Shinso and Erasermic Family Oneshots

Snapped

Ftm Shinso, don't like don't read, slight non con (min*ta), bullying, dysphoria, transphobia

Shinso sighed as he slipped his binder on. He just didn't feel like himself. No matter what he wore, it did nothing to alleviate the dysphoria he was feeling.

Despite this, he slipped his uniform on and got in the car, staring out the window in disinterest.

His dads, Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada, better known as Eraserhead and Present Mic, noticed the boy's depressive behavior.

"What's the matter little listener? Ya look like someone died." Hizashi stated.

Shinso only shrugged, his movements appearing as if his arms were being weighed down by some invisible force.

The two adults sighed. They knew Shinso had trust issues due to his past, but it's been two years, they thought he'd develop some form of trust by now.

They parked and got out of the car, walking inside the security gates of UA high. The two adults, Aizawa in particular, fell behind to better observe their child's movement.

He walked slowly, like it hurt to move, his head hung low and hands jammed in his pockets, like he was trying to make himself a less likely target.

He was about to ask Shinso about it, but they arrived at his classroom. "I'll see you two after school. Shinso, if something happens and today becomes too much, go stay with Chiyo, tell her I sent you."

The boy nodded, muttering a small 'thank you' before disappearing towards the start of his repeated nightmare in hell.

It was during lunch when things started to go downhill. It began with some other kids from 1-C taking his lunch. It soon progressed into most of 1-C, most of 1-B, and a few from 1-A joining in on taunting him.

They threw trash at him, called him names, tugged his hair, they even poured soda on his head. Shinso only grit his teeth and sat there, dealing with it.

Then Mineta made the mistake of trying to touch his genitals. Shinso tensed up and, before anyone could stop him, threw the child across the room.

Mineta stood up, still dazed, and shouted, "that's a 'she'!"

All eyes were on Shinso, who was backing up into a corner. He was scared, in pain, and most of all, angry and enraged.

After a moment of silence, the room erupted into a fit of laughter, everyone besides most of 1-A and Tetsutetsu yelling slurs at him.

At this point Shinso had had enough, he'd taken this bullshit way too long and he was tired of it. He stood up straight, masked his fear and embarrassment, and acted like he didn't care, walking towards the door.

A kid grabbed him by the shoulder instead, pulling him back in and gave Shinso a swift punch to the nose. One hit was all it took for him to snap and black out.

When he came to again, he was being held back by his dads and Ectoplasm. He looked around the room and saw ten or eleven kids with various injuries walking out the door.

As he tried to catch his breath, which was a struggle due to the binder he was wearing, he was let go.

"What the hell got into you? You took down like, thirteen of the hero course kids Toshi!" Mic exclaimed.

"I… I did?" Shinso questioned, confused. Did I really take down a bunch of hero course students? Is that why they were bleeding and bruised?

"Yes, you did. Without your capture weapon or using your quirk I might add." Aizawa said.

"Wow… and about your question Pops, I guess I just got tired of being their personal punching bag, y'know?" He explained.

"How long have they been bullying you?" Aizawa asked.

"A couple months now, mostly name calling a nasty notes… It started getting physical two weeks ago." Shinso said, the adrenaline slowly dying down.

Mineta, who was somehow not covered in bruises, continued to say nasty things about Shinso as he walked past. "I bet she's got some massive boobs under there, I can only imagine getting to touch them."

He got hit by some 1-A students for the comment, but Shinso was clearly very uncomfortable. "I-I wanna go home." He managed, shaking from the lack of adrenaline pulsing through his system, tears welling in his eyes.

Aizawa nodded and crouched down, picking his son up and walking to the car, his husband trailing behind. He sat Shinso down in the back seat, then got in the driver's seat, Mic in the passenger.

"Alright Hitoshi, what's going on? I can tell there's more. You've been acting depressed lately… more so than usual." Aizawa asked.

Shinso started crying as he tried to form an answer, tired of fighting, tired of hiding, tired of everything. "I-I wasn't born male, a-and I've been more dysphoric than usual lately." He choked out.

"A-And the nightmares are g-getting worse." He sobbed. "Th-them touching me A-And being left in the st-streets. I-I hate it, b-being so guarded a-all the time."

The two parents nodded. "Okay Hitoshi… we're going home, you clearly need a few days to yourself. We'll be staying with you, we'll tell Nezu something. You're also going to start seeing a therapist." Aizawa said, starting the car.