Shinso and Erasermic Family Oneshots

Coming Out

Ftm Hizashi, don't like don't read

Hizashi learned very quickly that his boyfriend was oblivious. Even before they started dating, when Hizashi pined after Aizawa like it was the blonde's way of living, it took a very long, very graphic text message to get the point across that Hizashi had a massive crush on the introvert.

He somehow managed to make the changes induced by his T shots seem like late puberty. Oboro helped him with his weekly shots when he was alive, along with keeping him closeted. Oboro was openly non binary, and Hizashi admired how brave they were. Oboro dying spurred Hizashi to deal with giving himself the shots, as he had no one else to do it for him.

Hizashi and Aizawa started dating when they were 16 and 17, Hizashi being the younger. Five years later, and here they were, engaged. Hizashi grew up in a household that taught him to save himself for marriage, back when he was Akira. He used it as an excuse to not have sex. To keep his secret, a secret.

He knew he needed to tell Shota about being trans sooner than later, but every time he tried, he panicked and chickened out. And while Shota knew something was wrong, he just couldn't figure out what. Hizashi was still baffled by the fact he hadn't found out yet. He'd been leaving clues for a solid year now.

Hell, Hizashi even disappeared for a solid eight weeks after top surgery, but Shota simply passed it as a vacation Hizashi went on with his cousins, as that's who he had stayed with for the entirety of his healing process. Hizashi was beginning to realize hints weren't going to work, but no matter how hard he tried to force the words out, he never could.

Hizashi woke and immediately let a string of curse words tumble past his lips, the syllables slurred from sleep. "What the fucking fuck? Why the fuck are the fucking lights on?" He whined, waving his arm around sleepily as if it would make the light go away.

"It's one in the afternoon, that's why. Even I woke up before you did, love. That's saying something." Aizawa teased, leaning against the doorway. Hizashi scowled and covered his head with a pillow. "Work was rough last night. Annoying assholes calling consistently, stupid interns refusing to do their work." He growled.

"Oh... Sorry, my dear. Do you… wanna talk about it?" Aizawa asked hesitantly, walking up to his fiance and sitting next to him. Hizashi shook his head. "No… I'll be fine." He mumbled into the pillow. Aizawa nodded.

"Alright… we do still have more wedding planning to work on, though, remember?" Aizawa chuckled, taking the pillow away and hitting him with the object. Hizashi swatted at him, but reluctantly sat up.

"Wow, now that is some impressive bed head." Aizawa grinned. Hizashi rolled his eyes and grabbed the hairbrush on his dresser, running it through his thick, tangled hair, grumbling more curses.

Aizawa waited patiently for his partner to finish. When he did finish, almost half an hour later, he laid his head on Aizawa's shoulder, yawning softly. "I thought I was the tired one." He teased again.

"Shut up, it's still too early for this." Hizashi whined, hitting Aizawa with the pillow. The older of the two grunted in annoyance and hit Hizashi with it again. "Alright, get out so I can change darlin', I'll be out in just a second." Hizashi stood.

Aizawa gave a firm nod and kissed Hizashi softly, then left for him to change. Hizashi was quick to slide a pastel green, long sleeve crop top on, along with a pair of jeans. He made sure he put his packer in his boxers afterwards, then left to rejoin his soon-to-be husband in the living room.

The man was laying on the couch, eyes closed and deep in thought. Hizashi smirked and silently approached him, a skill he mastered when he was much younger, and pounced on Aizawa. The ravenette shot up and reached for his scarf, but realized it was Hizashi.

"Fucking hell Zashi, don't scare me like that!" He placed a hand on his chest, willing his heartbeat to slow to a normal rhythm. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to." Hizashi chuckled mischievously. "Mhm. That little chuckle of yours says otherwise." Hizashi smiled 'innocently'.

