#trans!deku

Just a happy trans strawberry girl.

Summary: Izuku is waking up having his periods, his boyfriend is taking care of him.

Words: 914

BakuDeku - Fluff

TW: Mention of periods, trans! Izuku

Izuku suddenly woke up, feeling a weird wetness between his legs. He quickly stood up and left the bed where Bakugou was still sleeping. He quickly took a look in his pants and saw blood trickling down on his thighs. The green haired boy sighed and took pads and left to take a hot shower that relieved him a bit from the pain and the discomfort. Once he was completely dry and after taking painkillers he tried to slip back in the bed without disturbing Bakugou, as it was still early, but the latter was already up, looking at him half-awake.

“Are you okay Deku?”

“No… I’m having my… my periods…”

Bakugou straightened himself and forcefully brought Izuku in the bed, putting him under the covers and growled at him gently.

“Stay here, I’ll bring you all the thing so you can feel good.”

“Thank you Kacchan…”

“Shut up Deku and don’t move!”

The freckled boy smiled at him and laid under the covers, waiting for his angry boyfriend to come back. The blonde male had left the bedroom and went to find a heating pad along with some comfort food. The male filled the pad with burning hot water, hoping it would sooth his lover’s pain at least a little bit. He walked back to the room where Deku was slowly swaying between consciousness and sleep.

Bakugou walked towards the bed and gently touched Deku’s shoulder.

“Deku wake up, I brought you heating pad and some food. C’mon nerd I’ll help you feel better.”

“Mmmh… Thanks a lot Kacchan…”

“Yeah whatever.”

Izuku sat straighter against the bed as Bakugou handed him the heating pad and the chocolate. He slided inside the bed, bringing the smaller boy between his legs, the blonde’s torso pressed against Izuku’s back. Bakugou put his hands against the pad, keeping it safely on Deku’s lower belly, freeing the other’s hands so he could the chocolate.

Bakugou was kissing the other boy’s neck making him giggle and relax a little bit more. Deku  was nibbling on the chocolate sighing in pleasure as Katsuki’s hand was drawing circles on his lover stomach trying to ease the pain he was feeling. Deku tried to snuggle even deeper inside Katsuki’s embrace, comforted by the smell of his boyfriend and the warmth that was radiating from the taller boy.

Deku started to fall asleep as he didn’t feel the pain anymore. Katsuki softly smiled as he looked at the boy in his arms whose breath was slowed down, now in Morpheus’ arms. Katsuki stayed with him for a while before leaving the bed, trying to disturb Deku as little as possible.

He went to the kitchen and decided to cook for his boyfriend a breakfast/meal so he could have a full stomach for the day that would help him feel less in pain with some food. He cooked him some rice, eggs with furikake, miso soup, vegetables sticks, grilled eel, yakitori and an omelette. He spent maybe like two hours preparing all the food in great quantity so both of them could eat as much as they wanted.

Once everything was ready and still hot he brought the different meal in the bedroom, putting them on the coffee table. When everything was on the table Katsuki walked toward the bed and kissed Izuku on the forehead, whispering to him to wake up. Izuku groaned and tried to stay under the covers as his boyfriend laughed at him.

“C’mon nerd. I prepared us a full meal! You wouldn’t want me to eat everything?”

“You’re mean Kacchan…”

“I’m not mean, you just have to eat my food Deku!”

“Yes yes I’m up…”

Katsuki groaned a “finally” and left Izuku to stand up by himself and sat in front of the table where all the food was. Izuku quickly joined him after a trip to the bathroom and he smiled brightly at Katsuki.

“Ah! Thank you Kacchan you’re taking care of me very well!”

“Yeah yeah… Shut up and eat nerd.”

Izuku laughed as he noticed the bright red blush on his boyfriend’s cheeks and started to eat. The meal was filling and the heat of the food in his stomach was quite comforting, he didn’t feel the pain anymore even though he was still a little bit uncomfortable. Once they finished the meal Katsuki cleared the table putting everything in the dishwasher and went back to their shared bedroom.

