FTM! Reader X MHA! Story [Am I Man Enough?]

Prolouge- Progress is Progress

Pushing that door open was possibly the hardest thing I've done in a while. It seemed really heavy, but that might've just been my reluctance to open it.

"Ah, l/n! You're not starting school until Monday! What're you doing here on this fine Friday?" The high-pitched principal asked from a chair piled with books behind a creepily neat desk. His office wasn't anything special, besides there not being a speck of dust in the room, kind of looking like a stereotypical principal's office. Though I guess that was surprising since the principal is a mouse-bear-dog-thing.

"Uh, yeah I wanted to talk to you about something that's, um, pretty important to me," I stumble, mind going a mile a minute.

Dammit y/n, get your act together! The worst thing he could do is tell your parents and-and it doesn't matter what'll happen after that because we can always just fake our death and become a forest goblin! I chuckle out loud at the wild fantasy I promised myself if my parents ever found out.

"L/n? What did you want to talk about?" Principal Nezu asks, jumping off of his stack of books and sitting down on his couch. I slid into the chair across from him, e/c (eye color) eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but the principal.

"Well-I-Well see the thing is-I'm-" DAMMIT!!! Why is this so fucking hard! I curse myself, wringing my hands so hard my knuckles turn a concerning white and start aching.

"L/n D/n," I cringe hearing my 'legal name', "I assure you that whatever you say to me is told in confidence. If it is something you wish to keep a secret, you only need to tell me."

"Well, I mean I wouldn't want you to keep it a secret. Wait no-the specific thing is what I want you to keep secret but the overall-" I stop in the middle of my rant, hands suspended in air from acting out my words. It's a bad nervous habit. I stuff them in my armpits to stop them from moving, hitting one of my bruised ribs.

"Shi-oot?" I say, remembering who I'm with. I shake my head rapidly, "Sorry, I've-I've never technically admitted this to anyone- well except Kiri and Mina- and I'm a nervous wreck and keep contradicting myself like an idiot and-

"I assure you l/n that you do not have a need to apologize. I am the school principal and I wouldn't be a very good one if I wasn't here for the students, hm?"

I chuckle nervously, glad he cut me off before I could embarrass myself further. "Heh, yeah I guess so. I just..."

I feel sick, I want to go home, I don't want to be here, I can't breathe, I don't want to be here, I want waffles, I need to leave, I need to breathe, I want to leave, when did it get so hot, WHY CAN'T I BREATHE?

"I'm not a girl. I'm a boy."

"Oh! Then in that case, just a second I'll get your student file!" Principal Nezu exclaims, running off to his pile of books and pulling out a random file and a pencil, sitting down at his desk. "So, pronouns he/(your choice) I'm guessing?" I nod a bit, dumbstruck he treated it like it wasn't a big deal. Like it wasn't something monumental. It felt... right.

"Name?"

"L/n Y-Y/n."

"Oh that fits you so well! Next, do your parents know?"

"No and-and I'd prefer to keep it that way. They don't seem super accepting about it..." I say whilst becoming an expert in the pattern of the floor carpet. "They aren't abusive to me or anything, emotionally or physically, but they often badmouth the community and believe that 'real Christians shouldn't support the gays.' They sometimes use slurs, but never directed at me. They're good parents and I love them, they just lack in that part is all."