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A Teacher's Influence

   "What the hell is this ?!" Kiri shouted, holding my chest binder in one hand and my black male wig in the other.
   I flinched and desperately reached for them, crying out as he threw them directly at me.
  "So now what ?! You trick me into going out with you and then I find out you're actually a fuckin boy?!" He roared, stalking towards me angrily. I quickly backed up and held my hands in front of myself, trying to stop his onslaught of rage.
  "Kiri, please-! This...This is just who I am!" I choked out weakly. "I wasn't trying to trick you!"
  He stopped inches from my face and I watched as his eyes slowly turned black.
"Freak," he snarled. "Freak. Freak. Freak. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP."

    My eyes flew open as my nightmare came to an end. My hands clutched at my stomach as I stumbled out of bed and right to my bathroom, emptying my stomach out in the toilet. My head was absolutely reeling.
  I laid my cheek down on the toilet seat, relaxing slightly when I felt the cold rush through my face. I can't keep living like this. I have to tell him.
  Groaning softly, I stood up and stumbled back to my room. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, before glancing at my mirror.
   It was definitely a Masculine day.
As soon as I had mentally decided who to be for the day, I felt a bit better. When I was feminine, I felt softer. More vulnerable. Nicer, even. But when the world became too much, becoming Masc was my shield. I could pretend I had huge muscles, and a badass shaggy haircut I did on my own. Even if it wasn't real, I was the only one who knew that.
    I slowly got dressed, slipping on my black baggy jeans, and a blue UA hoodie. I closed my eyes, my mind quieting as I put my blonde hair into a tight knot, and slipped the black shag wig over it. After I applied a bit of jaw and cheek contour, I grabbed my books and was out the door.
    Only to run smack into a very fashionable, pink wall.
  "Well, hello! Do you know what time it is ? Girl, you better get your shit together or we're gonna be late !"
  I rolled my eyes as Mina began her morning routine of chewing me out. Mina was the only one who knew what I really was. Despite me being Masculine today, I didn't cringe at her use of the word "girl". She was the only one I didn't mind calling me that, no matter what gender I was that day. Mina called everyone 'girl'. It was a term of endearment for her.
   "I had a bad dream," I sighed, digging my fingers into my temple. She quieted down as we walked down the UA hallways.
  "Same one?"
I nodded tiredly. The first time I had the awful dream, I called Mina. She snuck into my dorm at 3 in the morning and held me while I sobbed and hyperventilated for two hours.
  "Honey, you have to stop making yourself sick over this. It's Eijirou. He's the kindest, most understanding soul there ever was. It would mean the absolute world to him if you were honest with him, and let him in to who you truly are."
   I stayed silent as Mina talked me through my feelings again. As we found our way to Aizawa Sensei's classroom, Mina turned abruptly and put her hands on my shoulders to stop me.
"Now," she said sternly. "Who's the baddest, girliest, hottest bitch there ever was?"
  I sighed softly and stared down at my shoes. "Me."
  "And who's the hottest, most masculine, coolest piece of man meat ever?!"
  I laughed at her words and glanced up to meet her eyes. "I am! Now shut up before someone hears you!"
  Mina nodded in approval and turned heel, sauntering into the classroom as though she owned it. In her mind, she probably did. I ran my fingers through my bangs so they created a soft curtain over my eyes, and followed suit.
    As always, class 1A was a flurry of activity. Bakugou was sitting at his desk scowling at Deku in silence. Deku was staring dreamily at Shoto, while Shoto remained oblivious, continuing his conversation with Iida. Mina was in front of the classroom windows, using the reflection to fluff up her hair, while Ochacco was furiously copying down whatever Tsuyu had written for the homework over the weekend. And finally, Aizawa had his face buried in his mug of (presumably, based on what we all knew about him), very strong coffee.
   He turned his head as I made my way in, his eyes widening in the slightest as he nodded in my direction. I nodded back and quickly took my seat, as Aizawa cleared his throat.
    "Alright, everyone. In your desks, now."
I held my breath as Kirishima slid in to his spot next to me and flashed me a grin.
  "Hey (Y/N's Masc Name)! I haven't seen you in a while! Where have you been?"
  I stared down at my desk and shut my eyes tightly as Aizawa sharply called Kiri's name.
  "As you are all aware, (Y/N's Masc Name) has a Quirk that takes an exponential toll on their physical form. What they don't do in the classroom, they make up for while resting."
   Kiri's eyes shifted to me, filled with pity and an apology. I smiled a little at him, and mouthed, 'its okay". He smiled back and nodded in thanks. Aizawa's eyes met mine as I sent him a silent thank you. He nodded enough for only me to see and began the lesson for the day.

                          After Class....

    I felt my eyes snap open as the bell rang. I was forever thankful to Aizawa for keeping my secret and covering for me, but I couldn't help falling asleep when he was teaching. His voice was so deep, and with Eijirou next to me, I felt so calm. It was hard to stay awake.
    I stood up and groaned softly as I gathered my books and threw them into my bag. Mina had already gone to her next class, so I trudged to the classroom door, reluctantly about to make the walk to class by myself.
   Until I collided directly with a (quite literally) red haired brick wall.
     "(Y/N's Masc Name)! Sorry, I didn't mean to stand in your way. I was just waiting for you and was hoping to talk!" He smiled sheepishly as my heart caught in my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aizawa stop moving as he watched our interaction, ready to save me if Kiri got too close to the truth.
  "Oh, yeah sure. What's up dude?" I choked back a smile at how cool I felt when I let my voice drop when I was masc.
  "I was wondering if you would be able to help me with this next test we have coming up...? I'm really struggling with this subject, and I could use the help. My girlfriend's got outstanding grades, and I really wanna impress her," he pled with his big puppy eyes.
   My heart felt like it was going to burst. He was asking for tutoring so I would think he was smart. I nodded and grinned at him.
  "Sure, man. Give me a time and place, and I'll be there."
  Eijirou gasped happily and hugged me, catching me off guard a bit. He pulled back and beamed at me.
   "Oh dude, you're a lifesaver ! Thanks for helping me look more manly for my woman."
    His smile faded slightly as he squinted, gazing deeper into my eyes.
"Speaking of her...Your eyes are so similar-"
And that was Aizawa's cue.
"Kirishima! Class. Now."
Taking a step back, he waved slightly before walking out the door. "Sorry dude! I'll see you around."
    I clutched at my chest and slowly sank to the floor of the classroom, my breath coming in short, shallow rasps. My eyes closed as I heard Aizawa's footsteps moving as he shut the classroom door.
   "Well. That certainly was a close one."
I whimpered and nodded.
   "He'll understand, you know." I glanced up and saw Aizawa watching the window of the door, making sure no one heard our conversation.
   "But what if he doesn't..." I choked out.
Aizawa turned his head and stared at me for a few minutes before he bit out his next words.
   "Then why are you so crazy about a boy who can't even accept the real you?"
  I flinched and dropped my eyes. Aizawa sighed and opened the door, motioning me out.
   "I'm assigning Eijirou as your partner for tomorrow's project. If you're smart, you'll use this as an opportunity to tell him the truth."

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Okay y'all! Hopefully Y/N can tell Kiri the truth...and hopefully Kiri can accept them

-Aurora 🩵