He touched the heating pad wondering if it had grown cold and in fact it had so he went to fill it again and brought it back, burning hot. Izuku was seated on the bed, his arms wide open for him. Katsuki snorted and gave his boyfriend the hot pad before sliding next to him and pulling him against him.

“You want to sleep or do something else?”

“I… Let’s watch a movie.”

“Alright. Anything in particular?”

“Let’s watch all the Ghibli!”

The blonde snorted but retrieved the computer and launched Spirited Away on Netflix. They watched maybe 3 movies before Izuku was slowly drifting away. Katsuki stopped the movie and took away the hot pad. He moved Izuku against him and kissed his temple, sighing softly.

“Kacchan you’re an awesome boyfriend…”

“Of course I am Deku!”

“You’re taking such a *yawn* good care of me.”

“If I didn’t you wouldn’t! Now shut up and sleep!”

Sorry it's not amazing, writing isn't a strength of mine. I had fun though and hopefully you enjoy the scenario!

Trigger warning for descriptions of dysphoria taken from my own experiences.

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A heavy sigh escaped Aizawa’s chest as the coffee maker hummed to life.

It was way-too-early-o-clock and he was already mentally preparing a new excuse as to why he was going to be giving his homeroom another free study period today. He felt little guilt in needing the extra nap time to deal with the trial that had become raising 1-A.

Wrenching open the cupboard, Aizawa made to reach for the sugar when his eyes hovered over the pitifully empty container of cereal.

Honestly.

Why don’t these kids tell him when they are getting low on something? It’s as if they all just expect the grocery fairy to magically keep everything stocked. How were they supposed to take care of others if they couldn’t even manage to care for themselves?

Aizawa had half a mind to leave it to run out and let his students deal with the fallout when they had nothing to eat for breakfast. After allowing himself a moment to muse over his own pettiness, he decided to be the adult and pulled out his phone to begin a shopping list.

The pro-hero shuffled around the kitchen, checking each cupboard to determine what items would need to be picked up during his next grocery run. It wasn’t until Aizawa reached the first-aid drawer that he hesitated.

Out of ace bandages?

Again?

It wasn’t necessarily that uncommon to need to continuously replace the classes’ shared medical supplies given the nature of the hero course, but this seemed excessive. What was this, the third time this month? He couldn’t recall that many injuries requiring bandaging having occurred recently. Problem Child hadn’t even broken anything since training camp.

Before Aizawa had the chance to tap the offending item out onto his growing shopping list, he stiffened at the distinct sound of water beginning to run through the building’s pipes.

Who has a shower this early in the morning?

Narrowing his eyes toward the common area, he pocketed his phone and prepared to reprimand whoever had the guts to break curfew as he made his way to the communal bathrooms.

He grumbled to himself as he attempted not to let the fear of walking in on two teenagers going at it prevent him from doing his job, making no effort to hide the annoyance on his face. He had not signed up to become the 24/7 guardian of a rowdy group of idiotic, self-sacrificing teens that didn’t know better; and he certainly didn’t get payed enough for it either.

Much to his relief, Aizawa could only count a single pair of feet peaking out from the shower stall as he quietly entered the bathroom. He opened his mouth to let whoever the delinquent was know that they had 5 minutes to get out of the shower and back to bed, but paused as his eyes fell on the bundle of clothes discarded in a pile next to him.

Amongst them, was a wad of ace bandages.

It wasn’t logical to jump to conclusions. The class of 1-A got themselves injured all the time (much to his dismay). Bandages had more than one use. But….

That really was a lot of them.

After taking a moment to consider the situation, Aizawa hastily gathered up the clothing, making a point of leaving the bandages, and stalked over to the shower.

“Kind of early to be having a shower, isn’t it kid?” Grateful for the way his monotone voice covered the concern that had taken root in the pit of his stomach.

Despite the build up of humidity that had collected in the room, Aizawa could feel the ice-cold shock radiating off his student as their own realization sunk in. The shower immediately snapped off.

“S-sensei?” squeaked Problem Child. Of course it was him.

