The Thing About My Body (Trans! Depressed! Deku // MtF)

He stood on the rooftop; watching the sunset was his favourite passtime here on earth. Maybe he'd continue to like it in death, whatever that may be. Watching the blue become purple and pink blend into orange. Watching as each colour, prominent in itself and even more with others, blending to create such a beautiful ombré that to watch such a spectacle couldn't render you bored. At least, that's how Izuku felt.

Kit hated sunsets. He said they were boring and he hating sitting around idle. 'Like a sheep in a slaughter house.' He used to say. He loved to live life on the edge and as much as the two liked each other, it wouldn't ever work out. Plus, Kit was gay. Kit couldn't date a girl, not someone like Izuku. Not some transgender freak.

Izuku always new something about him was different and once school started and he begun to hang around girls more, he confirmed that he not only liked them but he wanted to be them. Not the girls in specific but a girl, Izuku Midoriya wasn't a boy, that was something that she was positive about now. And she (if she survived this) would instead, go by Izumi Midoriya.

And suddenly, she found herself torn. She was heartbroken over what Kit had done and even with Kaede in his place, she still felt empty, masculine, constantly under pressure to be this ideal man with an ideal wife. But in that moment, the dysphoria, sadness, anxiety, constant fear of being abandoned and everything else she had to deal with, it was all gone. No matter how deep she dug, she couldn't feel any of it. All she could think about were happy memories. When she told her mom she should start dating again and she wouldn't be weird or mad about it, when she first got with Kaede, when they first kissed.

And for the first time since the USJ incident, Izumi gave a true smile. She took a step away from the edge and sat down on her knees.

!Contains!
Arguing
Swearing
Self Harm
Suicide
LGBTQ+
Sexual Assault
Graphic Depictions of Violence
Death
Misgendering
Deadnaming