bnha scenarios

jirō kyōka | ☁

prompt: y/n's partner comes out to them :)
category: fluff
character: jirōwo kyōwoka
word count: 1412
requested by: Layodou
song: this is home by cavetown
note: please understand that i'm not ftm/mtf myself so i have no idea how much of a struggle it is. i tried my best to portray jirō properly regarding this situation, so pls don't hesitate to comment/correct me if anything comes off as offensive/incorrect; i truly don't mean to offend anyone. thank u! <3

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JIRŌ'S HANDS SHOOK, his hands struggling to even strum a single string on the guitar that he had adored for nearly his entire life. He knew why he was so scared, but usually playing music helped him calm down, so he was even more confused when it clearly wasn't working. Swallowing, he tried again, but that didn't pan out so well either.

Frustrated, he dropped the guitar on his bed.

He was angry enough to toss it onto the floor, but he cared about it too much to treat it so recklessly. He glanced at himself in the mirror, hating how there was still this essence of femininity left over. Ever since he realized he was born in the wrong body, he had taken it upon himself to come out to his parents (who quickly accepted him).

He also took up multiple sports: swimming, running, and even playing soccer for a bit. This was all in an effort to get a flatter chest, to look more masculine. Jirō made a point to keep his short as well, but it was still a pain to hear his classmates refer to him using the wrong pronouns. It's not that they were ignorant; they simply didn't know.

As far as Jirō was concerned, only his family knew. The only person that really knew was Denki after Jirō walked into the boy's restroom, hoping that no one else was there. The blond didn't mind really and was happy for his friend; he also often toed away from using the wrong pronouns or usually just used Jirō's name when referring to him.

Even then, it didn't get any easier.

He didn't have the heart to tell his parents that he hated his first name with a burning passion; it simply didn't fit him. For some reason, the name 'Kai' stuck with him. Something about it just seemed right and Jirō wished that it was printed on his birth certificate instead. Worst of all, Jirō still hadn't come out to the one person he loved the most.

His partner, L/n Y/n.

They were most definitely going to accept him seeing that they were part of the LGBT community themself, but Jirō couldn't help but doubt himself. He felt bad for thinking so wrongly of them, but he was hopeless. Swallowing harshly, he turned his head to the side when his phone rang.

beep boop 🤖 | 2:36 p.m.
i made a new track :)

beep boop 🤖 | 2:36 p.m.
wanna come 2 my room?

beep boop 🤖 | 2:37 p.m.
u can bring ur guitar too if u want :0

beep boop 🤖 | 2:37 p.m.
we can record smth and add ur stuff !!

guitar hero pro 🎸 | 2:38 p.m.
sounds good

guitar hero pro 🎸 | 2:38 p.m.
i'll be there :>

Jirō sighed, picking up his guitar and making his way to his significant other's room. He only had to knock once before the door swung open, revealing Y/n sat in front of their chair. Music was one of the reasons that Jirō fell for them in the first place. When they weren't training or studying, Y/n spent a lot of their time behind their setup making tracks.

They even had a professional mic next to their desk that was already stacked with a dual monitor, a screen overhead that helped them see their editing better, and some cute squishy animals. They had a perfect digital audio workstation and the amount of time and effort they put into it was something that Jirō really admired.

"Hey," Y/n smiled sweetly at their significant other, watching as Jirō leaned down to briefly peck their lips before settling on the edge of their bed, glancing up at the giant screen on the wall. "You can go ahead and play it and then we can figure out whether to add my guitar or not," Jirō offered with a tilt of his head.

Y/n nodded and played the track, watching as Y/n leaned back and looked up at the screen. The long line dashed across as the music played, suddenly coming to a stop. "It's short and simple, but I figured it was good." They smiled over at Jirō and he nodded in agreement before pulling out his phone, glancing at a part in his notes.

"Actually. . . instead of recording the guitar, can I test my vocals with it?"

Y/n was bewildered, blinking wildly at their partner. Jirō offered an awkward smile at that, knowing that he didn't sing that often anyway. It was rare for him to offer his vocals so directly, but Y/n was more stunned than anything else. They quickly nodded, making sure that the microphone was set properly before gesturing for him to get in front of it.

Jirō stood, watching as his partner looked apologetically at him. "Sorry that it's a little cramped," He glanced to the side, seeing some equipment regarding their hero uniform set right next to the mic. He quickly shook his head, "It's fine. Ready to start?" Y/n nodded. Jirō put the headphones on, leaning in towards the mic before bringing out his phone again.

The two spent a while recording, still struggling to find a proper stanza that fit with the track. "Are you sure you're looking at the right lyrics?" Y/n questioned, wanting to be sure. Jirō nodded. He knew that any other set in his notes would sound odd; it didn't fit as perfectly as the one he had in his mind.

"Okay, okay. One more time," He breathed. Y/n caved in, starting the recording again as Jirō's lips parted, speaking a truth that he didn't know how else to communicate. Y/n watched in awe, eyes wide.

Get a load of this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space

Get a load of this train-wreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know, the stars
Welcome him with open arms

Y/n looked over at their partner, brows furrowed. They had listened to Jirō sing multiple times before but it sounded different today. It didn't help when Jirō stopped singing, slowly taking off the headphones only to stare at nothing, as if he was in a daze. Y/n stood up, a frown on their face as they reached over to cup their partner's face.

"Ky—"

"—Kai," Jirō finally managed to speak, a weight lifting off of his chest. "I want to be called Kai."

Y/n simply smiled and nodded understandingly. "Okay, I'll call you Kai. Is there anything else?" Jirō stood in silence some more before finally speaking, "I'm. . . I'm a boy." His partner nodded again and pulled them in for a comforting hug. "Thank you for trusting me with this. Just know that I love and care about you endlessly, okay? Nothing between us has changed."

Jirō was in a daze, snapping back to reality only when their arms tightened around him. His eyes squeezed shut, tears pooling already as they streaked down his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around Y/n as well, pulling them closer. They stayed like that for a little longer before Jirō pulled away, watching as Y/n reached their hands up to wipe away his tears.

"How did you know?"

"Music is an unspoken language," Y/n said quietly, smiling reassuringly at their boyfriend. "Plus, your texts had this. . . vibe to it, so I was already concerned. Additionally," Y/n smiled sweetly, pecking Kai before pulling away and gazing at him softly. "You write and sing from your soul, love. You write and sing for a reason, so of course, I would know."

Kai could do nothing but break down in his partner's arms again, hugging Y/n tightly as they didn't complain, simply returning the affection.

"It's okay, it's okay," Y/n said softly, running their fingers through Kai's hair. "I got you."