"True… but you love me too much to do something about it." Hizashi grinned smugly. Aizawa thought for a moment. "Maybe… but one day my reflexes are going to move faster than my thoughts." He retorted.

"Well, who said I wanted you to control yourself?" Hizashi said with a cheeky smile. Aizawa's face turned bright red, making Hizashi chuckle. "Aw, someone's blushing." It was his turn to tease now.

Aizawa playfully glared. "Don't say things like that, Zashi." He said sternly. "Why not? You a sadist?" Hizashi picked. Aizawa turned scarlet red, turning to the side. "Shuddup." He slurred. Hizashi turned a faint shade of red too. "Oh." Aizawa shifted uncomfortably, the two sitting in a slightly sexual silence.

Hizashi opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by an obnoxious knocking at the door. Hizashi rolled his eyes and looked at Shota. "Are you expecting anyone?" He asked. Aizawa shook his head. "You?" Hizashi shook his head too.

Another knock rang out, much louder than the first. "Ugh… we're coming!" Hizashi called. The pair stood and approached the door. When Hizashi opened it, his stomach dropped and he tried to shut it again, but the older couple had already walked in.

"Get the fuck out." Hizashi hissed. "I told you to stay the hell away from me and out of my life." The woman the blond referred to as an incubator merely rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Akira, we simply wanted to meet our daughter's future husband."

Hizashi's blood turned to ice. It had been so long since he had been misgendered, so long since he'd experienced any form of backlash from being who he was, and that one, simple word broke him all over again.

"I am not your daughter. I never was, and I never will be." He muttered, his tone bitter and angry. The sperm donor scoffed. "Save the bullshit. You're our little girl, whether you like it or not." He spat.

"I don't understand why you still have the nerve to do this to us after everything we've done for you!" The incubator cried dramatically.

Hizashi paused, raising a brow. Pure, unfiltered rage pulsed through his veins. "Everything you've done for me?" He scoffed, a pathetic chuckle following. "The only thing you guys ever did for me was abuse and neglect me! The moment I came out as trans you shut me out all together unless you needed a punching bag! You have no fucking right to call yourselves parents!!" Hizashi screamed.

Hizashi took a breath. "I trusted you enough to tell you I was trans and pan, and you fucking shunned be for it. So I suggest that next time, when you try to ruin my fucking life more than you already have, think long and hard, because I continued to love you while you hated me."

They were both silent after that. Shota was quick to kick them out, promising to call the cops for trespassing and a restraining order next time. Hizashi paced the living room, prepared for the worst. Prepared for Shota to leave him or yell obscenities at him.

When Shota looked at him, though, a sorrowful gaze locked on the anxious and very clearly afraid man, all he could do was pull him into a hug. "Zashi…" he started.

Here it comes. Hizashi thought bitterly, tears threatening to fall. He's going to leave me. "You being trans doesn't change anything. You're still the man I fell in love with." Shota whispered softly, pulling away from the hug enough to look into those olive green eyes he cherished so much.

Hizashi was baffled. He was expecting to be attacked, or broken up with, or a combination of both. Not this. He wasn't expecting Shota to be so accepting of it. Tears began to fall, and his knees threatened to give way. Aizawa lead them both to the floor, Hizashi looking down at his thighs.

"I'm so-sorry I never told you." He sobbed. Shota gently cupped his face and redirected Hizashi's gaze to meet his own. He used his thumbs to wipe the tears away as they appeared. "It's alright, my dear. It's okay." He smiled tenderly, eyes holding a soft, loving gaze.

"I'm just- thank you for staying. I was so scared I was going to get attacked or broken up with or-or-" he cried. Shota shushed him by placing a finger against his lips. "I will never hurt you. I promise." His gaze gardens slightly.

Hizashi nodded softly, pulling the older into a gentle kiss. The two stayed that way for a moment, lip-locked and crying, neither wanting to leave the other's presence. The unspoken words they seemed to pass between each other, though, made them both smile.

"I love you."