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I was walking down to the support classroom after my first hero class. I'm so so happy, I'm finally in the school that’ll help me get to be a hero! And even get rich enough to help my family! Only issue so far is, well, my body. I cried as I walked out of the boy’s locker room, and Ei said he understood since he already had top surgery. I’m not going to say I wasn’t jealous cause I kinda was. But I was not mad at him!! I just wish my family could afford it and insurance will never cover it. I just want boobs ya know? I sigh out loud as I reach the door leading into the lab, before I go to touch the handle I get flung back into the wall by an explosion! Wow! That kinda hurts, I think as I try to move, but notice I have someone on me. I screech and try to move, but I’m stuck between the wall and a pretty person, and moving sideways hurts cause I forgot to take off the bra.m, and shit I need to get a new one but I can’t seem to find enough money cause it all goes to my parents, as much as they fight me on it.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry ma’am! I thought I had the calibrations correct.”I almost squealed in happiness, I pass!!! I mean I have for a while but sometimes my dysphoria hits me like a runaway train.
“Oh you're ok sir! It happens! Nice to meet you, Ochaco Uraraka. What’s yours?” I smile as he hands me hand to help me up. “Hatsume Yamato, lovely shirt my dear.” He winks at me and I blush. Oh shit he’s cute and flirty did I die in that hit? I’m so happy I think I might be blushing.
“So brings a lovely lady like you down here?” I know I’m blushing at this point.
“Well, uhm you see- I need an update of my costume? It’s extremely tight and I’m uncomfortable” I look away in fear of what he’ll say.
“Oh dear, we can’t have that now can we?” He grabs my hand again and drags me into the lab. “Hey loader!! Is it cool if I help this lovely lady with a new suit?”
Loader turns around and groans. “Yes, just don’t change it too much, what ya want kid?”
I jump as I realized he's talking to me in the last part. “Well I’m sir, it’s too tight and I’m not comfortable. I feel ashamed of it if I'm being honest.” All he does is nod and turn around to focus on his projects. He really goes to show how heroes are I guess.
He leads me to the workshop? I don’t know it’s so big, he continues to a room on the side. “Alright, pretty lady, so what exactly makes you uncomfortable?” I feel a lump in the back of my throat in fear of how he might react to me trans.
I decide to just go with it and if he refuses I’m sure someone will help me. “So I feel as if I’m not feminine enough to wear it as they made it. I have to pack it to fit around my chest and that is unsafe while jumping and running you know?” He smiles as he keeps writing notes as I speak. “And it’s too tight in the” I take a deep breath, “in the pelvic area as it isn’t as… flat as most females are.” He nods.
“Alright so I’m hearing a little tighter in you upper area to help you not have to pack?” I nod, “and looser in the pelvic area to help combat dysphoria?” I nod again.
“Alright so that should be done in just about an hour, do you wish to stay pretty lady?” He asks as he puts his pencil back up in his hair.
I nod. He smiles at me and I feel like he understands my issues. Is he also trans?? Am I using the wrong pronouns??? “Sir! I’m so sorry if I’m using the wrong pronouns! I should’ve asked.” I bow, “please forgive me for this transgression.”
He snorts, “Oh pretty lady you are just adorable.” He ruffled my hair as I bat him away. “You’re fine lady, I’m transmasc. I almost squealed when you kept saying sir, considering I have some boob” I smiled. He’s adorable!
“Oh thank goodness! I was worried for a second!” He ruffles my hair again! Rude! He turns around and gets to work on updating the outfit.
A few hours pass and he looks over at me, “this is taking longer than expected, do you want me to order some food?” I look over away from looking at some of his work. “Oh sure! Sounds good.” He nods and pulls his phone out
“Whatca want pretty lady?” I blush, holy shoot I don’t know if I can handle him saying that!
“Umm I don’t know sir, I usually eat cheap, so can you dash McDonald’s? If not I can!” I say hoping he does as I barely have enough for the week.
I feel like he knew as he just smiled and pulled up the app, “Don’t worry pretty lady, I have it covered, my parents own a really big support company that helps all might and hawks!” Aww he seems happy and a safe option- shit brain we just met him like 6 hours slow the hell down.
“Would you want Mexican instead? I can get it delivered for free.” I nod and he does a few things on his phone. I ordered you a Californian burrito, is that ok?” He seems genuine. So I just nod again, I feel as if I’m nonverbal again. I don’t like this. What if he judges?? He just smiles at me and pats my head again, “alright, it’ll be here soon pretty lady.”
He then sits down and starts asking me yes or no questions, “So, you like it here at UA so far?” I nod. “Good to hear, pretty lady.”
It continues until food gets here. He then excuses himself to go grab it.
I don’t know how to feel, he’s so nice and he seems so wonderful, but I doubt he’ll go for me, he comes from money after all. I sigh and I wait for him to get back.
He returns and I jump off and run over to him. “Oh my gosh!! You’re the best!!” I then grab the food and bring near a table that is out of the little workshop. I put it down and start pulling it out of the bag, I’m so hungry I haven’t eaten much since I’ve gotten here, trying to stretch the money to help my parents and keep myself a little safe money in case something goes wrong. He smiles behind my back and I wouldn’t of caught it if I didn’t look back to say I have it ready.
He grabs my hand, “pretty lady, if you ever want food just come here during lunch mk? I am more than likely here working on one thing or another.” He smiles and then let’s go. I stand still in the time and space I feel like. He was careful to not grab all my fingers, and he offered food to me, and fuck I never thought, shit, I don’t know how to feel. So I turn around and smile.
“Thank you kind sir” I say as he laughs. I go to the table and eat. As the day ends I sit on the counter and make small talk until he says he has to leave as it is nearing 12 am.
“Really?? Well I must head home too! I'm thankful I grabbed my keys to my apartment!” He laughs and then leads me out of the school.
“I’ll have it done by 11 am tomorrow pretty lady, come there at lunch.” I giggle and nod.
And at that we split ways and hope to meet again.