!!This is a fan fiction/AU (alternative universe). Actions or/and situations are NOT like in real life and I KNOW that. I do some research on things (If needed. Even though it's not a big research, I try). If I see someone comment "In real life it's like..." I will delete that comment/this kind of comment. So please don't do that. But I'm happy, if you correct me on spelling mistakes. Thank you!!

This story has many triggering points. The tw is for the whole story. This also goes for the comment section.

-Bakugous POV-

"So Katsuki, here is your food, try to eat. And you will get a roommate in a couple of days, so please clean your room a little bit" Nemuri looks around my messy room

"Yeah, whatever Nemuri" she walks out, leaving me alone with the food. I just look disgusted at it.

Basically, my name is Katsuki Bakugou, I am seventeen years old and I am suffering from anorexia, for four years now.

People introduce themselves when they tell their stories, right?

So, at first I thought everything was fine but once I didn't eat for four days and passed out in school, I got in the hospital. Nemuri was from then on, always on my side. That's why we are on first name basis, we are close.

I guess it's been some time since the incident, but it's not really important.

My condition got worse, last year I almost died. But I didn't really care, life is just unpleasing, it's boring and in my eyes, just meaningless.

But aside from that, I can't eat. It just doesn't work. Every Time I have the food in my mouth, I have this disgusting feeling. I don't know, it's weird. It's just, I want to vomit it all out.

I stare at the food, that's on the table. I stand up and walk over. Bacon and eggs. I take the fork and try to take a bite from the egg. I take it in my mouth but almost immediately spit it out.

I take my phone out and text Deku.

Deku is something like a childhood friend. We know each other since forever. We weren't exactly really friendly from the beginning, but it's normal now, in my opinion.

I ask him to come over later, after my check up. He texts back after a minute and says he will come over around 8 pm.

I feel really lonely in the hospital, I only have Nemuri. The others are scared of me, because I am scary or some shit, I couldn't care less thought.

I open my Instagram and check my posts, I am kinda popular. I kind of need to keep myself entertained, so this is an option.

Im an 'inspiration' for some people, because I'm so skinny and some people see it as beautiful. I just think they are idiots.

Inspiration, really? I'm dying here and still I am inspiration for them?

I got angry and turn my phone off.

I sit down on my bed and take out my sketchbook. No one really knows that I draw and I don't want them to know. But what they do know, everyone in the hospital and the people who follow me, I can sing and I do it from time to time.

I start to draw an angry Pomeranian, because why the fuck not?

Nemuri walks in my hospital room "Katsuki, time for your check up, come with me" I put my sketchbook away and follow her

We go in another room "Strip, keep your boxers on" I take off my clothes, now only standing in my boxers there.

She points at the weighbridge, I step on in and then look at the numbers. After a couple of seconds it shows my weight.

Nemuri takes a look and sighs "Katsuki, you need to eat more. Are you proud of what you look like?" She points at the mirror in front of me. I look in it and see a very, very thin boy. I look down again at the numbers '25 kg'.

I don't really look in the mirror often. It just reminds me of how unhealthy my life is.

"Take on your clothes and go back in your room. I guess Midoriya will come over?" I nod in response and put on my clothes.

I go back in my room and take my phone again. I go in front of the mirror, I have in my room, pull my t-shirt a little bit up, so you could see my stomach and take a picture and post it on Instagram.

'Lost more weight. Now at 25kg'.

After a couple of seconds I already got notifications. I take a look and see the comments. Ignorant, in my opinion.

ffanngirlo
Omg I'm so proud of you
btsomfg
You are such an inspiration
otaku.weaboo
You are so beautiful

I update my page again and see a random dude responded to these comments, he seems to know what's up.

ffanngirlo
Omg I'm so proud of you

todo.shto
Wtf are you even proud of? That he is dying?

btsomfg

You are such an inspiration

todo.shto
Inspiration for what? Starving?

otaku.weaboo

You are so beautiful

todo.shto
Not to be rude to that boy, but that isn't beautiful, that is not good or beautiful at all!

I kinda was happy about these responses, he is the first one who said something like that. Not that I really care, I'm still at my worst, or will be.

I hear the door open. Midoriya just came in "Hi Deku"

"Hi Kacchan" he smiles at me and comes over to my bed.

We have these nicknames since kindergarten, for each other. 'Deku' doesn't has the best meaning, but our nicknames just lost meaning after some time. It's just names now.

"Kayama told me you are at 25 kg now" he frowns "Kacchan I know we annoy you, but you need to eat!" I know he is worried, everyone is

I look down "I know nerd. I just can't, it's hard and I don't want to happen, what happened last year" I sigh "Let's change the topic" I look up at him, he looks at me with his typical 'I'm worried' face. But he soon let it go, he probably knows that he can't do anything at the moment

"I saw your new post and there was this guy-"

I cut him off "Who responded kinda rudely? I know, he is the first one" I say with a smile on my face, a little bit proud. Not sure of what though.

Deku and I talked about nonsense for a couple of hours and then he left at 11 pm.

After that Nemuri walked in my room with another doctor, they got a hospital bed and a table with them. I guess for the new kid.

After they were finished, she came over to me and sat down on my bed. I think she knows, I want to know who this kid is.

"So who is this kid and why do they need to come in this room?"

She smiled and began to talk "His name is Shouto Todoroki, he just turned seventeen, he has depression and he is gay"

I looked confused "How do you know he's gay?" she just smiled even more "I AM NOT EVEN GAY SO SHUT IT" she still smiles like a maniac. Stupid hag, thinks that I need a relationship.

"His mom told me. She wanted me to make sure, to get him in a room with a roommate who doesn't care about sexuality and/or gender"

"How do you know I'm okay with such things huh?" She face-palms herself

She stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder "Because you are trans Katsuki" she let go of my shoulder and then walked out.

She is right, I am a trans boy, I once was a girl and that's fucked up. It's frustrating? I don't know how to describe it. Being trapped in a body that isn't really yours. Feeling misplaced.

I finished drawing the Pomeranian and then look at the clock that hangs above the door over twelve am. I should probably go to sleep now.

I put down my sketchbook, go brush my teeth, turn the lights out and then try to fall asleep, what happened only after thirty minutes.

So I started to edit it, finally after maybe half a year.

I'm sorry for all the comments that "go away" from the editing. I can't really do anything against it.

I still hope you like it!!

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