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Ever since late elementary, Bakugou had been universally seen as a boy. It didn’t start than, but that’s when his class stopped questioning him about it, and from there to high school, no one had challenged him.
It was simple. His usual rough personality combined with a masculine wardrobe and a lot of exercise equals a hunk of a guy. That and one other thing. His binder.
Bakugou religiously wore his binder, for as long as he could. He wore a binder that was too small, he wore it all the time, even in the summer, even when he worked out. Especially when he worked out. He needed to keep his image up, and a man too nervous to work out with others whilst boasting of his own prowess raised eyebrows.
That's why his ribcage was messed up.
Bakugou had been working on his explosive trajectory, finding out how to land more on the mark. He had been pulling a lot of stunts that required curving his back. The usual pain his binder brought was present, but when he had missed his target, the boy had landed on his shoulder. The blast had added a mountain of force to his impact, and he yelled a cry of frustration at his pain.
The nearby Midoriya and Iida rushed over and crowded him.
“Bakugou! How bad is your injury! Do you require medical assistance!” Iida was moving his hands swiftly as he spoke.
Midoriya put his hand on Iida's chest, backing him up.” I think he's more embarrassed than hurt, give him a minute than check up on him.”
The idea of Midoriya viewing him as ‘embarrassed’ ticked him off, and he shot up into a criss cross, gingerly holding the right side of his ribcage . His face hurt a little from the expression of fury he held.
“Fuck off Deku! My sides all fucked up and you're over here talking about feelings!” His voice reached Aizawa clearly, who had been on the other side of the training field unaware of his injury has he coached other students. Aizawa sighed and strolled over.
Luckily, Mina was quicker to the scene. She stood in front of Bakugou, hands extended as she shepherded Midoriya and Iida away.
“Guys! Give him a lil space! If he's hurt you can't rush him!” She turned towards Bakugou and offered a hand, which made him huff.
“I can't get up, my side hurts.” He looked a little embarrassed when he said that.
“It's Recovery Girl for you than. Mina, get another one of his friends and carry him to the infirmary.” Iida stepped forward and pointed in the direction of the nursery.
“If you've never been than go into the hall than take a left, right, right, left, left right left, don't take the stairs, and than a final right, and you're there.”
“Iida, that’s the long way around.” Midoriya said.
Mina waves her hands. “I know how to get there, I'll just grab Sero and go.”
Aizawa had finally arrived.
“Iida, explain.” Aizawa’s presence relaxed Bakugou. He enjoyed his teacher's no nonsense attitude, it was grounding when he was stressed.
“Bakugou crashed while training, and than Midoriya and I come over to check on him. He's too injured to stand but Mina and Sero are carrying him to Recovery Girl.” Iida's posture was so straight and tight, he would have made a nice ruler.
Aizawa nodded and turned to the growing crowd of classmates.
“Sero, help Mina take Bakugou to the nurses. Stay until she heals him.” Aizawa surveyed the others.
“Everyone else, get back to training. If I see any falters or chit chat I'm expelling you.” He only said this to kick the lazier students into full blast.
Sero rushed over and tucked an arm under Bakugou's left side, and Mina took his right. He winced and shot back, leaning onto Sero. Bakugou breathed shallow as the pain in his chest made it difficult to breathe. The group hobbled out, Sero and Mina going back and forth trying to hold Bakugou up.
He hadn't ever been to Recovery Girl before, sure, a real clinic while he trained outside of school, but he had always been safe during training. Of course, he had sent everyone, even Kirishima, to the infirmary during the year. He wasn't allowed to use blasters during spars against most of 1-A anymore.
Sending himself to the infirmary was a new one though. He had never injured himself so badly.
His shoulder felt awful, and pain had spread to his ribs. He felt some blood coming from his shoulder, it warmed his skin. Even his forearm felt bad, the damage above affecting below. His right side would be out of commission for awhile.
The trio arrived. Bakugou didn’t pay attention to the discussion between Recovery Girl and his friends, he was too focused on what she would see. He knew that to fully heal him, she had to pull his shirt up and look.
“Okay now, Bakugou, raise you hands up. Whoever gets his injured side should go slowly, he's bleeding enough.”
Sero and Mina nodded, and the two where at Bakugou's side, waiting for him to lift his arms.
“I can pull my own damn shirt off, back up.” Bakugou scowled at them.
To prove his point, he pulled at his exercise uniform’s bottom, it went up to his mid stomach and he came to a halt.
“Y'all leave, I don’t need you staring at me.”
“But Aizawa told us to stay with you!” Mina retorted. Her hands where held under her face.
“If you need help we can get it the rest of the way man.” Sero reached for the fabric, but his hand was smacked away. Bakugou glared daggers.
“Fuck off and just, go sit by the wall or some shit.” Bakugou curled back, clutching his shirt in fear of another attempt at removal.
“Bakugou, take it off, there's no reason to be nervous right now, you're getting treated.” Recovery Girl patted his covered back and smiled, he didn't return it.
“I'm not stripping in fron-“
Mina came from behind and yanked his shirt up to his neck, exposing his wounds, and his secret.
A binder, nearly matching his skin was sullied with blood on one side. It hugged his skin, so tight the skin was red. His chest seemed too small, off by a bit.
Recovery Girl tutted and shook her head.
“So, you're a girl. Figures.”
Bakugou sat straight up. “I'm not a damn girl, if anything I'm more man than everyone else in this school!” He covered his breast, their edges an angry red as they where smushed inside the binder.
“Aw Bakugou, its okay! Yah know my sisters trans too! She just got put on estrogen last month” Mina patted his leg, she was still at his right side.
