"From what you've told me, even if you technically said yes... that sounds like sexual assault."
It's normal to be tense around your boyfriend. It's normal for him to kiss you when you don't want him to. It's normal to avoid his calls. It's normal t...
Heyo! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Elliot. I first wrote this as a 5k short story for my non-fiction class, but it spiralled so here we are. This is extremely auto-biographical so lol sorry. Hope you enjoy. Izuku will be referred to as Izumi for the first few chapters before he comes out. Also some things changed - he met All Might in his second last year of middle school, he knew Camie and Mineta before UA and was friends with them since childhood, Todoroki went to a different school to UA, Bakugou's deaf, Izuku's autistic, and they go to a summer camp that trains potential heroes to use their quirks and helps them get into high school. So yeah, it's very canon divergent, oof sorry. Hope you enjoy anyway. This is my Easter fic for the year even though I'm not religious and it has nothing to do with Easter. Enjoy!
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CW: Non-con groping, awkward kissing
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"What?" Hagakure pulled the eyeliner back.
Midoriya Izumi stared up at her from the bed. The mattress was bumpy and too thin for the steel blue frame it sat on.
She stood in front of Izumi, hunched over, one hand on her knees. She had done her makeup first – worn a wig, gloves, coloured contacts, a bright red lollipop, everything to make herself visible for that night. The eyeliner was still too close to Izumi's eyes for comfort. "You haven't shifted anyone yet?"
Izumi shifted on the bed and pursed her lips. The lipstick felt foreign on them even though it was a nude colour. "No..." It was a lie. She had - at the St. Patrick's day youth club disco. He had been looking for something Irish to shift, and Izumi had been the closest thing to it with the green hair.
He had bitten her cheek.
Ashido looked up from her phone. She was using a photo from Instagram as a base to style her hair off. It wasn't working all that well with the horns. "You're kidding. How do you know you're bi if you haven't done anything with anyone?"
Izumi frowned and ducked her head. She ran her feet along the carpet. It was blue, and reminded her of the carpet in her primary school. If she walked on it in her bare feet, it hurt her heels. "I just do." Her silver sandals glistened in the florescent light.
