In a world that accepted some of the most questionable quirks and people, it was weird how the dislike for transgenderism lingered. It was like a foul smell that never quite went away, something that stuck around even after cracking a window.

Outside of training and hero internships, you never left the UA campus. It felt more accepting, like people actually looked at you for who you were, rather than who you changed, life felt refreshing.

Class 1A was especially supportive. When you told them of your transition, instead of looks of surprise and confusion, you got smiles of joy and shrugs of expectance. It wasn't something they felt the need to protest over, and you immediately went from "most determined girl in class" to, "bravest dude in the history of ever!" - Kaminari

There were a few things you still had to get used to, hearing your preferred name felt so strange when you've used your dead one for so long. Wearing the male uniform was unusual but comforting. It was a lot to finally experience, but all of it felt so right.

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This was the tough part that you knew would leave you stumped; which locker room did you go into? Sure, everyone in your class accepted you, but it still seemed... somewhat off using the boys locker room.

You stared intensely at the girls sign, then back at the boys, your brows began to furrow until someone put a hand to your shoulder.

"Hey man, you gonna come get changed, or what? Mr. Aizawa doesn't like slow-pokes!"

Eijiro... it was nice that he got you out of your thoughts in that moment. "I... I can't go in there." You groaned, rubbing your neck as you tilted your head away from Eijiro.

"Huh... Why not? You forgot your PE uniform?"

It was at the seemingly inconvenient times that Eijiro forgot you were trans. Both a blessing and a nuisance in certain situations.