A/N: So, in this fic, you (the reader) are called by your preferred name (P/N) by friends and birth name (B/N) by p much everyone else. If thinking about being called by your birth name would be triggering to you PLEASE DON'T READ THIS FIC. I don't wanna be responsible for dysphoria. Ever. ~LJ
"(P/N)!" You glance up at the sound of your name to see Kankri running toward you. "Oh. Hey Kankri." He frowns at you. "(P/N), it's cold. You need a coat." You smile at his concern. "Kankri, I'm okay. I promise." He nods, but doesn't seem convinced. "Okay." You smile at him again and resist the urge to shiver, knowing that he'll be even more worried. The last thing you need is a worried Kankri. Well, a more-worried-than-usual Kankri. You look back down and shove your hands in your pockets, breathing in deeply. Your binder constricts your chest, and you wince. Kankri doesn't notice, thank God, but you can tell he's still concerned. You let out a breath, watching it become mist and then fade away with a sad smile. You and Kankri make it to the school building and you wave goodbye. "See you in English!" He nods.