Help // trans bakugou//

Chapter 1: Why?

Bakugou Pov

Basically, I'm Bakugou Katsuki, and I'm transgender. That's all you need to know to understand the fucking problem I'm in right now.

You see, the universe loves me, and that's why the villain attack that just went down on the street happened right when me and the dumbasses were walking by.

Point in case is, one of the villains had a gender changing quirk. If he hits you with it, it turns you into the opposite gender for 2 whole weeks. How fucking awesome would it have been if he had hit me?!  But fuck no, it had to hit Kirishima instead.

I'm not mad at him, his quirk helps him shield others from attacks, that's what he does best during large fights, protecting us from hits our bodies surely wouldn't be able to take.

The thing is, Kirishima took this hit for me. I don't think anyone in this class could even begin to imagine how wonderful those two weeks would have been for me. I cant believe this... if I ever had a chance to be a real man for once..it was today and I lost my fucking chance.

I stood outside of recovery girl's office as I waited for Aizawa-sensi to come back out and tell me how Kirishima was. He didn't fuck let me go inside, which fukcing sucks! Dumbass fucking teacher just let me fucking go inside what the fuck is stopping you?!

Yes I'm mad ok?! I'm fucking furious with myself! How could I have let an opportunity like this slip away?!

I kept going deeper and deeper into my thoughts, slowly losing myself in them. I looked down at my chest.  My fucking chest with two clearly visible bumps. Sure, others just think they're pecks, but I know what they are,I know too damn well what they are. I pulled at my shirt with my hand, bunching it up along with my fist as I thought about the opportunity I lost today again.

I felt my eyes start to tear up as my thoughts played with me more and more. I rubbed my face with my hands in an attempt to stop myself from shedding my fucking tears right there in the middle of the fucking hall. Stop crying damn it. Boys don't cry.

Oh but you're not a boy now are you?

A thought crept into my mind, making my chest ache even more from the painful thoughts.

You're just a weak girl, aren't you? You're not even as strong like you're classmates. You're just a weak, useless, fucking girl.

S-Stop it..

What are you gonna do about it? Cry some more? Yeah cause that's a really a fucking great solution isn't tranny?

S-Shut up...

Go on, cry you useless bitch-

"Stop it!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, panting as I opened my eyes and heard the door beside me open, gorgeous red eyes looking at me with worry.

"Bakugou, are you ok?" Kirishima asked in a worried tone. I rubbed my eyes one last time, calming down and quickly thinking of an excuse.

"It's nothing, you just had me worried idiot."

I saw Kirishima smile his toothy grin, immediately feeling myself lighten a little bit. How the hell do you do that shitty hair?

"I'm ok Bakugou! You don't need to worry about me." He spoke up again, doing his usual pose, clashing his fists together and turning them into rock as he smiled proudly. This gave me a chance look him up and down, noticing some things I hadn't noticed at first glance.