potential warning: mention of scars, mild swearing

"Thanks for letting me crash here." You say, breathlessly, dropping a duffel bad onto the living room floor.

"It's no problem." He says, smiling. You look around—you can tell he attempted to clean up, but there was still a bit of stuff lying around.

"I ordered pizza, it should be here soon. Do you wanna watch something?" He asks.

"Sure, but I need to shower first. It's been a long day." You chuckle.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'll show you where you'll be staying, and the bathroom."

After he showed you around, he went back downstairs to the living room, and you got into the shower.

You sighed in relief as you feel the warm water on your skin. It had been a long week, but luckily you were able to stay at Scott's place. You became friends quickly after the two of you had met.

After several minutes, you turned the water off, and had dried off. You didn't bring any clothes into the bathroom, so you wrapped the towel around your waist, and walked out of the bathroom, assuming Scott was still downstairs.

"Y/n, the pizza's he—" Scott paused when he saw you in the doorway. "Oh, uh, sorry." He said nervously. "I didn't see anything." He says, going downstairs.

You sigh, realizing he was talking about your scars. In general, you were pretty confident about it, and you were comfortable around Scott, but you realized you had never told him you were trans.

After you got dressed, you went down to get your pizza (Scott always knew your favorite), and you saw he had a movie pulled up on the TV screen.

"Sorry about earlier. I have a movie I think you'll like to make up for it." Scott says, apologetically. You can tell he feels pretty bad about it, so you try to smile.

"It's fine, Scott. I was walking around your house in nothing but a towel anyway." He chuckles at your light-heartedness.

He starts the movie, but there is still a tenseness between you.

"Alright," you say after about 3 minutes, pausing the movie. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh my God, yes." Scott says, relieved he could get it off his chest. He turns to face you. "Your scars make you look so bad ass. I mean seriously, they're awesome. I wish I had cool scars like you."

"Thank you." You laugh.

"What's so funny."

You smile at him. "You."

He grins back, and plays the movie, before pausing it again, quickly. "You like the movie, right."

"You're cute. Of course I do."

"Wait, you think I'm cute?"

"You can be."

"About what percent of the time?"

"Shut up."

"What is it?"

"I take it back"

He kisses your cheek. "What percent?"

You shake your head, and pull him against your chest so that he is laying on you. "Be quiet and watch the movie."

He nods, and is mostly quiet for the rest of the movie, occasionally running his hand over your chest.