Being a cross-dresser had its flaws, Yuki would know. There were many times when he was confused as a girl, and many more as a girlfriend, which did become frustrating at times. He'd always become anxious whenever the cross-dressing was brought up between strangers. Most of them understood, but he could still remember those disgusted faces when he told them, and the insults that came after. They hurt him, deep. But he's been telling himself that he was old enough to take on those insults, and that it made him weak to cry in front of strangers he didn't know. Or worse, people he did know.
"Everyone is going to make fun of us"
The two boys stay stunned in the hallway of the school. One with tears, the other with a scowl.
"I don't care what they say! I just want to be with you"
More tears slip down Midoriya's face. His thoughts clouded with the boy standing across from him. Both of them caught up in their own emotions. This wasn't supposed to be like this. This small friendship was only to be that, nothing more... Yet both hearts felt something else.
If only it was that easy.
Warnings: smut, light angst, fluff
Cover is made by me.