Chapter 3: Is it wrong to crossdress?

Eleven Years Later, Bakugou Family Home 

Mitsuki Bakugou’s POV 

“Dear, I’m so happy”, a white-haired woman with a rather fierce face said to the rather plain-faced man next to her as she took pictures of her eldest child in his brand spanking new uniform, off on his very first day in middle school. 

Or at least, that was what they would have been doing, had they been a normal family. 

“Hmmm, it has been 10 minutes. You give up yet, you massive solid-fuel alternative of a brain?” 

“AS IF!! I DON’T CARE WHAT SORCERY YA DARE TO PULL OFF, YA CHIBI! YA SHALL WIPE YER FACE OFF THE FLOOR TODAY! YA CAN DO NOTHING AGAINST THIS GREAT EXPLOSI-AAAARGH” 

On the floor of the hallway lied a hogtied Bakugou Katsuki, 12-year-old, with rope made of an unknown off-white material. On top of him, biting down on her breakfast meal of two slices of bread with a filling of butter, is his younger sister, and overall winner of the current situation, is the true boss of the household, Akira Bakugou (Known to all as Acchan, despite heavy protests on her own part.)  

But whether her status came from her combat capabilities or from her extreme charisma and cuteness overloading her family was a matter of debate. (She certainly fights well and could definitely have defeated her brother when he is serious, but definitely not so easily. He hardly ever used his Quirk when she was within eyeshot of him.) 

Just like her wayward brother beneath her, she too is going to a middle school, one year earlier than what would be considered normal, and thus, Mama and Papa Bakugou got both of their children up extra early, for pictures and to heckle the both of them as was family tradition. 

“I mean, seriously, big bro, you should have understood by now that even if I do not have a quirk like you, I still have more than enough in me to tie you up and delay your arrival at school by a couple of hours.” 

Still scarfing down on the impromptu sandwich in her hands, she used her brother as a seat to sit on as she adjusted her uniform. For reasons unknown to the rest of the family, their beloved Acchan had always been a tomboy and general weirdo. 

She seemed to have inherited her father’s placidness at first glance, as she seemed to hate using expletives or getting physical with her contemporaries. 

All that changed when she first got her quirk. Her quirk was something of an anomaly and a mutation at that. Her initial use of it had badly injured her big brother, who had been with her at the time, and the kid of a family friend, who happened to be Quirkless. 

She was the most injured from the fiasco, but yet, she had carried both her brother, and his friend to the nearest hospital without crying a single drop. She was the first to be healed, despite reportedly insisting on being the last to be healed, that she ‘didn’t deserve to be first’, that ‘it was my fault’ and so on. 

Despite being only four at the time, Akira packed a mean punch, especially for the wimps that were the doctors and healers at that fucking hospital. 

The bastards drugged her and put her to sleep without checking if she was injured or in pain, solely from her lack of tears. Within a minute of putting her to sleep using someone’s Quirk, she started bawling her eyes out while still being technically asleep. 

It was at this exact time that I had arrived at the hospital, my cute and extremely intelligent daughter having told them my contact information beforehand. 

The very moment I arrived at the room dedicated to her and the other kids, I saw her writhing around in the bed, crying out for someone to help her. It was heart-wrenching to watch a four year old little girl whimper for help. 

What made it worse was that no-one was looking after her. I genuinely have no memory of my actions through the rest of that day. 

That hospital shut down three months after that day despite being quite successful. Quite odd. I wonder what could have caused that? 

And, to make things stranger, the new company that took over the hospital sent me an invitation to their opening gala along with a bottle of fine wine. I wonder why? 

What I do remember however, is that my beautiful little daughter had a mutated Quirk, and that she was different scared her more than should have been normal. 

Mitsuki Bakugou broke out of her reverie and looked at her children fondly. 

After that fateful day, Akira Bakugou asked her directly to drop her last name, and take Mitsuki’s old name, seemingly because she ‘didn’t want people to know that that weakling is my brother’ but really, it could be seen that the guilt of that day was killing her inside. 

She used to be rare to show a genuine smile, even before the incident, but that was just her natural personality of being a quiet and restrained child. But the pranks she pulled when Kacchan pissed her off... The child had the ingenuity of a tiny imp and the wisdom of a woman much older than her. 

After the incident, she grew much more reclused and shut in, refusing to open up to anyone other than her brother, who did not blame her for the accident, no matter how much she deluded herself into believing as such. 