There was the soft sound of shuffling before the shower stall cracked open, revealing a wide-eyed Midoriya hiding behind the door. It did not escape Aizawa’s notice the way his arm hugged the towel that was wrapped around his chest tightly.

Without saying anything, he shoved the articles of clothing he had brought into Midoriya’s arms, and watched as his student studied the bundle quickly then returned his gaze up to his teacher. His mouth hung open, and Aizawa could guess what was on his mind. He silently dared the kid to inquire about the missing bandages. It would make this conversation a whole lot easier if he didn’t have to be the one to initiate it.

True to his timid nature, Midoriya instead retreated back into the stall. He emerged fully clothed not long after, shoulders hunched, and arms folded tightly over his chest as his gaze fell to the side.

Upon seeing his kid in this state, a familiar, long forgotten agony reignited deep in his heart. It was a reminder of the hours spent getting dressed for the day, attempting to find something to wear that didn’t rip sobs from his throat. It was a reminder of the way his nails felt as he pressed them into the offending flesh, raking them down in an attempt to pull his chest from his body. It was a reminder of looking in the mirror, dissociating from the stranger staring back at him, wondering why he looked so much different in his own head. It was a reminder that, even though he was no longer plagued by the never ending ache from a body that felt foreign to him, that this was still his students reality.

Cursing his lack of tact, Aizawa attempted to allow his features to soften. For the first time since he can remember, he desperately hoped his face conveyed the emotions overwhelming his mind.

He needed that kid to know that he gets it.

That he understands.

After what felt like an eternity, Aizawa finally picked up the ace bandages and turned to Midoriya. “Are these—”

“Problem Child look at me.” he interrupted himself, wincing at the tone of his own voice. His student’s eyes finally met his.  He didn’t say anything, but the fear he was experiencing was written all over his face.

He continued after a moment to collect himself, focusing on speaking evenly and quietly. “Are these what you’ve been using?” There was an unspoken understanding that Aizawa was painfully aware of what the bandages had been used for.

Izuku had been expecting a number of reactions. Ignorance. Misunderstanding. Transphobia. But not the concern and pity coming off his teacher in waves. He briefly considered attempting to lie, claim the bandages were for supporting his mangled arms. But that look in his eyes. Somehow, for some reason, Aizawa knew.

A tired sigh brought the teenager from his thoughts, as he watched the pro-hero before him peel away his black hoodie, and quietly passed it to him.

After straightening out the t-shirt that had been underneath, Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck. “When I was younger, I found that excessively large clothing helped me feel better.” He mumbled, sheepish at his admissions.

Aizawa could practically see the cogs of Midoriya’s brain working as he processed that statement. The implications it had.

“Y-you?” his kid stammered, attempting to wrap his mind around what his teacher had just confessed to him. “Aizawa Sensei, you were— are—?”

“Yeah kid.” He cut Midoriya off, crouching before him in hopes that it would make him more approachable to the anxiety ridden teen. “Look. You can’t bind your chest at all hours, and you certainly can’t be doing it with these.” Aizawa lifted the hand the ace bandages were gathered in. “You’re going to disfigure your ribs, then how are you going to be a hero? You won’t even be able to breath properly.”

A soft sob cut him from his passive lecture, his attention fixing to Midoriya’s face as it flushed with shame.

“I- I know. I just—”, his student hiccupped as he desperately tried to justify himself.

Another sigh. “Midoriya, I’m not mad. And you aren’t in trouble.” He offered, hoping that would ease him into opening up. “I’m just… worried.”

Relief flood the kid’s expression as he sniffled and wiped a tear from is eye before it had the chance to fall. “I… my family… we can’t afford to get me a binder.”

Aizawa waited patiently as his student stumbled over how he wanted to begin.

“All of our spare funds go into affording my schooling. We barely have enough for me to attend UA.” Midoriya’s gaze fell to the floor. “I know that what I’ve been doing isn’t safe. But my mom… she already sacrifices so much for me. I can’t—”, a strangled sob escaped from him at the mention of his mother. “I can’t be any more of a burden on her than I already am. So, I just pretend I don’t have any dysphoria. She doesn’t even know I’ve been binding.”

