Control

Chapter 1

Hitoshi stares at the ceiling of his bedroom. Not for the first time, he wonders why he couldn't have had someone like Shouta and Mic as adoptive parents instead of the people who took him in when he was born. Of course he knows why Shouta and Mic weren't the specific couple who took him in. They would have been in high school when he was born, but he's sure there are others out there like them, others like Hizashi who understand what it's like to be going through a gender identity crisis, who won't tell you that you can only be what's between your legs and that there's only two genders.

"I'm not even sure what I am," he groans to himself. "The only thing I know is that I can't tell them."

He doesn't necessarily hate being referred to as male, but he doesn't exactly feel like he is a boy. Hitoshi doesn't even really understand the question he's asking himself, and he doesn't want to call and bother Hizashi to ask him questions about himself, even if he's the only person who would understand aside from Akira, but she's still working through her own issues, she doesn't need his added on top of hers.

"Dinners ready, not that you deserve it," the voice of the woman that he's been forced to call mom rings through the door to his room.

He sighs as he gets up. Dinner was always an awkward affair in the Shinsou household due to his parents' insistence that Hitoshi's quirk is villainous and his adoptive brothers weren't much better about it. They would take in everything their parents said and use it against Hitoshi later. At least this is the last "family" dinner he'll have to endure for a while. Shouta managed to convince Hitoshi's parents to let him stay with Izuku for am entire month with. Hitoshi still isn't sure what was said to make the agree, but he's grateful to the pro hero for opening his home to him for that long. If only it was forever instead of just a month.

"You will behave for the pro hero this month, Hitoshi," his adoptive father says half way through dinner. "If we even hear that you used your quirk once, you will never be allowed at a friend's house again."

Hitoshi nods as his older brother scoffs. "How a villain like you even has friends is beyond me."

Choosing to ignore Tenko, Hitoshi just continues eating so that he can escape the table sooner. He has to remember to remind Shouta and Hizashi that they can't let his parents know about his training just like he had to tell his teachers to keep him being in the quirk training classes a secret. The Shinsous don't want him to learn to strengthen and control his quirk, they want him to just pretend that he doesn't have one at all. One day, when he's old enough to be away from them, he'll prove that they're wrong, that his quirk isn't villainous, but for now, he just has to keep them from finding out that he trains every day to learn how to better use his quirk for battle, and to help people.

Once he's finished eating, Hitoshi excuses himself with the excuse that he needs to make sure that he has everything packed. He can't wait for the relative quiet of the home of the pro heroes. It may not be as quiet as Hitoshi would like, but at least he doesn't constantly hear someone yelling at him. Izuku is always pestering him with questions about his quirk, and Hizashi is almost always making some sort of noise, but it's not so bad. And, if it's too loud for him, Shouta has a soundproof nap room in the basement that he showed to the purple haired boy one time when he noticed that Hitoshi was struggling with the sound level of the house during one of Katsuki and Izuku's arguments about how reckless the green haired boy can be sometimes. Thinking of all of them brings a small smile to the boy's face. That house may be chaotic, but, to him, it feels like home.

The next day can't come soon enough for Hitoshi. A whole month of people who care for him the way family is supposed to almost seems like a dream rather than actually being his reality, a month of acceptance where he doesn't have to sneak around his "parents" to work out and get stronger, a month of loving and nurturing parents taking care of him, even if they aren't his parents. Maybe he can even sort out the off feeling he has some days when people refer to him as a boy during his month away from his homophobic and transphobic parents.