It took my Kacchan mere seconds after waking up to forget all about his injuries, rip off all the instruments from his skin and extremities, and run to the next bed over to where he assumed his sister would be. 

He saw her curled up into a ball, refusing all contact from me and bawling her eyes out, while muttering incomprehensible nonsense. 

If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had been bottling those feelings in her for a long, long, long time. 

So, seeing that my daughter wanted a fresh start, I accepted her declaration of name change, but I told her that she would have to keep my old name instead. She agreed without even hearing what my old name had been. The poor thing... But when she grew up, the teasing potential would be legendary. 

Akira Kawaii was a girl that lived up to her name, for she was a cute little demon. Her Quirk Awakening had caused a gradual change in her body, excluding the initial fiasco. 

Her hair color had changed drastically, turning from a color reminiscent of mine and Kacchan’s, to a beautiful wave of colors that changed at her will, or at least, in accordance to her mood. Even her hair had been changed fundamentally by the Awakening. I had sooooo much fun dealing with it and teaching my unruly tomboy of a daughter (huh, I wonder where she got that from? I seem to be hearing an exasperated sigh from somewhere... Must be my imagination.) 

Her skinned also lightened by a few shades, while also gaining an extremely rosy tint, like a child who was much too excited, which was totally explainable by her Quirk. 

Her eyes had also suffered from her Quirk Awakening, where before they had been a deep shade of red akin to mine and Kacchan’s, now they were a beautiful mix of gold and blue, with one eye always having more of one color than the other, and the colors swirling round and round like they were a dye that refused to be mixed. 

But I noticed that whenever my dear Acchan gets emotional, her eyes would flare up to give off the color of whatever emotion she was feeling. Whenever she interacted with Kacchan, for the longest time there had been this sickly yellow shade in her eyes. 

One afternoon, Kacchan presumably had enough of this and took her by hand to the park to meet his friend. My kids stayed out for a remarkably long period of time, and when they came back, for some reason, they were soaking wet, Kacchan had a scrape on his knee and Acchan had a bruise on her cheek. 

The biggest thing that happened however, was that Acchan had shed the sickly yellow-orange color from her eyes, presumably for good, and now, looked upon her brother with fierce golden-blue eyes. Most telling however, was that, out of her sight and mind, her hair was a radiant mix of gold and green. 

My fingers still twitch at that shade. It's an extremely rare color, similar to my good friend’s, but Akira’s sheer Akira-ness made it so easy for me to just pick her up, sit her down on a seat back at the shop and work on her hair. 

As the years passed the household by, it became readily apparent that Akira was not one to be taken lightly in anything she did. Of all things, she picked up a high school level of math and physics by the time she turned five. By the age of nine, my little Akira was an esteemed graduate from at least four Universities in various post-graduate courses in various fields I cannot even pronounce. 

No-one from my family had ever been so good at leveraging their brains. All of us are people more likely to use our bodies rather than our minds. And Akira is not a slouch in this department either. 

My Acchan had apparently somehow made enough money to ask for a professional martial arts instructor to teach her ‘how to stay on my feet, even when I don’t have ground to stand on’. She also asked for a music teacher for some reason, which I happily provided. Akira also hired a host of other teachers for herself to help her in various things. 

One interesting thing I noticed is that after a single class with my daughter, not a single teacher asked for payments ever again, they simply taught her with gusto? Why? 

Apparently (apparently, that is one too many ‘apparently’s’ for today), after graduating from her first course, she leveraged her PhD to do some stuff with her father, who refused to talk to me regarding the stuff, and simply told me that our beautiful one was going places, and asked me to never mention the subject again. 

Even after using my secret techniques on him in bed, several times in a row, he refused to yield. 

That flipped my switch quite a bit, and I might have pushed my dear, fragile husband a mite too much. 

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Our... um... exercises that night was enough for my husband to pull his back and stay in bed for three days, while I gained a glow to my skin, which earned me a lot of compliments from my customers, who already complained of my skin being too young for my age. 

Maybe I should do this sort of thing more often? I know that we agreed not to, but my dear husband is quite good at ‘working out’ with me. 

For some reason, when I came home that day, Tanya’s eyes were burning in a cold blue, much akin to All-Might's when he is seen on camera, but flickering with gold whenever she looked elsewhere. 

She continued to stare me down as the day dragged on and on. Her eyes shifted colors faster than I could shout an order to a restaurant that had no waiters. 

