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Smol Hulk: !!! Shinsou where are you? You can’t just drop a stray cat picture without a location.
Hard Rock Café: Sorry to interrupt, but has anyone seen a bright red bag around the dorm?
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Zoom Nyoom: @Hard Rock Café is there something wrong?
Hard Rock Café: I can’t find it, so if everyone can keep an eye out?
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Zoom Nyoom: we will.
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Eijiro bit his lip, as he stared at his phone.
This was bad.
It had taken him days to even ask the class chat about it.
The bag had his testosterone patches and a few of his strong injectables for his monthly in it.
He had a bunch of the patches in his gym bag, but his monthly injection was coming up though. He didn’t know what missing one dose would do, and he kind of didn’t want to know.
His doctor warned him that stopping or missing some for him could be worse because the ‘porous bone’ effect could transfer into messing with his quirk too.
It’s why he and his moms have to save for a permanent solution of one of the many quirk clinics, his top was already done, but the bottom had to wait until once his puberty was mostly done because of gender-changing quirks and puberty always went funky. Something about the body changing the most during the period.
A swish noise drew his attention, turning he found a folded piece of paper had been shoved under his door.
Frowning, he leant down and grabbed it, another paper fell, and he was about to lean down and grab when a name, a name that wasn’t his caught his attention.
Kirishima
Dead Name
Slur
,
You would be prettier if you weren’t obviously mentally ill.
Maybe if you were clear of the drugs you would realize where you belong.
If you know what best for you, Awful Transphobic Slur.
Concerned Classmate.
Eijiro felt sick, and his legs wobbled.
Bending down to pick up the other paper; his visions went white, as his legs gave out, his quirk activated as he hit the ground.
Someone had got a hold of his elementary ID photo when he was still trying to find the words to explain what he was feeling to his moms.
Both papers slipped through his numb fingers.
He couldn’t breathe.
All he could hear was static.
He just wanted to breathe.
-
Katsuki would admit the moment he heard the cracking sound next door, he was flying off his bed, out his door, he knocked on Kirishima’s door, waited for a breath then he forced his way in.
Kirishima was curled in on himself, breathing quickly.
Panic Attack.
Katsuki cursed.
His eyes darted around, looking for clues on what could have caused it, so he would know how to talk him down.
They only thing out of place was a white paper and a smaller white rectangle. He grabbed the larger one, as he heard the telltale noise of Midoriya’s quirk zipping behind him. There were also other running footsteps approaching.
He didn’t turn, as he began to read the letter.
His jaw clenched, and it was only his self-control that stopped him from exploding the letter.
As Midoriya stopped behind him, he shoved the letter at him, before his tentative control snapped, and Katsuki dropped in front of Kirishima, making sure he didn’t touch Kirishima he started talking “Hey, you are okay, we will find the asshole, and no matter what we will get replace what the fucker stole. You are Kirishima Eijiro, the manliest badass I know, okay. We won’t let the bastard get away with this.”
Kirishima tensed at first before he seemed to hear him, he relaxed finally breathing normally. Kirishima surprised him by lunging and wrapping Katsuki in a hug. Katsuki awkwardly returned it. He pated Kirishima on the back a couple of times.
Kirishima let go, smiling, “Thank you.”
Katsuki shoved down a flush as he stood up and reach his hand down for Kirishima who smiled wider as he let Katsuki help him up.
“Kaachan is right, we won’t let him get away with this,” Midoriya promised firmly. Katsuki couldn’t help the grin because he had only heard that tone in the nerd’s voice, twice, and both times it had been glorious to witness.
“And just where do you think you are going, Mineta,” Midoriya had turned on his heel to ask.
The class parted like the red sea, so Midoriya had a straight line of sight with a frozen Mineta.
“I-I-a,” Mineta stuttered.
“You have two options, you gt to Aizawa-sensei confess what you did, or-” here Midoriya did his ‘I will make you suffer in a thousand and six ways” smile he learned for his mom, “You will wish you did,”
“And once the nerd is done with you, I will explode what is left, grapefucker,” Katsuki added.
“Bu-but,” Mineta sweated.
Midoirya cut him off, “You didn’t mask your handwriting, don’t try it. Tick tock, pick or I’ll pick for you, and you won’t like what I pick.”
Back into a corner, Mineta spat, “You wouldn’t.”
Everyone froze as Midoriya smirked, “Fucking try me.”
Mineta gulped, shaking, “I am going to go to Aizawa-sensei.”
“No need, I am already here,” most of the class jumped at the sudden appearance of Aizawa over the stairs Midoriya just nodded and walked the letter to Aizawa handing it to him.
Aizawa read it, and his face became grim, “Mineta follow me.”
Mineta gulped but his head bowed as he followed.
“Kirishima, visit Recovery Gril later she will have a new replacement prescription for you,” Aizawa-sensei called over his shoulder.
“Okay,” Kirishima was now grinning. Kirishima knocked on his shoulder with Katsuki, who grumbled but knew he would be going with him to the office.
And that was everyone signal that the disaster had passed.