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We’re in our third year of living together now. Alex is still my femboy roommate, but he’s also my best friend. We’ve been through breakups, family drama, academic disasters, and a global pandemic together. He held my hand when I got a call that my grandmother was in the hospital. I drove him to get his ears pierced (he cried, but only a little). We have traditions now: Sunday morning pancakes, bad movie nights, and an annual photo shoot where we dress in ridiculous matching outfits.

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At first, I was annoyed. I’m a “wash my face with bar soap” kind of person. But then something shifted. I started asking questions. “What does that purple bottle do?” “Why do you need two different foundations?” Alex was thrilled to explain. He taught me about skincare routines, how to shape my eyebrows (I didn’t even know that was a thing), and why moisturizer isn’t “just for girls.” By the end of the semester, I had my own small collection of products. I felt better, looked better, and realized that self-care isn’t gendered.

Bathroom counters once occupied by a single 3-in-1 body wash suddenly host multi-step Korean skincare routines, serums, and hair removal products.

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What I got instead was a cloud of vanilla-scented room spray, an impeccably organized skincare vanity, and a boy wearing an oversized pastel pink hoodie that swallowed his hands entirely.

Shared bathroom counters filled with serums, moisturizers, and sheet masks. We have traditions now: Sunday morning pancakes, bad

That was the deal. We established rules: ask before borrowing, return within a week, and if something gets ruined (makeup stains are a real risk), you replace it. It worked surprisingly well. I got to experiment with styles I never would have tried—Alex convinced me to wear a cropped jacket and a silk scarf, and I got three compliments that day. He got access to my cozy winter layers. Win-win.

He laughed and set down his chopsticks.