Kiribaku oneshots

🏳️‍⚧️Transgender🏳️‍⚧️

Length- not that short
Genre- fluff and a smiggie wiggie bit of angst

Third POV-

Bakugou struggled with his binder, it was clipping to his skin and hurting his chest. He hated it. He just wanted a flat chest like the other men. Or a chest that would go with his washboard abs. But, until he can get the surgery to get these annoying breast removed, he'll have to deal with the binder. He reached for a black tank top and put it on. Sliding a hand down his chest. Flat. Like he wanted it. But, it's not like it was going to matter. He finally got enough courage to tell one of his closest friends, his crush, Kirishima upon the matter. The only other people who knew about him being trans was his parents, Deku, Auntie Inko, and the staff at UA. They kind of had to know. Telling this to Kirishima was to his own accord.

He told Kirishima that he'll help him with his homework, but homework wasn't really the idea Bakugou had in mind of doing when over at the redhead's dorm room. He sighed and exited his dorm room. No homework in his hands. He went over and knocked on the door. Kirishima opened the door and saw his blonde friend, his crush, and opened the door wide enough for Bakugou to walk through.

"Where's the homework you wanted to work on?" Kirishima asked, noticing quickly the nervous scrunched eyebrows and the empty hands that were stuffed into the pockets of some black sweats.

"I- uh..."

"Hey, is there something on your mind," Kirishima closed the door and stared at Bakugou with concern. The blonde didn't know why Kirishima was so easily able to read him. But that didn't matter, he was giving him a start.

"I-I want to share something with you that...most people don't know..." Bakugou sighed out. Kirishima nodded behind him.

"Should we sit down?" Kirishima was already going towards his bed and sat down on top of the sheets, Bakugou followed and sat down next to him.

"I-I'm-...I'm trans," Bakugou stuttered out. Kirishima just hummed in response.

"It's okay if you want to be a girl du-"

"No, dumbass!" Bakugou yelled. "I want to be a man," Kirishima tilted his head and looked at Bakugou. The blonde huffed before taking off the tank top to reveal the black binder that was attached to his chest. Bakugou could hear the breathy gasp coming from Kirishima.

"Your a..." Kirishima didn't finish that sentence, he knew Bakugou would take offense if he referred to him as a women rather than a man. The man he wants to be.

"Do you find me any less manly?" Bakugou asked, not looking at Kirishima. The redhead stared at the blonde with sympathy.

"No way man! You're the manliest guy a I know!" He cheered, wrapping an arm around Bakugou and pull him into his chest. The blonde felt a smile creeking it's way to his face, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Kirishima moved Bakugou's head to face him before connecting their foreheads together, closing his eyes, and smiling. Bakugou did the same. "Binder or not," the blonde felt pure joy, all his emotions were just bundling up until it became in unavoidable pulse and he connected their lips. Surprisingly, Kirishima was already moving his. So they met in the middle, kissing with all the love they've built for the other for each and every day they had known each other. It was all too much.

To his displeasure, the kiss had to end. It left the both of them breathless. They stared at each other for a second before Kirishima asked something:

"So do you have real ti-"

"KIRISHIMA!" Bakugou slapped Kirishima across the face, with his own face being a bright red.

"Ow...okay I'm sorry," he chuckled, rubbing his cheek. "Would this make you my boyfriend?" He asked, referring to the kiss as he still rubbed his cheek that was quickly turning red from the well deserved slap. Bakugou blushed. He really liked the idea of being together, and being called a boyfriend.

"Yeah...I guess," the blond mumbled, like a tsundere would. Kirishima smiled brightly and gave Bakugou a kiss on the cheek. Then the redhead leaned down to lay his head on top of Bakugou's chest, on his binder. The blond rolled his eyes and played with Kirishima's shitty hair.