“Duuude, that’s a big rack” Sero looked more amazed than amused. “How do you, fit it…”
Bakugou looked to the bed, trying to avoid his shame.
Recovery Girl ushered Mina and Sero into nearby chairs, and than she tapped Bakugou's arm.
“Young lady, take off your bra.”
“It's a binder and it's staying on this man!” He huffed and looked away again.
Recovery Girl sighed. It would be easiest to look at his shoulder first. However even an unprofessional could see that his skin loss could easily be fixed by her quirk, and it couldn't cause immobility. She placed a hand to his side, and he jumped back.
“Your wounds are related to your chest, and you need to take that pinching contraption off, I would rather not cut it off you.”
“Go ahead, I fucking dare you.” Bakugou spat.
“So be it.” She went into some drawers, acquiring a large pair of extremely sharp scissors. She pushed him down, and in his pain the blonde did nothing. Aggressively she tore the binder off, and as she looked at the damaged chest, Mina and Sero gasped.
He had a bruise on his right side, the outline seen on his skin with a glowing red, and the rest of the breast was flushed from the suppression.
Recovery Girl lifted his arms, observing flesh wounds, watching how he reacts, and than finally looking to him.
“You look shot. I can tell your ribs have been morphed but the impact sent you over the edge. You need intense healing, I know some recovery heroes who could set you back to normal, but you cant wear your chest flatner.”
“Binder.”
“Child, you need to stop being so argumentative.” She kissed his arm and Bakugou felt his pain fade away, he could move without immense pain, but he was too tired, energy redirected towards fast healing.
“How do you feel?” Recovery Girl lightly touched his upper arm. Bakugou laid back on the bed and brought his breathing back up, finally getting in some more air.
“Feels fine to breathe and move, I'm tired.” He turned his face away from her, resting on a pillow.
“Yes, a side affect of my quirk. It’ll wear off after awhile.” She looked at Mina and Sero.
“You two, go get him some spare clothing from the closet over there. Get a girls uniform and a larger bra.”
Bakugou angrily flopped over and gruffed out a sentence. “Why the hell do I gotta wear that shit.”
“Like it or not, you're not a boy, at least in the schools eyes. It’s a miracle you've hidden it this long but our policy requires students wear proper dress code, and you've been breaking the rules.” The tone in her voice was teetering on disgust, Bakugou didn’t know what to feel other than hurt, and if he hurt he fought back.
“Fucking Midnight walks around in some skin tight BDSM suit but I cant wear pants. That's bullshit.” He crossed his arms and sulked.
Mina and Sero came over holding the new uniform and a bra. It was a men’s uniform. Recovery Girl rubbed her temples.
Some more snapping at people at a forceful dressing later, Bakugou was standing in his new uniform. He was practically boiling, but embarrassment and the tears he held back stopped him from expressing himself. He'd have fallen apart.
The bra felt nice on him, he felt like his chest was allowed breathing room after wearing his binder all day. His shirt was too small, snug at all the wrong parts, around his armpits the top wrapped around, it was very awkward. His skirt was the worst. It left so much thigh exposed, and the feminine article seemed to soften his hard lines, more buff woman than a man of steel.
“There, now you're properly dressed to be a proud UA educated woman.” Recovery Girl patted his back, the tensing and flexing of muscles stuck her with a sense of unease. His, or to the elderly nurse, her held back emotions tensed everyone more than if they had been expressed.
“I'm not a woman, Imma damn man.” Bakugou's jaw was clenched tight.
Recovery Girl shook her head. “Look here, UA does not support such a lifestyle. We have an image to uphold, and a crossdressing student doesn't sit right. Be glad you can be a tomboy and not a gay boy. That would cause you some real trouble, even in school.”
She walked to his front and looked him directly in the eye. “Maybe your friends will be fine with it, maybe, maybe your teachers will ignore it, maybe, but there's no way the rest of the staff, student body, or even half of the eyes on UA will accept your actions. Now go to your dorm, wait for whatever excuse your teachers and I can come up with for this misshape, and once you aren't tied to UA you can be whatever you want.”
The more serious shift in tone settled fear into Bakugou, and he stopped wanting to fight back.
The walk back to the dorms was uneventful, everyone was still in the last half hour of classes, and he felt exhausted, both physically and mentally. He didn't want to think about being a girl to his classmates, the idea sickened his stomach. Deku, once again seeing him as an external lie, Iida criticizing him for lying, guys laughing at his figure, girls hiding from him when he went to change, Kirishima loosing his admiration for him as his manliness would be read as compensation for his false gender.
Bakugou couldn’t help he was a boy, the fact he felt much better getting called sir, how he felt more in tuned with himself while being seen clearly. It was a deep sense, tied to something beyond him, and his words could never justify this to people who would never except without reason. His maleness was his temple of love.
And he had just lost it to a fucked ribcage and a pair of tits.
Oh his ribcage, what would he do about that. He knew Recovery Girl could heal him, or assemble a team, as she mentioned, but in the meantime the initial healing was negated by the strain from walking, and he felt his breathing drop as it again got pained him to breathe.
He opened his dorm room, and there was an envelope from Kirishima, he had slid it under his door. It was a copy of his hero’s course homework and a note saying he hoped his chest healed soon, and to call him when he could.
Bakugou felt to dirty to call him, he heard high pitches in his realistically gruff and lower pitched voice, and left the gel head with a text.
*hey i still hurt from today, im doing homework than going to bed *
An immediate response.
*Thats cool man, ill see you tommarow*
Bakugou sighed, and he decided that English would help him ignore the impending chaos tomorrow. Maybe help him ignore his chest.