I wanted to write more Trans!Wasabi, specifically some Trans!Wasabi dating Tadashi (this is set probably during their sophomore year, and I believe Tadashi dies when he's a junior/about to be a senior?). Anyway, the new Baymax! show was a bright spot in my life and I'm really glad that it opened the door to these kinds of conversations for people who are willing to have them, so I wanted to write this fic.
Additionally, I have another new story that deals with Trans!Wasabi and some OC and Canon fun called "Dance Partners" so check that out if you have the time.
"Damn it," Wesley "Wasabi" Ginger muttered, loud enough for his boyfriend to hear from the other room. Wes's new apartment was pretty small so you could pretty much hear everything from any part of it.
"What's wrong, babe?" Tadashi asked, moving to stand next to the bathroom door.
Wesley clearly heard him but chose not to answer.
"Damn it, damn it, I hate it when this happens… Why am I never prepared for this? I'm so stupid."
"Hey," Tadashi's voice broke through again, "Don't call my boyfriend stupid."
"You're right… Negative self-talk isn't going to fix this."
"What's up? Maybe I can help."
"I'm bleeding," Wasabi said, pretty nonchalantly for someone who was afraid of a lot of things including blood.
"What the hell, Wes? What happened? Are you okay?"
"Shit. I meant I'm on my period. It's supposed to stop within a year of taking T but it hasn't yet so… Surprise, I'm not pregnant."
"Well, that's good, babe. What do you need me to do?"
"I'm out of pads," Wasabi said, "Do you think…"
"Absolutely. There's a convenience store a block away. I'll be there and back in a blink."
Wes sounded choked up, "Thank you, love. I just… I hate buying that stuff. I always feel like people are judging me, like they know I'm not a real man. It's a nightmare."
"You are a real man. You are. I promise. Anything else you need while I'm out? Anything to cheer you up? Any pain meds?"
"I've got pain meds. But I'd never say no to something sweet…"
"You got it." Tadashi knew just the thing.
"Hang in there, darling. I'll be back before you know it."
Tadashi took his key, because of course he had a key to his boyfriend's apartment, and his wallet and headed out, only stopping once to ask Wes what kind of pads to buy before trekking onwards.
It really was a short trip, and Tadashi was able to locate the requested pads quickly, cringing when he observed the packaging, which gloated about how amazing women were, not taking into consideration that not everyone with a uterus was a woman. Tadashi otherwise agreed with the sentiment but he couldn't imagine how bad stuff like this made Wes, and other afab trans and nonbinary people, feel. He also grabbed a package of Pocky, fully intending to soothe Wes's stresses with chocolate and kisses.
The cashier knew Tadashi and felt bold enough to comment on the purchases.
"For your aunt?"
"For my partner," Tadashi said with an unembarrassed smile.
"Aw, you're a good boyfriend, then."
"I try to be."
"Well, I hope you and your girlfriend have a nice day," the cashier said. Tadashi nodded, but his smile was a little forced now. Seriously, why did the whole world assume everyone who needed pads was a girl? Why did the whole world assume that everyone was cishet? All these ass-backward assumptions were just woven into society.
Tadashi wanted to change that. That's why he was working on a healthcare robot who would respect people's identities, valuing their differences while treating them like equals. He was making it for everyone who had been treated with disrespect because of what made them unique, but he was mostly making it for the love of his life.
He re-entered the cozy, well-organized apartment and made a bee-line for the bathroom, stopping once to scratch off the gendered slogan with a sharpie before handing the box through the door.
"Here you go, Wes, one box of masculine hygiene products."
That got a chuckle out of Wesley.
"Thank you, Tadashi. You're a lifesaver."
"Anytime, baby. Anything for you. Everything for you."
"I'll be out in a minute, but really. I owe you."
"Well, if you wanna pay me back you can join me on the couch and help me eat this box of pocky."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
Tadashi flopped down on the couch, grateful he'd been able to help Wes. Hopefully, in time, he'd be able to help a lot of people. But right now, he only cared about one person, and the pocky kiss that lay in their immediate future.