Bad Dysphoria Day
Reader’s pov
After working at Nelson, Murdock, and Page for a few weeks, you were able to get more comfortable with the job and warm up a bit to your co-workers (bosses?). Your co-workers were all extremely pleasant and genuinely great people and that improved things for you a bit, but many of your days were still crappy days. You had woken up this morning feeling wrong in every sense of the word, and you just wanted to hide away in your bed and sleep the day away. You knew you couldn’t though so you got dressed and ready for work.
At your work, after an hour or so struggling to focus you notice Matt walk over to your chair and kneel to your level. Of all the members, you were closest to Matt. He was very perceptive and you had grown to have a mentor/mentee relationship with each other. He seemed always to know when something was off.
“Hey Y/N are you okay?”
You shrug “Not really. Bad dysphoria day.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Matt asks you.
“Not really,” you say as you fidget with your tie. The clothes you put on today make you want to scream and you feel like you’re one second from ripping them off you and leaving yourself to rot away.
“How can I make you feel better? Honestly, kid. I don’t mind.” The other man answers, making you almost want to cry. Matt was too selfless for his good and always wanted to help everyone, apparently including you.
“I genuinely don’t know,” you whisper. It’s a partial lie. You just want to hide away from the world.
Matt pauses. “I have a hoodie stashed somewhere if you’d like me to go grab it for you. You seem to be pretty fidgety with your clothes today, and I’ve noticed you wear a lot of baggy clothes when you’re off work.” Matt was an incredibly perspective guy, you had to give him credit for that.
You nod. “Sure.” you softly respond, almost in a whisper.
Matt gets up from kneeling. “Let me go grab it for you.” He then walks to his office and opens a drawer, grabbing a red hoodie and then closing the drawer only to come back to you and kneel, handing you the hoodie. “Honestly, I brought one to the office in case you were having a day like this. I didn’t mean to overstep if I did, I apologize.”
You smile weakly. Matt continues. “And next time you’re feeling like this, we can find you a coat or hoodie or something. Bring something to the office tomorrow. I don’t care if its not professional, I value your comfort and well-being above you looking professional all the time. Most of our clients probably don’t care anyway.”
You loosen your tie and take it off. “Are you sure?”
“Of course.” The older man smiles reassuringly as you slip the hoodie over your dress shirt after unbuttoning it to be less loose about the neck. You melt into the hoodie and the cover it provides you.
“Thanks, Matt.”
“If you want to talk to me you can come to me or call me anytime. And I’m sure Foggy and Karen feel the same way about you too. Your feelings are valid and you deserve to feel good about yourself. You’re a great guy, Y/N.”
You smile to yourself. You couldn’t have been luckier to have met the Devil that night because it gave you some amazing people.