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

Chapter 4 - All Cough

Looks like I accidentally posted this so enjoy a two in one.

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Ahhh I forgot how nice unawareness can be. No sights, no touches, no voice, no noi-

"YOUNG L/N!!! WAKE UP!!!! Oh god she's dead, I'm calling it she's dead. Look at the way her eyes are all glazed over. She's dead-dead-dead. I can't believe Aizawa killed one of his kids on the first day," I hear someone freak out. It was a deep and authoritative voice, but it had this edge in his voice that made it so damn annoying.

And it misgendering me over and over didn't help it's case.

I groaned mentally, still not recovering enough to see or speak.

"HE'S NOT DEAD, STUPID! Don't you know how to check a person's pulse?" I hear an ancient voice reply, it reminds me of my late grandma. "He is quite peculiar, though. I figured he was hurt because of the chest binder he had on. But even after I took it off and tried to heal him, nothing happened."

Yeah, cuz it's not physical. Gah, you would think that UA adults would be a little more-

Wait did she just say that she took my chest binder off?!

That snaps me back to reality with nearly all of my concentration replenished. I sit up straight and give a painful cough into the sheets of something. When I pull them away from my face, I see bright red sludge that now has the sheets stained and the zangy metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

Once my brain calms down, I see I'm lying in a sterile white room with a curtain all the way around it. I'm lying on a weirdly comfortable cot. "Ah," I say in a bit of a raspy voice. "I'm in the Nurse's Office?"

"Yes, dear. I'm glad you recovered, you didn't seem to be responding to anything I did," a sweet looking old lady spoke. Ah that must be the nurse. She was the one who reprimanded the other person.

That's when the other guy finally picked his jaw off of the floor and kept talking in his deep voice. "Holy crap, I thought you were dead! I'm so glad Young L/n is still alive, thank you so much for helping her-"

"Him."

"Oh uh- I'm sorry it's just that- I- uh-" That's when he started coughing up blood. Red, metallic blood.

"Crap! All Might?! Are you- did I just- what?!?" I start panicking. "Why is he coughing up blood?!??!!" I practically yell at the nurse.

She smiles sweetly, completely unfazed by the dying pro hero. She then replies in a voice that kind of sounds like a slimy threat, "Oh ignore him sweetie, he deserves it after getting you very clear pronouns wrong."

Well now I'm scared for my life. Did this sweet lady just kill the Number One Pro Hero?!

She laughs and I go red realizing I had spoken aloud. "No, dear. My job concerning him is to smack him over the head when he teaches badly, not to kill him. He did this to himself. Plus," she then points at the sheets still in my death-grip, "it's not like you can talk too much."

She pushes the hero under the curtain and yells something about taking care of himself and goes back to me. "Now, can you explain to me what had caused you to faint at 3 yesterday?"

I pause to think about how to describe it. Right before I speak, she takes the sheet from my hands and puts Stain Remover™️ on it. "Well- uh- my quirk requires my concentration. And the more I use it, the more my concentration is used. And when it runs dry, I faint."

"Ahh, that makes more sense," she says, still rubbing the crimson splatter of the white lattice. "But then, why did this happen?"

"What I did was different. I could sense my concentration getting too low, so I decided to turn everything off to reset it. That means I was unaware of everything except breathing and my own thoughts. The reason I coughed up the blood was because I was forced to come out of stasis by my brain after I heard that you had taken my binder off because i figured no one knew about that and thought I was still in the middle of the field with the rest of my class."

She nods and I resist the urge to look down, not wanting to see my tits. "So uh- can I go home now?"

"I mean, I guess you could. However, there's only about two hours until school starts up, and I had told your parents you would probably need to stay the night. Therefore, maybe just go to the library or roam the halls. Meet other teachers and students. It's not worth it to go home and then come right back."

I shrug a little and look down at my tits. The one thing I was trying not to do. How did she know I had a binder on? Oh she probably got a record saying it since it is a big health thing. But do other teachers know, does everyone know?!

I force the thoughts out of my head and my eyes to look up at the Nurse instead and smile. "I don't think I ever caught your name?"

She smiles, and her voice sounds sweet as honey when she tells me to just call her Recovery Girl. She then throws my binder back at me and leaves

The nurse doesn't seem half bad.

<<skipping getting changed>>

I smile when I look down at my flat, uniformed chest again and walk out of the curtains, running straight into a skeleton.

"Again?! I mean, I'm so sorry sir," I help the familiar skeleton up. He seems a bit panicked and has a very oversized All Might cosplay suit on. "Huh."

"Oh it's fine young l/- young student. You needn't worry," He coughs up some blood. What is up with people and coughing up blood?!

"Sir I think- you should really- Recovery Girl is right in there, I'm sorry if our collision hurt you."

"Oh no, it's fine. I just need to uh- take my meds?" He says, but it comes out more of a question. Now that I think about it, his raspy voice sounds very familiar. Not to when I ran into it last time, but I could swear it sounds like-

"I'm Yagi Toshinori," he says, holding out his bony hand. Yagi?! Are you serious?!?

I take his hand eagerly and shake it over and over. "Wow, to think I am shaking hands with All Might right now it's- it's surprising. Just don't misgender me again."

He shivers at the tone in my last words and then shakes his hands, practically sweat dropping. "Me?! All Might?? Never- how- where'd you get that idea?!??"

I sigh deeply. "The coughing blood, the All Might outfit, the same colored hair and eyes, and the semi-identical voice. Need I go on?"

He sighs as well and shakes his head. I clap him on the shoulder and jokingly say, "Cheer up sport, your secret's safe with me."

He relaxes a little, so I add one thing: "Though if you out me, that might be a different story."

He gulps and nods. Geez, I'm intimidating the number one pro hero. Who'd have ever thought that a (height), flimsy, (emotional/emotionless) trans guy like me could intimidate a normally 7 foot tall man. Apparently my acting is better that I thought.

With that I walk away to the library, to (read/chill/play computer games) until class starts up.

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Anotha one bites the dust.

Yes, by the time this is over with I do plan on you getting blackmail on everyone. Except Izu, Todo, and Tsu. And other people, but specifically those three.

The biggest thing in my life is dysphoria that I can't explain and my sister casually telling me they didn't want to lose a sister.

So that's fucking amazing.

Anyway, I wrote this the day the last chapter went out. Sorry it's so goddamned dry, after the training exercise with All Shit I'm prolly just going to skip around to USJ, Sports Festival, etc.

PS why the fuck is this the first fanfic I'm publishing, I suck at writing.

Specifically fighting scenes but also just writing.

Anywhosies, have a good day mah brotha.