Shinsou And Erasermic Oneshots

Coming Out

A trans Hizashi story

Info: Hizashi and Shouta had been dating for three years, now engaged for two years, Shouta being 22 and Hizashi being 21. Hizashi hadn't come out to Shouta as trans, but soon, he'll forced to when his neglective and unaccepting parents come to 'visit'.

~This will be told in Hizashi's point of view~

I groggily open my eyes, squinting at the sudden brightness in the room. 

"Why the fuck are the lights on..?" I ask, slurring my words from exhaustion.

"Because it's one in the afternoon. You're usually awake by now." My fiance, Shouta, says, leaning against the doorway.

I slowly sit up and rub my eyes.

"I had a rough night last night at work.." I say, referring to the radio show I host every Friday.

Shouta grunts and walks over, sitting next to me.

"You want to talk about it?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"No… I'll be fine." I reply, laying my head on his shoulder, still hella tired.

He chuckles with that deep, rough tone that always makes me melt.

"I thought I was the tired one." 

I roll my eyes.

"Oh shush up." I say, grabbing a pillow and effectively hitting him in the face with it.

He grunts in annoyance and grabs the other pillow, hitting me with it.

Then I realize that I don't have a binder on. Shit.

I very quickly grab my fluffy yellow blanket and cover myself up with it.

Shouta looks at me with a confused look.

"Cold?" He asked.

I nod.

"Yeah… could you get out so I can change please?" I ask.

He nods, standing up and giving me a quick kiss before leaving.

Once he leaves, I quickly get dressed, making sure I put my binder on.

Once I'm dressed, I walk out to the living room, where I see my soon-to-be husband sitting on the couch, eyes closed.

I smile widely and sit next to him, hugging him from the side.

He jumps and looks at me, about to grab his capture weapon before he realizes it's me.

I chuckle mischievously.

"Sorry love, didn't mean to scare you."

He rolled his eyes and huffed.

"That little laugh of yours says otherwise." He retorts.

I smile a little mischievously and kiss his cheek.

"But you love me too much to say something to me about it."

He sits there for a moment, thinking.

"Maybe, but one day you're going to scare me and I'm not going to be able to stop my reflexes." He says in that serious tone I always love to hear.