed. He had felt attraction towards a lot of people, but he didn't know whether he liked males or females. As he had at some point even dated a transgender male, he could only conclude himself to be pansexual. He hadn't dated much, only a handful of people, and no relationship had lasted very long. He had moved into a college dorm and his roommate was an equally adorable boy. Adrian immediately began to "study" him. And somehow, he had drawn the conclusion that this guy... was a transgender female. Everything suggested it. And he sometimes also referred to himself as a girl, and he acted and looked slightly like a girl. He didn't seem to be aware himself, though, as if he was sort of... denying it. Adrian didn't mean to pry about it so he had never asked, but over the course of months of observing this roommate, Adrian had fallen in love. It was stupid and really odd, but he didn't want to say anything. He felt as if it would ruin everything they'd had so far, everything that they had built since they both entered college as outcasts and ended up in dorm together. But Adrian was so hopelessly in love that it was hard to hide. He sometimes snuck over to the other in the middle of the night, and sat down by the bed to stroke the hair of his crush. It was such nice moments, and he knew that he was the only one who'd remember them. So here he was, and now his roommate wanted to talk to him about something. Adrian immediately thought he'd been caught, but he obediently sat down across from the other. "Uhm... yeah... you said you wanted to talk? Is there something wrong?" He asked anxiously.