~trans rody soul~

The late afternoon sun spilled golden light across the field, flowers scattering under your shoes as you twirled. The breeze tugged at your dress, and your laughter carried through the warm air. You heard Rody’s laugh behind you—bright, unrestrained, the kind of laugh that always made your chest feel lighter. “YN—!” he called out, slightly breathless, running after you as his hat flew off in the wind. His hair caught the light, strands dancing just like yours. He finally caught up, hands finding yours as you both spun together, stumbling over your own feet but too caught up in the joy of it all to care. “You’re ridiculous,” you teased, leaning into him, your grin wide.