This chapter is about my day today. It was my birthday. Dec 19th. Today was a sucky day and this chapter acts somewhat as a vent.
I identify as Non-binary, but I definitely present more neutral-masculine. So In this story, I am a second year at AU like the rest of the students. The 1A and 1B dorms are now just the Heroes2 dorm building (one building only/combined) and almost everyone shares a dorm room with someone else. My name is essentially Creator translated into Japanese.
( I asked my phone). I'm a trans male, former support course to hero course student with a quirk I'm not super confident in and an overactive imagination and emotions that either cause me trouble or get me into it.
It's rare, but I might use my self-insert a few more times.
"Hito-Kun?" Denki walked around the corner of the couch wearily. He stared at a smaller boy. He remembered the bright cat green eyes. With no pupils; just solid bright green. And his dark forest green to blue fade curly hair. His hair was chin-length and shiny while his skin was pale ans freckled. He was similar to Midoriya in almost every way. But the thin dark circles underneath his eye resembled Shinso. Hitoshi Shinsou. It was almost funny. As if Shinsou and Midoriya had had a kid named Sōzu Suhito.
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This is my OC Sōzu Suhito. He's technically also me-> if I dyed my hair green and blue and gave it a bit of a trim. This was a quick and crappy drawing of him I did a few days ago. Do not use or take this drawing for your own purposes without asking unless I have said otherwise. But for anyone who has read this chapter when it first came out, or is a new reader, I wanted y'all to know what he looks like a little better then just a basic description
"Hm?" The other boy removed his headphones.
"You need something Kaminari?"
"We're you, we're you wearing eyeliner? Or is that just mascara?"
"Oh... Yeah. I know I don't usually wear makeup. I haven't washed my face in the last three days. So it's just really old mascara that decided to spill on my face when the floodgates finally opened."
Denki sat down on the couch next to Sōzu. The blonde opened his arms for the freckled male and sighed Contentedly when the curly teen finally leaned into Kaminari's buzzing embrace. Denki appreciated his quirk for times like this. He was warm and just a little bit zappy. Perfect for cuddles or comforting someone.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Not really... you're not gonna make fun of me for crying?"
"Why would I do that?" Denki tilted his head to the side, now more concerned than ever ans also confused.
"Mmm~" Suhito sighed, burying his face inti Denki's shoulder. "I swear, nothing compares to your warmth. Even Todoroki." Denki chuckled.
