I'm Not Confused (TodoDeku)

Door no.105: Chapter 02

Todoroki's POV:

"No you're not, my daughter is not transgender" My father said, "yes I am, you need to learn to accept that fact" I replied calmly.

My father stood up, about to slap me but before he could I pulled out a pair of scissors. "Watch" I said as I cut out a huge chunk of my hair, most of the red side falling to the ground. "YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!" He hit me, harder than he ever had before, making me fall unconscious.

When I woke up, I was in the car and my mother was driving, "you're awake, thank goodness, I talked things out with your father and he refused to accept you. We're going to get your hair cut and then I have a huge surprise for you" she said. "Right, Thank you mom, I love you" I said. "I love you too Shouto" she replied as we drive to the hairdressers.

We got my hair cut short, in a more masculine style. I was so happy to finally have short hair.

We then went back to the car, I wouldn't stop looking at my front facing camera on my phone and smiling, "I love it so much" my mother drove off, though when we arrived back, we parked across the street. I didn't question it until she walked inside the block of apartments that was in front of our house, gesturing for me to follow her.

We went to the top floor and she stopped outside door no.105, "listen, the last thing I want for you is to grow up in a house where there is an unaccepting person, so I went and got you an apartment" she said, hoping I was okay with it. It was a risky move, but I was grateful. "Thank you so much! And I get it all to myself?" I asked getting a nod in response, "thank you so so so much" I said. She handed me a key, "remember if you need me, in only across the road, you can call me anytime too" she said. "Anyway, I've got all of your stuff inside and it's already furnished to save you from doing it yourself, there's food in the fridge too and I've given you some money if you need to buy any more soon. I know how mature you are and I'm trusting you with this" She was talking really fast but she stopped talking when I hugged her tightly. "I really don't know how to thank you for all this, where did you get the money for it?" I asked. "You're a model, you're famous so you get paid a lot of money by companies for the photoshoots" my mother replied. "Wow, I never realised I was famous" I said. "I see, anyway, I'll leave you to go inside" she said and I nodded. She walked off and I went inside. She wasn't kidding when she told me I was paid a lot.

It looked like something out of a millionaire's home. A black corner sofa placed in the centre of the living room with a TV on the wall and a glass coffee table in front of the sofa. The kitchen and bathroom were also modern and to high standards. And hell, my bedroom wasn't pretty and pink anymore, instead it was black and like the rest of the apartment, very modern. My room did look boring to some people, but I liked the look of it. It was so neat and tidy. There was even a balcony.

"I'm so lucky to have this as a kid..." I whispered softly. I looked through the drawers in my room and I found binders, "yes!!!" I said in victory. I had quite a large chest since I was 12 and now I can get rid of it...maybe now I can be confident enough to go to high school, seeing as I've been homeschooled for a long time.

Next thing I knew, I had been accepted into UA.

It had been a while since I started living on my own, and I had one day until I could socialise with other people like a normal teenager could.

((Before I go on, I am from Britain. Our school system is slightly different to other ones, so just to clarify for people who don't know:
Year 7: 11-12 years old
Year 8: 12-13 years old
Year 9: 13-14 years old
Year 10: 14-15 years old
Year 11: 15-16 years old
Sixth Form: 16+ years old))

I was joining year 10 the next day and I had nothing to do. I decided to go out to get some coffee. I left my apartment and went to a nearby cafe. It was a cold autumn evening, leaves of many colours crunched beneath my feet as I walked, yet that sound was soon disrupted by the soft voices of the people in the cafe.

I sat alone at a table for two ((And I just wanna be served~ and when you think of me— Sorry I like P!ATD too much)) right by the window, sipping a cup of coffee. I looked at the people pass by, and a certain someone caught my eye...