My Hero Academia Oneshots

Manly - KiriBaku, Trans Kiri

Not super long, not super short. Comfort fluff with the smallest hint of angst. Kirishima is transmasc, bakugou tries to be supportive.

Tw: descriptions of dysphoria, minor reference of SH in the form of digging nails in (most don't do a tw for this but I want you guys to be safe just in case <3), intrusive thoughts

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Bakugou and Kirishima had been dating for a while now. They had only told their friends, in fear of Mineta being, well, Mineta, but they were happy together, most of the time. Sometimes Bakugou just wasn't sensitive enough, however.

"I don't get it. You're a man, you know that, I know that, what's the issue?"

"Kat, I don't look like a man." His high voice squeaked as he tried to maintain his tears. He was struggling to breathe, having worn his binder since before school that morning, but he refused to take it off.

"Kiri, you need to take it off now, look at you, you can't breathe! I'll rip it off you if I have to." Bakugou growled, gesturing to the redhead's chest.

Kirishima stared at him, eyebrows narrowed. This piece of cloth was part of his lifeline, he saw his lover's words as a threat. "You wouldn't, 'cause then you're buying me a new one and you don't have a job." He glared.

"Hey, chill, I'm not actually going to. But I need you to take it off, I'm not letting you give yourself permanent damage." He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, whatever, I'll be right back." Kirishima turned and left Bakugou's dorm, opening the door to the one next to it. He shuffled over to his closet, crossing his arms and lifting his shirt over his head, exposing the constrictor just a few shades darker than his skin tone. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, taking in a shakey breath as he forced his eyes away. He rolled the bottom hem of the fabric up above his chest, and then pulled it over his arms and head. Taking deep breaths, he coughed a few times to loosen fluid build up and rolled his shoulders. He winced at the sharp pain in his rib for a moment, but it went away just as quickly as it came.

His eyes caught on the mirror again, like a misplaced opposing magnet.

He glared at his chest, then his waist, then his eyes fell to his hips. He wrapped his arms around his torso, staring at his reflection and whimpering. He couldn't keep the tears at bay any longer, they started to cascade down his face. His fingernails dug into the flesh on the sides of his abdomen, just below the sides of his chest. He crumpled to the ground, feeling weak and hateful. He hated his body with every fiber of his being, his brain screaming that it was wrong. Every part of his body was wrong, from the shape of his thighs to the shape of his face. He was wrong.

Some nights, he remembered the words from those old boys from middleschool who used to tease him. He wasn't sure when, but at some point, he started to believe them. He was a monster, a freak of nature. He shouldn't be the way he is, he shouldn't have been shown the mercy of the universe to keep existing the way he has. He stifled more tears.

A loud knock, more like an impatient bang, sounded on his door.

"Hurry up, dumb hair, what's taking you so long? Let me hold my boyfriend already."

Kirishima perked up. "Boyfriend." That word stuck out to him.

"One second!" He called, quickly getting up and shoving a size-too-big hoodie over the body he hated so much. He opened the door to meet the eyes of the spikey blond, the red color so close to his own. He loved that their eyes were similar, it made him love his own eyes more. Although Bakugou's had just a hint of a more fiery orange toward the pupil; he only had a darker red.

Bakugou grasped his hand and started pulling, dragging him back to their previous spot. He layed down on his own bed, pulling his boyfriend to lie on top of him, running his fingers through red hair (ignoring the bits of hairspray that haven't lost their grip yet).

"Why were you crying?" He asked sincerely, although his raspy voice was mostly void of emotion.

"I wasn't-"

"You were. Your eyes are red. Is it cause of dysphoria?"

Kirishima was quiet, that was an answer enough. He hid his face in the blond's chest, silently wishing he had pecs like that too, but mostly just because of shame.

"Eijirou, I don't know how many times I have to say this, but I'll keep saying it. I love you for who you are, not because of your body. So what if you don't look the way you want yet? You'll get there soon enough. We graduate in a few years, we can find you a place to get hormones. Tiger recommended that top surgeon in Thailand, too, we can take a trip there the year we graduate. It'll be okay, you're okay. You're an amazing man, you're my boyfriend. I love you, you're the manliest guy I know."

Kirishima was crying again, but this time from joy.

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Transmasc checkpoint: if it's been more than 8 hours go take your binder of right now, sir/nb folks, I'm not playing. You know the risks. Now go eat a snack if necessary and drink!!! Water!!!!! Okay love you have a great day

Transfems: I don't honestly know a lot about transfem protocol but be careful tucking if that's something you do! You're all gorgeous and deserve the world please have an amazing life <3 go drink water!!!

Trans-thems: be careful whatever dysphoria relief protocol you use! Love your body and be nice to it please!! You lot are very inspiring, have a wonderful day please!! And!!!! Drink water!!!!!