★Bakugou One Shots «Book 1»

💥💤★Insecurities

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

Ship - ShinBaku

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Bakugou's pov

I sit down in class with a sigh, pushing my now empty protein drink aside and going in to my bag to find my homework out.

"Right.. we'll start off with last night's assignment!" Mic yells as he looks through some notes.

Aizawa is in the corner already fast asleep.

"Who shall we start with?" He asks and my eyes widen.

"Ha! You didn't say we'd be reading it aloud!" I exclaim and he shrugs.

"Did I forget to mention.. well I guess you'll start then!" Mic says and I gape in shock.

"Oh hell no!" I exclaim crossing my arms.

"Katsu!" Shinsou warns pointing towards the front.

"Ughhh, it's fucking sucks anyways" I mumble getting up and kicking my own feet as I walk.

"Just take a deep breath and let the words flow out Bakugou" Mic says seeming to pick up on my nervous energy.

I bite my lip and nod, sucking in a deep breath in hopes to calm the anxiety a bit. Most people don't know about my anxiety and I reckon, if Shinsou knew this was killing me then he wouldn't have made me do it.

"Insecure..
Most people feel it with in their life,
At some point or another,
Normally not as a child.. maybe not until their late adulthood,
But insecure is all I feel,
My anxiety keeps my locked in a cage,
Held captive in my mind, a prisoner of my own reality,
Insecure is all I feel,
My insecurities pick and prod on the daily,
Reminding me I'll never be enough,
Making me think,
Am I too fat?
Too thin?
Too tall?
Or too small?
I spend my days constantly questioning myself,
My self worth..
My insecurities drive me up the wall with dangerous thoughts.. night and day,
Anxiety and depression make me feel so alone,
I stay in my own head,
A place that I hate to be,
A place that's unsafe and dangerous..
A place that's not ment for me..

And with each painful, lonesome night that passes,
I spend my days finding myself screaming for help..
But it never comes..
It's like being captured,
Enslaved and forced to watch a girl get raped,
I experienced these things when the villans got me
But I never brought myself to tell until now,
The poor girl screaming and cry for help..

That girl was me.. when I was eight..
I'm a trans male and I wish I could be proud,
But my anxiety and dysphoria make my nights sleepless with out someone by my side,
But true issues make it harder to sleep.. wondering if I'm safe or not in his arms.

For now I guess I am.."

I finish looking up at the class.

"Did you just come out Kat?" Shinsou asks and I nod nervously. "I'm proud of you" he says softly making my cheeks heat up a little.

"That was.. deep.." Mic says nervously.

"You really feel like that Kacchan.. how come you didn't tell me?" Midoriya asks and I shake my head, lightly sniffling.

"I j-just.. it's not easy.. I don't know how to talk about how I feel" I stammer holding my book in front of my crotch.

"Cuz of auntie?" Deku asks and I nod.

"She kicked me out when I told her.. she was really mad that I wasn't her perfect daughter" I say nervously and Deku scoffs.

"You've never been her daughter. You are her wonderful son Kacchan and anyone who disagrees will be Detroit smashes in to the sun!" Deku exclaims angrily making me chuckle.

"Well.. I never told anyone about the stuff in the poem so could this stay in here.. I don't want the fact that I'm trans getting out and going around the school" I say picking at my nails.

"Alright, we won't tell anyone bro!" Kirishima says cheerfully.

"Thanks.." I say playing with my fingers.

"Ain't that manly Kirishima?" Mineta asks sitting on his desk, with his legs crossed.

"It is manly bro!" Kirishima exclaims making me smile lightly.

"Well.. I'm gonna use the bathroom if that's okay with you, Mic?" I say shyly and Mic nods signalling for me to feel free to leave.

I grab a small bag from my school bag and leave to change fucking sanitary towel. Stupid period cycle.. anyways after I finish up in the bathroom, I head back to class with a yawn.

Damn insomnia is a bitch sometimes. I'm glad my classmates are so supportive though.

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Word count - 775

Hey, sorry it's short. I hope you enjoyed this though!