I could be the bitter to your sweet. {KiriBaku}

Prologue

"It's a girl!" And god damn, sometimes I wish I was. Like the time my grandparents caught me playing with toy trucks in the mud instead of with barbie dolls or dress-ups in tutus. I got a beating and no food for the entire week I stayed with them until I learned how to be ladylike. I didn't eat until I got home.

"She thinks she's a tranny." Which is probably one of the worst things any dumbass could say at a gathering that had all of my conservative, Catholic family members. Which is why that first crush was so much worse to admit in the middle of a fight with my mum because,

"Isn't it bad enough already that you're defective? Now you wanna tell me that you're a fag too?" Needless to say, she apologised the second it came past her lips, and the argument had ended then. But I knew that deep down, that was how she truly felt. At least at that point. But if only they knew how gorgeous and kind he was. But then again, I knew when to stop back then, so it wasn't too hard to let it all go when,

"Oh, I thought you were a dyke." And I doubt that I'd even admit it back then that it stung like all hell. It hurt so fricken bad that I would silently cry myself to sleep for a month. But I suppose it wasn't his fault that I looked and sounded so feminine. And even though so many people admired my abilities, they had no clue about my 'situation'. The people who did, bullied me. Nobody found out, but there was always that lingering threat. They hung it over me like strings that tied me up like a puppet.

All I wanted was to be the number one hero, a hero to everyone, especially people like me who, even if they were supported by their parents, were lonely, no matter how much they tried to feed their ego. But how could I help those struggling when I couldn't even be who I was, my true self? I wanted to be the number 1 Hero, and there was already enough speculation as it was. Rumors like that going around would kill any chance of my dream coming true, no matter how deserving I may be, or how strong I would get, the media would be my downfall.

Being an aggressive person did help avoid any questions asked that I couldn't handle, but there was always the ever-present fear of something going wrong, and them finding out. There was that allusive threat, that would taunt me with possibilities, terrible truths about what would happen to me.

If they knew, they'd drop you like a hat.

Nobody would love you, no matter how 'cool' your quirk could ever be.

You know they'd shun you right?

Imagine the rumors that would circulate. Imagine the shit people would talk. The comments they'd make.

"So is it a boy or a girl?"

"What kind of retard would wanna get rid of her tits?"

"What must her family think?"

"Surely her parents don't allow this?"

"She'll realise it's just a phase, and then settle down with a nice husband. Have a couple of kids."

I'd already heard it all before. The conservative family, remember? There were a few things wrong with those accusations though. My parents were fine with me being myself, or at least really good at pretending it. What, with the puberty blockers, 'T' shots, binders and vocal therapy that they had provided me. Also, I hate kids. They're always so loud and energetic, always drooling and forcing their irritating 'affection' on you, and demanding it back.

However, I wouldn't mind a husband at some point, if I wasn't becoming a hero. That kind of risk would be stupid. There would be too many vulnerabilities, too many weaknesses. Not to mention that I could never get anyone to love me, with all my deformities, being as abnormal as I am. Yeah, maybe a husband wasn't so great an idea to think about. It just made me depressed/

Although, who was I to be happy, the tranny. The pathetic excuse of a hero.

The fag.

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Bakugo Katsuki.

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Thanks for reading this prologue! I will warn those in advance that if you choose to read this story, you must be prepared to wait because I have a real problem for procrastination. That along with work and school, it might be tedious. However, I hope that my stories will make it worth it for you guys.

Mak