Warnings: reader is trans male, students are transphobic, she/her is used by them for the reader (but only in the beginning, then there's no mention of transphobia), reader gets his shots from Roger as I decided that Brian is scared of needles also it adds a little depth to Roger's and reader's friendship, kissing at the end, dysphoria because reader hasn't had top surgery yet, also talk about not having enough money (that's normal for a college student I think, though), can be read as poc and/or asexual folks, Ig
Summary: You and Brian get to know each other in university. He is your biggest supporter as you are trans and soon he becomes even more.
Please, no Fem!Readers - Thank you for respecting my boundaries :)
I should've known that it was stupid.
The thought had been in your head all day long and every person around you seemed to have it in their eyes.
They were looking you up and down weirdly or leaned over to their friends, whispering something in their ear. The next look they would give you was disgusted.
Some people didn't even bother to lower their voices.
"She is so confused, Jesus, it's actually so embarassing."
"She may be trying, but she's never going to look like a real boy."
"She should've kept her hair long. No boy will want her as his girlfriend now."
The worst was, you started to believe those voices you heard speaking in the hallway. Even though they were only softly spoken, they managed to creep deeply inside your head. Sometimes they seemed to come out of nowhere, but they would never loosen their grip on you when you focused on them once.
You were thinking about going to another university, but would it really be any different? You didn't think so, you could only hope. But hope was a rare thing to come by as you probably didn't even have enough money to spent to move elsewhere.
You sighed into your books - you were really trying to read them, but couldn't manage to understand even one paragraph. Astrology had always fascinated you, but right now, you couldn't get your thoughts away from your outing as a trans man.
You had cut your hair, thrown on the most masculine clothes you owned and rote yourself a name tag, with your real name on it.
Nobody had used it even once, but it was still pinned to your button up. Underneath were your band-aids, which were supposed to hide your chest.
"Hi, would you mind if I sat next to you?"
You raised your head at the guy next to you. He had long, curly hair and a bag made of leather on his shoulder, which seemed to pop open any moment from the amount of notes he had stuffed inside.
"No, not at all." You moved your books and papers to your right, so he would have some space next to you.
"Thanks, that's very kind of you.", he smiled at you "(Y/N), right?"
You imagined your eyes widened a little and soon after you repeated his words in your head a wide smile took over your face "Yeah, that's right."
"I'm Brian, nice to meet you."
He held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. It was soft, except for the tips of his fingers, at least as far as you could tell.
"Nice to meet you too. What are you studying?"
"Astrophysics - what about you?"
"Astrology - almost the same as you, just with less math."
He chuckled at that "Well, that's true. Which is your favorite constelation?"
He made you smile, and your ears were probably turning red, because of the joy you felt.
You were meeting up with Brian for studying quite often after that. He was nice to have around and also great at explaining when there was in fact some maths popping up in your books.
His voice was very calming to hear and he almost always had a smile for you, even after a whole day of lectures.
When it was getting late, you often moved to some small bars to continue with learning and writing papers.
On some days, when the library was to full of people, you were moving to little cafés. You drank way too much coffee and ate cake, but managed to stay up late this way and walk home under the stars. Of course, you couldn't really see much of them, but in the parks you had a little advantage, which was that there were usually not as many street-lights.
In retrospect, it was quite romantic and you two wouldn't do shit about stopping it.
Soon, Brian introduced you to his friends, whom all managed to get your name and pronouns right from day one. They were all lovely and kind to you. Especially Freddie and Roger would show support.
But it was still Brian who accompanied you to your doctor's appointments, because you were way to nervous to go there alone.
Finally, the day had come when Brian left the room to give you some privacy. He showed you a last thumbs-up when the door fell shut and you got your first t-shot.
You walked out with a face of pure joy, and he hugged you tight.
You were able to receive those shots in your upper arm, so you wouldn't need to visit your doctor every week. She encouraged you to let her do some monthly check-ups though.
It was Roger who would give you those shots, though as Brian was actually scared of needles and you couldn't manage to reach those spots in a good angle.
Soon, his friends became your friends as well. They would playfully joke about your voice sounding like one of a teenage boy, but it brought you some great joy to hear that.
"Hey, (Y/N), what's wrong?"
You looked up from behind your pillow. Brian was standing in the middle of your room of the flat you were sharing with your friends. They had let him inside, already knowing him well enough to not be concerned.
They were the ones who made playful jokes about you and him as a couple. You were always shushing them, when he came over, although, you thought that he might caught on to something already.
"Nothing's wrong, exactly.", you sat up on your bed and looked over at him.
"Am I allowed to sit down?"
"Yes, of course, go ahead."
When he sat next to you, he gave you a smile.
"Your voice is sounding a lot better than a few weeks ago."
"Yeah", you laughed "It was kind of funny, but I'm glad I don't sound like a teenager in his voice crack anymore."
Brian's eyes were crinkling in a laugh "I am too. But because I like your voice deep."
You felt your ears turning red, mumbling a shy thanks at him.
"Anyway, I want to know what concerns you right now. And don't try to deny it. I know something is up."
"Okay, you win", you shrugged "I'm not happy with my chest. I want my surgery as soon as possible, but right now it's not possible, financially."
Brian sighed "I know.", he took your hand in his carefully "And I want you to know that you're handsome, no matter what. You are looking very masculine to me. You're beautiful, okay?"
"Okay.", you smiled. It were the words you needed to hear. Brian always seemed to know them.
"Good." You could see his eyes looking into your own and then down to your lips.
"I am going to ask you something very direct." You nodded, vaguely suspecting what that might be.
"Am I allowed to kiss you?"
Your smile definetly was overtaking your features, now.
"Great.", he whispered and then leaned down to meet your lips halfway. His kiss was soft and chaste at the same time, his mouth moving nicely against your own.
You were thankful for sitting down, as your knees felt like jelly, when he moved his fingers to your chin to carefully move your head in the direction he wanted. He gave your other hand a little squeeze, which made you chuckle against him.
You felt his smile, when you stopped kissing for a moment. In the next, your hands were on his cheeks and your tongue in his mouth - Brian didn't complain one bit.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?", you breathed out, when you parted.
"I would love to! I'm glad you asked, I think I would've been too shy to ask out such a handsome guy."
"Well, I'm not used to a pretty man being interested in me, either."
"Oh, please", he turned his head a little away from you, but you could still see his smile and "You're blushing!", you chuckled.
Brian was laughing a little embarassed, but you were littering his rosy cheeks in kisses until he was genuienly smiling and had a very red head.
"Do you feel better, now?"
"Yes", you moved your hand down to the back of his neck "And you?"
"Me too.", he gave you another little kiss, which was by far not the last one of the day.
