Creativity Must Be Present {Oneshots for The Boiz(tm)}

The Bathrooms.

Kirishima Eijirou x TransFtM!Reader

(So like, I'll most likely write a second part for this one as well. Why? Because I've got a knack for writing angsty shit, boiz.)

"I-I'll be right back.."

"Hey, wait a minute. Why are you going towards the women's restrooms? Men's is the other way!" The redhead says with a side smile, jabbing a thumb in the air to the other direction.

"B-but I'm-" (Y/n) pulls his hand away from the door jam, moving it to the hem of his uniform shirt where the teen fidgets with the hem. His other hand is clutching his shirt over his binded chest.

Kirishima smiles brightly; "You're what? One of the most manly men I've ever known?" He walks up to (Y/n), gently taking my clenched hand in his, removing it from my shirt.

"(Y/n), listen, you're smart, strong, wonderful, and an amazing friend! But most importantly," he grabs my other hand as well, holding them together inside of his as he smiles softly, "you are a man."

"And a handsome one, at that!" He chuckles.

"Which reminds me. . ." He looks me in the eyes, bright red meeting my vivid (e/c). Kirishima moves his left hand to the back of his neck, resting it there nervously as he puts his other hand on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a calming way over the uniform fabric.

"Would you like to go out with me?" He asked, flashing a toothy grin that overflows with kindness.

"Y-yeah, yes! Okay!" (Y/n) stuttered, hands shaking from both the cold air and his anxiousness. Nevertheless, he smiles back, wrapping his arms around Kiri's neck and hugging him tightly.

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"I still have to use the bathroom though."