DATING Class 1-A (NSFW)

You Are Loved

Ejiro Kirishima x MTF!Reader

||every time you look in the mirror, you see something you'd rather not be||

O/N= Old Name

(WARNING: body-dismorphia, panic attack)

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"You're Transgender? I thought you were Japanese."  My little brother.

"That's a sin; you're going to hell."  My mother.

"You're a disgrace to this family. Get out."  My father.

It hurt, but that was three years ago. I haven't talked to them since I moved into the dorms at UA.

Even so, looking at myself in the mirror, I hated it. I had the gender-confirmation surgery a year ago, so the estrogen hasn't nessisarily taken full effect. I've been wanting to get implants, but I have to wait another year. It fucking hurts.

I didn't want to be O/N anymore.

I was flat chested and had no curves. My muscle mass has been lowering, so I didn't look that masculine, and I have a smaller waist, but that's about it.

Why do mirrors have to show you every insecurity?

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed at the mirror, and do to my banshee quirk, it shattered into pieces.

I cried out when a shard cut into my cheek, drawing blood.

That's when I broke down.

My chest tightened, and I couldn't breathe. My knees gave out as they colidded with the hard tile of the bathroom floor. My mind was racing, beating myself up.

You're pathetic.

You're never going to be a good hero.

How will your fans ever accept you?

You're so ugly.

"Y/N!!"

I felt strong,  warm arms embrace me, pulling me into a hard chest as I sobbed. His cologne clouded my senses, bringing me back to reality.

It took me maybe 10 minutes to calm down to a point where I was only quietly sobbing,  clutching tight onto my boyfriend's hoodie. 

It was quiet for a long moment, the only sound my sniffles as I rested against his chest, before he asked, "Are you okay, pebble?"

"W-when is the year going to be over? I don't want to be l-like this anymore." I said.

"I know you don't, baby," Kirishima said, running his fingers through my hair. "Just be patient, and the time will come faster than you expect."

"I don't want to wait," I snuggled deeper into his chest.

I didn't realize he had moved us from the bathroom and onto our bed, his arms wrapped around me securely. 

The reason I'm still living is because of him.

"Let me patch you up?" Kirishima asked, looking at the small cut on my cheek.

I nodded, sitting up.

Kirishima kissed my forehead before going back into the bathroom, avoiding the glass on the floor as he opened the cabinet with the first aid kit.

I sat quietly as he cleaned and bandaged my cheek, wondering why he still stayed with me after all the panic attacks I have.

Kiri caught me staring when he was finished and flashed his toothy grin at me. "All finished."

"I love you," I blurted out. "Thank you."

"Oh, baby, I love you more." Kirishima chuckled, lifting my chin so he could kiss me. "And absolutely nothing can change that because you are loved."

Even after 4 years, he still gives me butterflies.

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gender-distress