This is gonna be a long term series and separate from the main "When You're A Hero And Transitioing" It will be more drama based and less casual than the other series. I'm pretty proud of the first chapter, so I'd love to hear what people think.

TWs for this fic are Abusive Parents, Transphobia, Dysphoria and Homelessness. If any of these are a trigger for you, please put your comfort first.

This was also inspired by the fic "Open My Chest And Colour My Spine" on AO3.

Bakugou was a girl. Rain falls down. The sun shines during the day. Rocks are hard. And Bakugou was a girl. The only difference between the former and the latter was that the world only seemed to believe the first three. They didn't like when Bakugou cursed them out for saying that she didn't want to be on the boy's side. They didn't like it when she said she wanted to wear a skirt instead of the suffocating slacks. And most of all, her mother didn't like it.

"Why the fuck can't I be a girl?"

"Cos you're a boy! And you're not gonna be some weak tranny!"

As if on instinct, Bakugou's hand reaches up to her face, slowly massaging the stinging sensation that originated from whenever she brought up the subject with her mother. It was only a slap, but that gives enough message that Bakugou needs. Her mother doesn't care about her. Her mother would rather a dead son than a live daughter. And Bakugou knew if she kept bringing it up, what camp she would end up in. She didn't know what her father thought. Frankly, she didn't care. He may buy her gifts and helps ice the wounds, but he doesn't do a damn thing when it happens. Just a muffled "She doesn't mean it" and an awkward pat on the back.

It was like sorting through her life, almost. You take the things you need, not the things you want. So, sadly, Bakugou had to leave the skirts and blouses that she had so painstakingly sequestered away from her parents who believed pain was an adequate punishment. So, folded into her rucksack was an assortment of slacks, t-shirts and hoodies. The kind of thing that would keep you warm. Not happy, but warm. When you're living on the streets, that is kind of what you need.

Looking across the room, she saw the pile of clothes she wasn't taken. Left out in the open were blue skirts with water-drop like designs. A blouse that had a simple turtle saying "Its OK to come out of your shell!" Deku got her that one.

And so, the turtle blouse went into the bag.

Supposed it was petty, Bakugou did, to leave everything out in the open like that. Free for the world to see. Well, her mother to see anyway. Good. She deserved a chance to be petty. To show some spite towards the woman who wouldn't let her be a woman. A final "Fuck-You" for all she had done.

It would be pretty simple. They were already in bed, what with it being 3. AM. Bakugou would hop through the window, skid down the roof and land in a bush. If she's lucky, she'll only get a few bruises for her trouble. And Bakugou wasn't planning on being unlucky. She had too much of that. Being born into this family. Having to leave a well-earned UA scholarship. Being born a type of girl the world wasn't kind to. Bout time she got some luck out of the deal.

Besides, living on the streets? Doesn't get much more unluckier than that. But she'd survive. She'll use her quirk to take what she needs and survive. No joy. No lax. No nothing other than survive.

And so, the journey began.

As she skirted down the roof and landed in the bushes, luck seemed to finally smile upon her as her prediction came through. Amazing (!)

And a figure stood only a few feet away. A figure with green poofy hair. Looks like luck decided to turn on her.

"Go home, Deku. You ain't seen anything."

"Kacchan, don't do this."

"Don't what? You want me to stay here? Here! I thought you were some sort of sensitive, emotional pussy." Hefting the bag out of the bush, Bakugou made a point of banging her shoulder into Deku's own as she walked past. "I'm done being nice. Don't follow me."

"I didn't mean stay here." This was rewarded with a dismissive *Tch!* from Bakugou.

"Ah Christ, not this again..."

"I talked to my Mom. We have a spare room. We might not have a lot, but you'd have a warm meal and bed." Bakugou felt an arm tugging at her sleeve, and it took all of her strength to restrain her quirk from going off in reaction.

"I don't need your fuckin' charity."

"Are you really that weak?" This one was rewarded with a full on glare over the shoulder.

"The fuck did you just say?"

"You're just gonna give up? On your dream? I thought you wanted to be the NO.1 Hero? I thought you wanted to prove to the world and say I AM HERE!" Great, he's quoting All-Might now. "I thought you were stronger than that. I guess I was wrong." Like merging into the shadows that surrounded them, Midoriya walked away.

Soon to be joined by Bakugou walking alongside her. The slowly growing smile of Midoriya was cut off by Bakugou.

"Not a word."

Midoriya was right. She wasn't weak. And she wasn't gonna give up. Fuck the world. Bakugou will prove to it she's a woman. She already is, so that's half the work done.