Her brilliant golden-hued silver eyes smiled at Kacchan and her father while being blue only to me. What did I do to my 10-year-old angel? Why is she so cold only to me? What did I do wro- wait a second what day is it today? 

I looked at the calendar and proved my worst fears true. 

It was my daughter’s birthday and I not only forgot about it, I had disabled my savior and prevented him from helping me. Luckily, I had a plan. 

Wait. Why am I thinking about this? This will only lead to sadness on my part. 

Just thinking of that day brings tears to my eyes, especially as I look at my tomboy of a daughter. Why did she tie her hair into a masculine ponytail, and why does she hate skirts? 

I only took her on a thirteen-hour shopping trip... 

What on earth was in her head that led her to enroll in a Middle School so far from home? And why did she decide to stay in a Washi Tsu? (A/N-small room for jap ppl, not story relevant much) What did I do? 

Her brother only just found out that she was leaving for another school and that he wouldn’t be seeing her for a while. 

He really loves his sister, even if he doesn't show it normally. 

Akira Kawaii’s POV, the morning of her moving out 

Finally! I can finally leave this hell! 

I love my mom and all, but she. Is. Insufferable. 

Why on earth was my 11th birthday’s present a thirteen-hour long shopping trip for clothes? 

And why on earth could I not wear comfortable pair of cargo pants, a sweatshirt and a good, solid pair of reliable combat boots? 

The last straw was her telling me that the middle school Kacchan (he is forever kacchan to me, ain’t ever gonna be a big bro till he beats me. My pride as a salaryman and a distinguished member of the military prevents it!) was joining, and by extension, me, since I decided to give school life a try, did not allow for girls to wear anything except the uniform provided by them. 

So, I withdrew the application, looked for the nearest school that permitted non-uniform use by a student and found just the school. It’s a private school, called Mustafa Private Middle School, and it allows for the student representative of the incoming year to wear whatever they wish throughout their tenure, regardless of their gender. 

The entrance examinations are online, a simple 90 questions, all multiple choice. 

For some reason, I got a full scholarship with room and board included only three blocks from the school within the hour of writing the exam? 

It is in times like this that it hits me that I actually am living in the far-flung future. No longer is there an arduous wait for results with nervousness wrecking the student’s health. (Not that this is from experience, mind you, I was perfectly logical about it and did not lose a single ounce of sleep after finishing my exams, no matter my age.) 

I immediately accepted and was surprised they didn’t ask for my age. Rather sloppy of them. 

Not long after, I received a holo-mail from them regarding what was expected of me and so on and so forth. 

I asked for a male uniform from them, it looked fashionable enough, and there was no reason for me to buy fancy clothing for the school if they were happy enough to provide for me. 

I told my insufferably smug mother about my entrance to school, which for some reason, still required a signature from a parental figure. 

I just had to pout and show her the paper, and she signed it right away. My dear mother, this is a lesson for the future! It is at the moment where it looks like all is won, that you are most likely to lose everything. 

I sent in the form, with her signature, and finally received the letter of acceptance, along with my ID card and an address to get my measurements to get a uniform. 

Mom only noticed three days before D-day, when I packed up all my essentials. Her face was worth every bit of effort I poured into this endeavor. 

She shed tears and hugged me while making me promise her various nonsensical things. 

Why on earth would I tell her if I get a boyfriend? I’m eleven Mom! 

And how are you so sure it’s a boyfriend? 

My big bro, however (no, he is Kacchan, and shall forever remain so!) immediately challenged me to a duel. 

I was still eating breakfast you impatient miniature solid-fueled rocket of a brother of mine! 

I showed him his place and hogtied him using the remnants of my new material, which I had been using for my experiments. They held together remarkably well. 

After finishing my breakfast of two pieces of toast along with a cup of hot milk (no more shortie jokes for me!) 

I sat on top of my totally subjugated brother as I waited for his response to my leaving. 

“Ok, Chibi! You... Win! I won’t say nuthin’ ‘bout you going somewhere else for the day! Happy?” 

I smiled at that. No apology, but that was fine, big bro does not need to ever apologize to me. Not after that day. 

I got up and walked over to the entrance of the house. It was time for my middle school life to begin! 

My second-ever time as a child in middle school. I shall not repeat the mistakes I made the first time again. 

At least, I shall strive to not be a fucking by-the-rules humans-don’t -matter prick. 

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