~~~~~~~~~~ Year 1 ~~~~~~~~~~
Dabi was walking down the halls of his year 1 highschool hallway unknowing of what will unfold later on that day. On his way to chemistry class, a classmate of his walks up to him.
"Hey Touya!" A short, green headed middle schooler walked up to Touya. He had no idea who the runt was, so he shoved him into a locker and pulled his pants down for the whole school to see. A chubby blonde girl fainted due to it, but Dabi payed no attention.
In chemistry class, he thought he could feel his discharge happening. Normal occurrence for a middle school student. He thought nothing of it until the end of class.
Dabi stood up, and viewed a puddle of crimson residue on his school seat. 'Not today...' he thought. Touya wanted no one to know, so he put the class textbook over it and rushed to the restroom. He didn't care if he was late to his next class, he had to make sure what was going on.
Touya opened the wooden bathroom door and strolled into one of the rusty metal stalls. He pulled down his pants, and sure enough - he had started his period.
It had been even worse since he often goes commando and was not prepared. Since the school had no menstrual products for the students to use and he had a fear of toilet paper, there was one other option.
He reached inside of the tiny waste cans inside of the stall, something he had never done before. He felt around for a bit, trying to find one that was the least damp. It was strangely arousing to Mr. Todoroki. He grabbed a tampon out of the garbage and got it ready under him.
Touya had never done this before, but he assumed it was somewhat like a dick. He inserted the soaked product into his vagina. He could feel the frigid dried blood going inside of him, the feeling was euphoric. As soon as it was all the way up, he could barely feel it anymore.
After cleaning up, Touya asked his best friend, an upperclassman named Keigo Takami.
"Uhm.." Dabi twiddles his mahogany painted fingers together. "Could I use your pants for today, Takami-san?" Keigo was a mute due to getting pregnant at a young age, but he agreed and took off his pants, strolling around school the rest of the day in his tweety bird boxers.
Dabi realized these ordeals might happen for the rest of his teenager and young adult life. Blood oozing out of his baby carrier for days on end. The smell of it was heavely to him; he couldn't wait for that monthly occurrence.
