Sparks - ShinKami

Feminine

POV DENKI

"So..." I say as Mina and Bakugou dig around through my closet. Hanta, Kiri, and I are sitting on my bed, but the two of them are immersed in their phones. Hanta is texting somebody (Todoroki) and I think Kiri is watching a compilation of people jumping off of stuff and surviving. "Uh, guys?" I say, clearing my throat. I can't sit still.

"What, dunce face?" Bakugou growls. "We're trying to find you a goddamn outfit."

"Can't believe we haven't started yet," Mina says, wiping non-existent sweat off of her forehead. "We've only got six hours until the concert. Hey, Kami, how do you feel about wearing a skirt?"

"Huh?" I squeak. "A skirt? L-like, girl clothes? Pfft, Mina, I don't own any skirts–"

"Found one," Bakugou says, holding up my favorite black skirt. "God, clean out your closet, you moron. No wonder you don't know what's in your closet."

"Guys, no," I say, taking the skirt from Bakugou. "I can't wear girl clothes in public. What if Shinso thinks I'm weird? I can't do that." I throw the skirt, but Mina catches it, rage in her yellow eyes.

"First of all," she booms, grabbing my arm tightly. 

Don't you want to be remarkable, Denki? Toughen up! 

My breath hitches, and I plant my feet, not daring to move an inch. I think Bakugou notices and pulls Mina's hand back. I still don't breathe. 

"Style doesn't have a gender. Just because clothes are styled to fit a certain body type doesn't mean it restricts people from wearing them. That's why we have different sizes of clothes, so everyone can feel comfortable. If you feel comfortable in more feminine clothes, then that's what you're going to wear, regardless of what other people think."

"Tell us if anyone says anything mean to you," Bakugou growls. "I wish they would. I'll switch from hero to villain real fucking quick. I'll give them exactly three fucking seconds to run before I gouge out their eyeballs and skull fuck 'em."

"Hell yeah, BakuBro!" Kiri shouts.

"Yessir!" Hanta chimes in. The two of them start chanting "SKULL FUCK" and it takes Mina snapping at them to shut them up.

"Secondly," Mina says, cupping my face gently. "You're my beautiful best friend, Denki, and I will support you in anything you want. You bring the energy to this squad, and you're so irreplaceable. If no one else supports you, know that we will."

"I second that," Sero says.

"Third," Kiri chimes.

"Fuck you guys," Bakugou says. "I said it first."

"That doesn't make any sense–"

"Shut the fuck up," Bakugou snaps. He turns to Mina, holding up a big black and yellow flannel. Mina nods, taking out an old Kiss shirt of mine and shoving all the items at me. She turns to Bakugou, eyebrows raised, and he nods. Their silent communication makes my head hurt. Perfectly synchronized, they leave my room and part ways, returning in approximately three minutes. "Belts and chains," Bakugou says, shoving a bunch of leather and metal at me. "It's a rock concert, and you can't go looking like a submissive indie boy."

"And black fishnets," Mina chimes, "to make sure Shisno still knows you're a bottom."

"A what?" I squeak as they push me into the closet.

"Just get changed, Spark Plug!" Bakugou yells. 

I do as I'm told, shimmying out of my clothes and into the new ones. The fishnets are kind of a pain to put on, but I get the hang of it. They reach up to my belly button while my skirt stays at my hips. I tug on my shirt, and it's a little short since it's so old. I pull on my flannel then wrap all the belts around my waist and hook the chains around my neck and on my hip, knowing Bakugou is going to bitch at me for putting them on wrong. 

When I'm finished, I push the door open. Before I can be dramatic and strut around, Bakugou pushes me into a chair and Mina and Jiro attack my face.

"When did you get here, J?" I ask as they apply makeup to my face.

"Like thirty seconds ago, dude," Jiro says. "Now stay still. Mascara does not feel good in the eyes."

"Mascara– AH! IT BURNS! OW, OW, OW!!" I cry out, pushing them away from me. My quirk buzzes a bit, and I accidentally zap myself. I ignore it, though. After all the training I've been through, I shouldn't be malfunctioning like this. "Alright, alright," I say as Jiro glares at me. "I'm okay, thanks for asking. You may continue."

"I gotta go," Bakugou says as his phone buzzes. "It's the damn nerd."

"Alrighty," Mina sings. "Talk to you later, BakuBaby. Tell 'Zuku I said hi and that I love him!"

Bakugou rolls his eyes as he and Kiri do their handshake. "See ya, man," Sero says. "Wow, Kam, you look nice."

"Ah, thanks," I say awkwardly as Jiro rubs my lips with chapstick. "Don't you think it's kind of a lot?" I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as Jiro turns around. "What if Shinso thinks I'm weird?"

"Then we'll kill him," Jiro says simply. They turn to me with a deadly look, eyes narrowed. "You look hot, Denks. If he has a problem, he might as well write his will."

"Feisty," Kirishima whistles while Hanta chuckles. Jiro shoots daggers at him with her eyes, making the two boys throw up their hands in defense. "Uh... Mario Kart, anyone?"

"I'll get the weed," Sero says, hopping to the door a little too quickly.

Jiro turns back to me, holding up a mirror in front of my face. Really all they did was make my eyelashes a little darker and longer, line my eyes with a black pencil, and make my lips smoother and softer. But I like it. I love it. I feel my face heat up as I look at myself. I feel... comfortable. 

"Thanks, J," I say, smiling at myself in the mirror. "And you too, Mina! I feel great!"

"You're gonna feel even better when I kick your ass in Mario Kart," Mina chuckles. "C'mon, we only got a few hours left! Everyone puts in five bucks, winner takes all!"

"Besides Hanta," Jiro chuckles, "because he's poor."

"I'm not poor!" Sero squeals, packing the bowl with marijuana leaves. "My big brother is just illegal in the country. Doesn't affect my cash flow, babe."

"You're right," Jiro says, "you're not poor, you just spend your money on gifts for Todoroki to make a desperate attempt at winning his heart."

"Cold," Kirishima laughs.

"But honestly," Mina says. "Hey! Jiro! I call Yoshi! I always get Yoshi!"

"You snooze, you lose, princess," Jiro chuckles. Mina grumbles and selects Boo. Sero gets Waluigi, Kirishima picks Donkey Kong, and I pick baby Luigi. The race starts, and chaos ensues.

When all of us are stoned sometime later, my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I take it out, seeing Shinso's name flash across my screen. "Guys," I say, smacking Mina's arm. "Guys, Shinso is here to pick me up. We gotta go."

"He's what?" Mina squeaks. "Ah, right! Your date! C'mon, Kami!"

"Shhh," Kirishima says, pressing his finger to Sero's lips, even though Sero passed out twenty minutes ago. "Inside voices, my manly men, women, and enbies. Quiet is manly."

"Shut up," Jiro chuckles. "I can't believe I'm the only one who can function while high. Anyways, you said Denks has a date with Shinso? Hm, pulling right from the top, huh, Denki?"

I chuckle and let Mina lead me to the door. We hurry through the common area, hoping that Midoriya and Bakugou don't smell the weed on us as we stumble through. They do, of course, and poor Bakugou has to explain to Midoriya why we smell weird and look like zombies.

Once outside, my eyes immediately land on Shinso. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, his legs wrapped in tight ripped jeans with belts and chains. His shoes look dangerous, with spikes and chains, and his lips are twisted into that adorable lopsided grin. I'm addicted. 

"Ready to go, Sparky?" he says, wrapping his fingers around mine. I just nod, not trusting myself with words.