Kiribaku Oneshots

The Closet

Would you look at that. Anomaly is starting another new chapter when she has four other drafts...again.
Also, I love the idea of Kiri having two moms, but for plot purposes, let's pretend he has cishet parents that are assholes.

CW: mostly fluff, light smut, horny teens messing around, aka making out, grinding, frotting, mention of homophobia/bigotry, asshole parents, talk of puberty/gross middle schoolers/gay awakenings

Eijiro's parents have always been...conservative. They never really taught him about love or sex; they only ever really mentioned it when they were complaining about "the gays sinning in public," for a much...kinder term, and always ranted to him that he'd better treat his future wife right, and that he'd better abstain so he doesn't fuck up and get a girl pregnant. He was sheltered, and a little bit scared. The poor boy was never given "the talk," much to his dismay. He didn't understand why his...extremities felt like that, or why he'd wake up and there would be sticky white discharge staining his sheets and underwear. All he knew was that it meant that his mom would yell at him for being a "filthy brat" and for "making her clean those stains out." He eventually figured out the trick of a cold shower, but it didn't always work. He didn't know what to do. His parents already yelled at him enough for his mistakes.

It wasn't until middle school that he learned about sexual wellness, the joys and sorrows of puberty, and even a little bit about sexuality. The whole thing intrigued him. It was scary and almost exciting knowing that he wanted to know more about these "vulgar and sinful" topics. He thanked every deity he knew of for incognito tabs as he secretly dove into research about his body. Now he had the answer to why his body did this. He just needed the answer for "What do I do with it?" He had tried a few things, but it wasn't enjoyable, and sometimes it was almost painful. He didn't like the way the other boys at school talked about it. The way they talked about the girls in such disrespectful ways wasn't manly at all, and he discouraged their behavior as often as he could...but he still wanted to fit in, which is why he didn't swat the device showing an incredibly graphic video away. His eyes were trained on the point of connection, flushed beet red and head spinning with so many thoughts. They were obviously actors. The woman seemed bored, while the man was almost completely silent the whole time. He never saw his face, but he couldn't take his eyes off his body. Once he gained his composure after the video was shoved into his face, he focused, as if he were taking notes.

The wee hours of the morning were hours of experimentation, and hours of him gagging himself with his pajama shirt while tears and drool and sweat streamed down his face. Finally, he had figured out a way to avoid his mother's wrath for the most part...but he still had this constant fear weighing him down. Especially when he discovered why he never really payed attention to the women in those videos. It was a bit of a vicious cycle, the only comfort he found would be in his passions, and in his first real best friend. She taught him so much. She accepted him, loved him for who he was and helped him discover himself. Going into UA with her was comforting. UA was comforting. He could be himself there and, for the most part, not have to worry about people judging him for who he loves. That was his safe place; it was his time away from home where he could unwind. At the end of the day, the fear and anxiety would return. It had gotten worse when he went into UA, but he could deal with it for a few hours. A few lonely hours where he had to hide who he was...and hide the fact that he was so unbelievably gay for his explosive best friend.

Don't get him wrong. He hid it at school too, except from Mina. Then there was summer camp. He couldn't even focus on his parents' behaviors until that day in the hospital when he proposed his plan to Midoriya and the others. All he knew was that he couldn't rest until he got Bakugou back. That moment, that beautiful moment where Bakugou flew through the air and grabbed his hand, when he looked up at him like that...that's when he knew he was in love...and those feelings festered inside him. They bubbled and broiled and built up through more experience they shared in school, and in the dorms, where he was only a wall away. Through those nights he stayed up with him to keep the nightmares away, the brief few minutes a day they would spend knocking on the wall between them in a secret code only they knew, and even through all of the fantasies and realities, those feelings grew. Eventually, they erupted, and to his delight, they were reciprocated. A month or so into their relationship, he met Katsuki's parents, and they were wonderful! They loved him and were so grateful to him for loving their son and were the most supportive parents he's ever met aside from Mina's... Then he remembered his own parents. He had shut them out of his mind for the most part ever since they had moved to the dorms so that he could focus on school and his relationship, but he came to the realization that at some point, he'll need to come out to his parents...he decides that he definitely isn't ready for that, but he still kind of wants them to meet Katsuki. If not as his boyfriend, then as his best friend. They've been wanting him to visit over the weekend anyway.