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~4: Friends. Best friends, even~

Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood
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(A/N: Hey, everybody!! Just to let you know, this chapter will have a few personal headcanons added, so if you don't like things like that, fuck off :) and for those who do enjoy headcanons, or don't care, enjoy this next chapter!)

"So, Atlas..." Eijirou looked at the cosmic teen next to him, his gaze full of curiosity. "Why do you wear those gloves?"

"They're for my quirk." Atlas explained, looking down at the black gloves on his hands.
Eijirou tilted his head. "Oh, really? What do they do?" He asked.

"Plasma, the fourth state of matter, is obtained when an element reaches extreme temperatures, ranging from 11,000° Fahrenheit to 14,000° Fahrenheit." Atlas said, flexing his fingers as he did so.

"These gloves, provided by my father's technology, create a protective and flexible cover that encloses the plasma so that when I use it on something or someone, it won't immediately disintegrate."

Eijirou's eyes lit up with excitement. "Woah, really!? That's, like, so cool. How did your dad do that?"

"I'm... not quite sure, actually." Atlas murmured, observing his gloves as he turned his hands around. "For as long as I have spent time in my father's office, I don't recall any memories of him designing these..."

Eijirou tilted his head again. "Huh, really?" He put his hands behind his hair as he walked. He then looked at Atlas again, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Can... I try them on?"

Atlas looked at Eijirou, his eyebrow raised slightly. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his gloves off his hands, and handed them to his friend, who gladly took them.

Eijirou slid the gloves onto his hand, but his excitement seemed to dissipate and turn into a frown. Atlas noticed his sudden change in mood. "Is something wrong?"

"I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but these don't feel very... I don't know, high-tech? They feel like those crappy leather gloves you get at HotTopic." Eijirou said, looking up at Atlas with slight disappointment.

Atlas hummed in thought. "I believe my father made them from thinner material for better use. Maybe that's it? I'm sorry for disappointing you." He murmured as he took his gloves back.

"Hey, Atlas...can I ask you a question?" He said in a low tone, hoping the other students in the hall didn't hear them.

"Of course, Kirishima-san." Atlas nodded.

Eijirou's face dropped slightly at the honorific, but it quickly turned into almost a nervous expression.

"If... you don't mind me asking, a-and you don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable! But..." He let out a breath and scratched behind his ear anxiously.

"Are you... trans, by chance..?"

Atlas seemed to visibly tense, but he soon sighed and nodded his head once more. "I am indeed transgender. Though, I suppose it was a bit obvious with my higher-pitched voice and when I referred to myself as a male earlier in class today."