Miyamura sat in his seat in class, when he felt it. His boxers were sticking to him, and his abdomen was cramping. The realization hit him like a train.
'sh*t, sh*t! This can not be happening! Not now.' Miyamura silently freaked out, He had nothing to help. He gave his last tampon to Hori a week ago.
Since he was only out to a few people, meaning Hori and the teachers. He was screwed. Miyamura hoped he wouldn't bleed threw, waiting for the bell to ring.
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"Hori." Miyamura walked behind her, grabbing her sleeve.
"Yeah?"
"I- need to talk. Privately." Miyamura stepped closer. "Bring your bag."
"Okay?" Hori grabbed her bag, following him into the hallway, into a little nook. "What's wrong?"
"I need a pad, or tampon. Please, I'm going to bleed threw." Miyamura gave Hori a look.
"Okay." Hori smiled at him, taking his hand in hers. They walked to the nurse's office. The only place Miyamura felt comfortable using the bathroom. Unknown to Miyamura, Hori had made a little kit for him in case this happened.
Once in the room, Hori handed him the little kit, and Miyamura walked into the bathroom. Miyamura cringed, pulling off his blood stained boxers. He cleaned himself up, using both a tampon and a pad. The dysphoria hit him hard, he just wanted to break down.
"Izumi? Are you okay?" Hori asked, lightly knocking on the stall door.
"No, Hori. I just wanna be a boy." Miyamura softly cried.
"Can you let me in?" Hori asked. Miyamura unlocked the door. Hori walked in and hugged her boyfriend. "You are a boy, the most handsome boy I've ever met."
"But, boys don't have periods, they don't have breasts." Miyamura cried into Hori's shoulder.
"Izumi, hun. You're just a little different." Hori kissed his head. "You are a boy. Know matter what your thoughts try to tell you, you are perfect in my eyes."
"Thanks, Kyouko." Miyamura hugged her tightly.
"You're welcome, now are you going to put your pants on? Or are you going to class in your boxers?" Hori teased.
"Can you help me get the slight blood stain out?" Miyamura asked.
"Yes, I'll go get the hydrogen peroxide." Hori kissed his cheek. Hori explained to the nurse that they'd be here a while.
Hori walked in and Miyamura looked embarrassed. Miyamura gave her the stained clothes, with a blush.
"This is gross." Miyamura pouted, looking at the clothes.
"I'm here to help you." Hori puts on some gloves that the nurse is making her wear. "Miya, hun. Are you okay? This is a lot of blood?" Hori looked over at him concerned.
"Yeah, the first day is always a heavy flow." Miyamura placed a hand behind his head. "The first day is always the worst."
"I have medication and extra supplies in my bag."
"Oh yeah. Thanks for the care kit. You saved me with the extra boxers." Miyamura kissed her cheek.
"You're welcome. Your pants are clean." Hori smiled, handing them back.
"Thanks." Miyamura started to put the pants on. Once she was done cleaning off his boxers she placed them in a little baggy.
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The two went back to class, the nurse told the teacher where they were, but to protect Miyamura's secret Hori switched her skirt to her gym pants. Hori acted as if she bled threw and Miyamura ran to go get her some supplies.
He was labeled 'Boy friend of the year' and 'The expectation' among the girls. Miyamura was so happy to go home with Hori, he wanted to be held.
Miyamura laid in Hori's' bed, dressed in one of the many hoodies she'd stolen from him and his boxers. Hori smiled coming into her bedroom.
"Izumi, I got you a heat pad." Hori smiled, handing it to him, and sat down on her bed.
"Thank you for taking care of me." Miyamura smiled.
"You're welcome." Hori laid down with him. "Wanna cuddle?"
"Please?" Miyamura smiled when Hori wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"I love you, Miy- Izumi."
"I love you too, Kyouko." Izumi leaned forward and kissed her head.
"Izumi, you took off your binder right?" Hori asked.
".........no."
"Izumi, I know it's hard. I know your dysphoria is hard, but you're gonna hurt yourself again."
"I'm sorry. It all is too much Kyouko, the periods, the chest. Why couldn't I just be born a boy?" Hori said nothing and hugged her boyfriend tightly.
"I was going to wait. But you need it now." Hori kissed his head, getting up from her bed. She grabbed the gift bag and handed it to him.
"What's this for?"
"It was for an anniversary, but you need it now." Hori watched Miyamura open the bag, aloud gasp left his mouth.
"You got me Trans tape? And a new packer!" Izumi shouted with excitement.
"Yes, I know you struggle with taking off your binder. You can wear Trans tape for multiple days." Hori explained.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Izumi jumped up in excitement.
"Your welcome pretty boy." Hori smiled. "How about you take off the binder and let your body rest and before you leave or before school, you try out the tape." Hori watched Miyamura smile widely.
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Miyamura stood in Hori's bathroom as they tried to use the tape. Hori helped him fix the tape, kissing his head every few minutes.
"Izum?"
"Yeah?"
"How'd you get your tattoos?" Hori asked, Miyamura looking at them.
"Oh, well. I went to a Trans artist and explained the thought of not having a shirt on makes me want to die. They gave me some tape. I had to do it differently though." Miyamura looked over at Hori. She is the only person he's comfortable to be shirtless around.
"You look handsome. Very prince-like."
"Don't tell me this just to make me feel better." Miyamura pouted, crossing his arms, Hori smiled walking over to him.
"You're the definition of hot." Hori smirked.
"You're the definition of beautiful."
"When you search 'handsome' in the dictionary, you pop up."
"Don't lie to me, I'm not handsome." Miyamura looked at the ground. "I have these ugly scars...... I'm not a real man."
"Izumi, your scars are beautiful. You're a better man than half the men at school, you are a real man."
"But we'll never be able to start a family, I can get you pregnant." Miyamura placed his head into Hori's neck.
"Izumi, you and I both know, our genes would be too strong. Our kid would Terrorize Sengoku's kid." Hori laughed. "And we can still adopt. Or say f*ck it and get a dog or cat."
"I can't wait to get my top and bottom surgery."
"When are you planning that?"
"After I'm eighteen, I'm going to wait till after graduation. I'll get both on the same day."
"I can't wait to baby you." Hori kissed his cheek.
"You're too good to me."
"You deserve it, you're an amazing boyfriend. I can't imagine myself with anyone else." Hori smiled at Izumi.
"I can't imagine being without you."
"Do you want to look in the mirror now? I'll be right there with you." Miyamura nodded, they moved into Hori’s bedroom and she covered his eyes.
"Do I have permission to take a photo of you? For a memory album?" Hori asked.
Miyamura keeped his eyes covered and moved towards Hori.
"You know my limits, don't show anyone." Miyamura trusted Hori to never show anyone till he was ready.
"Okay open your eyes." Hori whispered, Izumi opened his eyes and stared at himself. Miyamura smiled slightly, feeling comfortable in his skin.
"See, I told you. You're attractive." Hori kissed his shoulder. “You're my pretty boy.”
“Kyoukooooo.” Miyamura got flustered, covering his face with his hands. Hori giggled, pulling Miyamura into a tight hug.
“I love you so much.” She kissed his chin.
“I love you too, Kyouko.” Miyamura kissed the top of her head. Pulling Hori to her bed for some much needed sleep.