Of course he was more focused on how his transition would affect others than his own well being. He shouldn’t have expected anything different from the kid that had shattered his arms to prove a point to a classmate.

Midoriya waited in suffocating silence while his teacher gathered his thoughts.

 “Wanting to feel comfortable and happy doesn’t make you a burden.”

His kid’s eyes widened as his head snapped towards Aizawa, a questioning look prompted him to continue.

“Being a hero is a unique job. Every day you sacrifice yourself to take care of others, and give them safety and hope. But you can’t take from an empty well. If you don’t have anything of yourself to give, if you aren’t attending to your own emotions and health, you won’t have any strength to draw from to give to those you are trying to protect. Not taking care of yourself is what makes you a burden. You understand, Problem Child?”

This elicits a weak nod from Midoriya, who’s eyes are still trained to the floor.

Aizawa studied him for a moment, before resting a hand gently on his kids shoulder. “It’s UA’s job, my job, to prepare you for the world that is waiting for you after graduation. And, Midoriya, I’m sorry, that I failed to notice that you were struggling and didn’t have the support system you needed.”

At this, an incomprehensible string of mutterings burst from the shocked teenager’s mouth as he attempted to argue that his teacher had anything to apologize for. A raised hand silenced Midoriya once more, as Aizawa refused to let the kid shoulder his own failings as an educator.

He withdrew his hand from his student’s shoulder, and stood up once more, hoping to depict himself as a someone strong that could be relied on. “Do you know why, the tuition at UA is so high, Midoriya?”, who shook his head at that. “Principle Nedzu recognizes that working as a hero puts strain on a person’s mental and physical health, and as such, set the cost of UA so that he could provide all students and alumni of this school health insurance.”

Midoriya’s mind was racing. He didn’t want to give himself false hope by jumping to conclusions but….

“Do you want to transition?”

He felt his breath hitch as his heart skipped.

“Yes.” The answer came in a breathless whisper.

Aizawa felt something he couldn’t name grow in his chest. Midoriya needed help. Needed someone to be there for him as he experienced this pivotal point in his life. He would be that person, it’s the least he could do.

He had to make his Problem Child care about himself as much as others cared for him, as much as he cared for him.

“Tomorrow, after your classes, we are going to have a talk with Recovery Girl about what you want out of your transition, and begin the paperwork to get you covered for procedures and medications you need. Alright, Problem Child?”

The pro-hero had expected the tears that instantly fell from Midoriya’s face at that. He had expected the trembling, heaving as sobs shook his small frame. What Aizawa hadn’t expected, was the solid impact hitting his chest as his kid threw a hug around him. He felt himself go rigid as he attempted to process the teenager’s sudden abandonment of his usual anxiety around authority figures. Awkwardly, he brought an arm up around his shuddering shoulders and pulled him closer.

“Thank you Mr. Aizawa.”

Aizawa felt a fond smile tug at his lips despite himself.

“If you really want to thank me, you’ll wear sports bras until the binder I’m going to order you comes in, and use that hoodie when around your classmates outside of school.” He motioned to the black fabric now hanging loosely from the kid’s arm.

This prompted Midoriya to pull away from his teacher and tug the sweater over his head. His student was absolutely swimming in it, the bottom hem coming down to almost reach his knees. But it left him a cozy, androgynous blob, and Aizawa couldn’t help but hum in approval as he watched his shoulders relax a little.

It was a relief, knowing that he could help mitigate some of the pain this poor child had to go through on a daily basis. Even if it was only a little.

Midoriya offered a grateful, watery smile as he wiped the remnants of tears from his face with a sleeve.

Aizawa’s heart caught in his throat, and despite his better judgement, he couldn’t stop himself from offering one last piece of comfort.

“You aren’t alone, Izuku. You understand me? You are never alone. I’m here for you.”

Nothing was going to hurt his kid and make him look like that ever again. Not if he could help it.

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