Twins (BakuSquad X little ftm reader)

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T.W: Alcohol use, screaming, verbal and physical abuse

(Y/n)P.O.V

Father walks me to the front door saying, "I told you not to apply for high school. It'll ruin you. But maybe this girls-only school you're going to will help you." I nod and walk down the sidewalk to the bus station.

Once I'm far enough away from home, I dip into an alleyway and take off my sweater. I pull my tie and UA jacket out of my bag, switching my outfit from what looked like a random school uniform to the UA uniform, taking my hair out of a bun and putting it in a ponytail.

When I got to UA, I pull out the campus map that came with the acceptance letter. I'm looking down at the map when I round the corner, and I'm knocked over by someone running down the hall. I open my mouth to apologize but freeze when I see the same sharp teeth and red eyes as mine.

The boy on the floor across from me speaks first, "(Y/n)? Is that you?"

My eyes fill with tears, "Eijiro? I can't believe this."

My twin brother grabs my hand, pulling me into a hug, "Oh my god, I thought I would never see you again. You look so different I almost didn't recognize you."

I chuckle a bit, "What about you, Ei? You dyed your hair, and that's defiantly a different hairstyle."

He touches my hair, "Speaking of hair, I've never seen yours so long before. You don't look much like my brother anymore. Um, Mom and I have been referring to you as (Y/n) and he/him. Is that still okay or...?"

I nod and try to spin a believable lie, "Yeah, I'm still your twin brother, (Y/n). Dad can't afford for me to get a haircut, and it would have cost extra for me to get the boys' uniform. Anyway, what class are you in?"

Eijiro stands up and helps me off the floor, "I'm in class 1-A. What about you, bro?"

"Same here, but if you are in 1-A, why were you running in the opposite direction?" He only drops his head in embarrassment, "Still not good with direction? Oh, how did you survive without your little brother."

He laughs, draping his arm around my shoulders, "I barely did! I'm glad I have you back." I have to resist the urge to pull away from the fear of being touched. I can't let him know, or who knows what Father will do.

Entering the class, a girl with pink skin walks up to us, "Hey Kirishima, who is this?"

Ei, give a shark tooth grin, "This is my twin brother that I talked about so much. We haven't seen each other in ten years!"

I hold back a laugh causing me to snort, "Ei, our parents didn't divorce when we were five. It's been seven years."

He keeps his grin, "Honestly, it feels like longer, but I've never been good with math. It was always you that was smart and confident about everything."

Eijiro has me sit at a desk in the front row and then takes the one behind me. Any chance he got, he would ask me about life, but I would give some lie about everything being fine and quickly change the subject back to him and mom. Mom's interior design business took off a few years back, and they moved into a big house. I learned that Mom met a woman two years after the divorce, and they are now engaged; Mom's fiancee's name is Chiyo. My brother says Chiyo can't tell us apart in our childhood photos.

After school, Eijiro asked for my phone number, and once again, I had to lie, "Dad can't afford for us to have cellphones, and I'm not supposed to give up the home number since it's for his work." He seemed to believe the lie, so we said goodbye and headed home.

Once I got into my house, I ran to my room, stripping from my uniform and hiding my UA jacket and tie. I tie my hair into a bun and throw on a white turtleneck, a gray knee-length skirt, and white thigh-high socks.

I go to the kitchen and start cooking dinner for my father. When I hear his car pull into the drive, I grab a can of beer from the fridge and place it on the kitchen table before going back to cooking. The front door is slammed shut when Father enters the house. When Father reaches the kitchen, he starts screaming, "Just a beer on the table! Useless bitch you know dinner needs to be plated on the table when I walk in the door! I do so much for you, and this is what I get? You would be homeless, probably dead on the street, if it weren't for me taking you in the divorce!"

"I'm sorry, Father. The bus ran late, so I got home later than usual." I say in a soft voice.

Father sits down and opens his beer, and starts chugging. As I'm plating my father's food, I hear the can being crushed, so I brace for impact. The crushed can hit me in the middle of the back. I have to bite my lip to avoid making noise so he doesn't get more physical.

I grab another beer from the fridge and bring both the beer and plate of food to the table, placing them in front of my father, receiving an "About time." as a response.

I grab a small bowl of rice and sit at the table and start eating, but I'm stopped by my father, "Are you going to eat all of that? You're already a fat pig! Do you seriously want men to find you even more disgusting than you already are?" I place my chopsticks down and lower my head. He nods and grabs the bowl of rice.