Yarichin☆Bitch Club: New Transfer

11.2: Transphobia

"Get off of me!" Enishi struggled.

"I know you're really a chick! Just the tip!" Shigarashi grasped at the back of Enishi's pants, Enishi face down on the floor.

"No! I'm a guy!" Enishi exclaimed as Shigarashi yanked down his pants.

Enishi's sex change was evident at that moment. Shigarashi got up, kicking him in the side until he turned over.

"Disgusting," he said, kicking Enishi's jaw.

He knelt down, tearing through he white shirt, revealing Enishi's pectoral muscles.

"You fucking ruined yourself!" Shigaraki kicked him in the abdomen near his closed uterus.

He coughed, nearly throwing up. Shigaraki did not stop there. He licked him in the the side of his bad thigh, choked him, and punched him repeatedly. Shigaraki spit on him and left the room once he was done. Enishi was bruised and battered, half naked. He tried to get up, at least covering himself with his boxers before the sound of bone against bone made him lock up in excruciating pain.

This is the life he chose. He didn't regret it. No matter what, he loved himself this way. Nothing was going to change that. He pulled himself to the side of a bed, attempting to haul himself up. He tried many times, now beginning to break a sweat. He finally managed to balance himself up. He had to hold his side and walk with a limp. His right eye was swelling shut and his throat was throbbing.

He limped out the door slowly. He checked his phone, the screen slightly cracked. It seemed Akemi had tried to call again. So did Yacchan a few times. He'd lost track of time. It was quite late now. He took his time getting to his room. Sadly it was on the third floor, he was on the second floor. He went up the stairs, everyone now heading to bed or already in bed. He took a break on the landing between the second and third floor. He heard footsteps coming up and he rushed to the third floor, hoping not to be seen so battered and beat up.

When he reached the doors to the third floor, he saw people through the window and ducked down. Once he was sure they were gone, he headed for his room. When he got there, he hid behind a corner, noticing Akemi, Yacchan, Toono, and Kashima at his door, banging it quite loudly.

"I see you've gotten into quite the tussle as well," Enishi nearly jumped out of his skin as Shikatani appeared behind him, he held a massive red mark on his face and faint bruises on his throat.

"Sh-Shikatani please-" "I won't tell them, hut you better clean yourself up. You look atrocious," he said, heading out to the group.

He spoke to them, Enishi too far to hear what they were saying. The group then suddenly left, heading downstairs. Enishi took his chance and headed to his room. He did his best to cover his wounds with clothes and his under his covers. There had to be a few fractured ribs. His abdomen about his crotch was bruised painfully, his side was massacred, his black eye had nearly swollen shut now. It even hurt to swallow, much less breath. After a few moments, he began to cry. It hurt to cry, but it just spilled out.

He wasn't disgusting. He was a person, just like everyone else. He was a boy, he wasn't ruined. He was worth something, right? He gripped his pillow tightly. No, he has and always will be worth something to someone. He is loved. He abruptly cut off his sobs at the sound of the door creaking open.

"Fuck! Today was crazy. You ready for a round, Fat Ass?" Tamura exclaimed, shutting the door. There was no response. Tamura went over and shook him. He pretended to be asleep, pain filling his body.

"How are you already fucking asleep? I wanted to lay with you..." He muttered to himself. He turned and went to his own bed, going to sleep. Enishi stayed up, waiting until he was sure Tamura was sound asleep. He needed to get to the nurses office, and fast.