bakudeku- a story about trans deku au

the present ('Izumi's' pov)

Izumi Midoriya
Age: 14
'Female'

I'm standing at the edge of a bridge, one I found with Kacchan when we were younger.. not far from my house. My hair is flowing with the wind..I don't want to be in this world. I hate it here. Its cruel. Well, I learnt at a young age that it wasn't the world itself that was cruel but the people in it. My mother always told me that I wouldn't be treated the same as others, due to the fact of me being quirkless. The definition of the word? for some people it's seen the same as useless. Not able to do anything. I wish that wasn't true. I get up from the bridge and start to walk home, it's getting late mom will be worried. As I walked home It started to rain, my long green fluffy hair started to somewhat flatten out. But somethings off, I feel as if I'm being watched. I try to brush off the feeling and start to walk faster. I hear a small splash that sounded like someone walking in wet grass, I start to panic 'someone is following me', I thought. I can hear them coming closer, I start to run....

*time skip 3 minutes*

I get home and use my key to unlock the door, rushing to get in. *click* I open the door and find my mother on the phone leaning on the wall watching the door. "Izumi??" I look at her as she cuffs the end of the phone in her hand so the person on the other line couldn't hear her. "I was so worried!" she puts the phone back to her ear and says "sorry my daughter just came home I have to go" 'why did it hurt inside when she calls me her daughter I don't hate her do I? no she's a good mom!' she put the phone back and looked at me "you're soaked Izumi! let me go get you a towel" she ran upstairs to go grab a dry towel as I thought to myself 'I wish my name wasn't so girly, I wish I was born a boy.' I look back up to the sudden noise of my mom running back downstairs "here hun," she hands me two towels, "I'll get you some tea as well so you don't get a cold." "thank you." I said in a tone that was very, well how do I explain it almost like no emotion was put into it.. what's the word? is it dull? no. I start by taking my shoes off and wrapping one towel up in this stupid long hair. Then taking off my sweater and drying myself off so I'm not dripping all over the floor when I go grab some dry clothes. Once I was dry enough I go upstairs to my room and grab clothes then I went to go change in the bathroom downstairs so I can shower. I walk into the bathroom and take off my shirt, 'why do I look like this?' I look at my body up and down, I hate these curves I hate these boobs I hate everything feminine about me. I start to cry without noticing until I looked back up at myself in the mirror

pathetic,

fat,

ugly,

disgusting,

feminine.

tw: self harm (kinda)

I start to scratch my arms with my nails, I want to shower now so I turn on the shower and hop in, sitting down curled in a ball.