ftm reader x various oneshot book

shigaraki///breathe

((Y'all bitches just knew I was gonna write another one, didn't you)) ((haha i don't normally give trigger warnings since almost all of my one shots have some sort of potential trigger or other, but this one deals specifically with anxiety and panic attacks so if you're not cool with that I understand. also transphobia tied to religion so sorry if you're religious, it's a really short moment dealing with this-))

You couldn't breathe. 

Your lungs couldn't take in enough oxygen, your chest heaved with the effort, your heart threatening to fly from your chest.

You thought you'd been doing better.

You had the world's best boyfriend, you had awesome friends who fully accepted you, and you thought you were doing better.

But the secrets were becoming too much to deal with.

You were still in the closet with your family, who had absolutely freaked when you come home one day with short hair. 

"(Y/n) honey, why would you go and do something like this? It makes you look too much like a boy!"

They didn't understand that that was the whole point of the haircut.

They didn't understand a lot of things.

But Tomura understood. Well, maybe he didn't fully understand, since he wasn't trans himself, but he understood that you were a boy. In fact when he first met you he called you pretty boy, and you almost cried. 

He was the first person who ever looked at you and saw a boy.

You loved how open you could be about your identity with Tomura and the rest of the League, but you wished you could have that with your family. Not only that, but your family also had no idea about your involvement with the League. You'd kept it hush-hush so far, using a wide array of excuses to cover up meetings with your friends to commit crime and reshape the world.

You lived a life full of constant paranoia.

Every time you spoke to your parents you were afraid this would be the time they call you out on your lies, call you a disgrace for being a villain and being trans.

You didn't do much else but worry.

And Tomura noticed.

Now, as you and the League faced your parents, you found yourself close to unconsciousness. Your legs wobbled, your whole body trembled. What the hell are they doing here? Sure, anyone could travel these sidewalks. But who would've thought your parents would be here at the same time as you and your villain friends? You'd just wanted to have a fun time with your squad out on the town, but now you felt like your lungs were on fire, like your heart was going to push itself out of your chest, like your legs were going to give out and your head would slam into the hard ground-

Tomura placed a hand on your shoulder, gently guiding you to a nearby alley for privacy. "Just breathe, okay? C'mon, sit down." He kept an arm nearby to catch you if you slipped, watching with his concerned crimson eyes as you slid down the wall to sit on the cool pavement.

Your breathing was still uneasy as he sat down next to you, his gloved fingers running across your arm soothingly. "It's okay, babe. You'll be okay. Just breathe with me." He demonstrated taking a deep breath then releasing it, encouraging you to do the same. You followed his lead the best you could; your breath hitched but you kept trying.

Finally, with Tomura's guidance, your breathing was normal for the most part and you were a great deal calmer. "Thank you," you told him. "Thank you so much."