Shinso and Erasermic Family Oneshots

I Found My Place

Ftm Shinso, don't like don't read

Waking up in horrible pain is not how I expected today to go. My ribcage feels like it's being squeezed by a python. Fortunately, I know why. I fell asleep in my binder once again. Unfortunately, my adoptive dads don't know I'm trans. I've already worn the binder for three days, I know I likely have bruises forming on my sides.

Despite knowing I seriously need to take it off, I stand, which takes great effort for me to do, and get dressed. A decent pair of black, ripped, skinny jeans and an MCR shirt will suffice for today. Shortly after my shirt is on, a knock alerts me of someone's presence. "Who is it?" I call out, tying my hair back in a half ponytail.

"It's just me, I was checking to see if you were awake. Breakfast is ready. Don't worry, I cooked." Eraser- Aizawa said, his voice heavy and rough, like he just woke up as well.

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute, just finishing up with getting ready for today."I reply, looking through my assortment of books to choose from. I grab the thick book, full of knowledge about sharks, and head downstairs.

The short walk to the kitchen is enough to knock the wind out of me, but I ignore it in favor of watching the two adults in the room dance to Beauty and The Beast. "That's gay." I smirk.

"So are you." Aizawa retorts. "Fair enough." I say with an airy breath, which seems to set alarms off in the two adults' heads. They look at me skeptically. "Are you alright, little listener?" Hizashi asks.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm- I'm fine." I suppress a wince when a volt of pain shoots through my chest. They reluctantly nod, seeing I'm not going to spill. We take our seats and make our plates. Pancakes and sausage, my favorite.

While they put a reasonable amount of syrup on their breakfast, likely because they're responsible adults, I make sure to thoroughly drown mine in the sweet, sticky substance.

Hizashi quirks a brow. "I'm guessing you have a sweet tooth?" He asks smugly, as if to tease. I look to the side and nod, my face now red from embarrassment. He chuckles. "No need to get all flustered now, I'm just teasin' ya."

I reluctantly look back at my plate and slowly eat. I only eat roughly half before the pain grows unbearable, almost nauseating. I excuse myself and try to stand, but the way the position resets how my chest cavity settles causes me to wince, the pain registering before the need to hide it.

The two notice and stand as well, Aizawa placing a hand on the table. "What's wrong?" They ask worriedly, but I wave them off. "Nothing, I-I'm fine." I place my hands on the table for support, trying to draw in a breath without pain following it.

A few moments of scanning the boy in an attempt to figure out what's ailing him, it clicks. Well, for Hizashi, anyway. "Oh…" he says under his breath. "Hitoshi, can I speak with you for a moment?" He smiles fondly.

I'm reluctant to nod, but I follow the blonde man anyway. We walk to my room and he shuts the door, spiking my anxiety. I try to take a deep breath to calm myself, because it's just Hizashi, but I can't even do that without pain shooting through my whole body.

"Kiddo, before I ask this, I want you to know that whatever it is, you can tell us. We'll always accept you for who you are, flaws and all." He says. "unless you were a conservative… then we'd need to talk." He chuckles.

I grin and nod, but look to the side anyway, refusing to answer. He sighs softly. "I'm going to take that as an 'okay'." He starts. "My question is, are you trans?" He whispers. The color drains from my face and my mouth becomes as dry as the Sahara, and he's quick to wave his hands around.

"Not that it matters kiddo, Sho and I will still love you regardless!" He reassures. "Besides, I am, too. I'd never, ever judge you for you being true to yourself." He smiles softly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I take a moment to process the words spewing from his mouth, and feel tears of joy and pain alike forming. I cover my mouth and look away in an attempt to silence my sobs. He pulls me into a hug, the pressure he accidentally applied to my ribs enough to make me cry out, biting into the meat of my thumb to keep quiet.

"Oh, shit! You've been binding for a while, haven't you? I'm sorry, you need to get out of that before you cause some serious damage there, youngster!" He stands and heads for the door, but before he can leave, I call out for him. "Hey, wait." He looks back at me.

"Thank you for accepting me, Papa." I grin, but it comes off as more of a grimace. His eyes widen and tears well up in his eyes, and he nods before leaving. The moment the door shuts I'm practically ripping the shirt off. I slide my binder off as quickly as possible.

I lour at the purple and blue bruises flowing along my ribcage and gently cross my arms across my chest, dysphoria already starting to seep into my head. I quickly grab a dark blue hoodie, the only thing I have to remember my dad by, and slip in on.

Afterwards, I head back downstairs, being met with Papa talking to Aizawa in the living room, likely about how I called him 'Papa'. I cross my arms over my chest again and look at my feet. "Did…" I swallow the lump forming in my throat. "Did you tell him…?" I mumble.

"Of course not, that is your information to keep or share, depending on what you choose to do with it. It doesn't matter if he's my husband, it is yours and yours only. If anyone ever spreads that information without your permission Sho will have to bail me out of jail." He says in a tone way too serious to match his normally ecstatic personality.

I nod. "Thank you. I suppose I can tell him now, though. It wouldn't exactly be fair for only one parent to know." I chuckle anxiously. He accepts Papa, so he'll accept you, too. I try to convince myself. "I'm… I'm trans."

Aizawa smiles softly, approaching me and pretending to push my bangs out of my face, gently holding my face. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to come out. And I'll always support you for being yourself, kiddo. Always." I smile, leaning into the much wanted affection.

"You'll always be apart of our family, we both love you very much, kiddo." Aizawa pulls me into a hug, noticing my attempt at absorbing the attention. "I love you guys too." I grin. "Thanks for never giving up on me, Dad." Aizawa smiles with pride, attempting to ruffle my hair.

Mic joins the hug too, and I bask in the the new form of affection. Something I've never felt before. Loved. I guess I found my place after all.