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@heyyallitsbethfanfic
If youre wondering where I've been:
I've been primarily doing additional chapters to my fics Afterglow and Dark Enough to See The Stars.
I do not post additional chapters here since it becomes a very cluttered mess.
If you want to read more find me here:
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Finally finished my Kyu reference, which is funny since I don't plan on making any more fanfic. So this is basically for my own brain lol
god its so satisfying to abandon fics, just free of obligation and people complaining. im free, it feels so good to just not worry about them anymore. its over, its done, dust in the wind.
im free
Shadow Sabbath
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63889477/chapters/163856095
nooo tbe cigarete got gender dyspjoria :(((((((
1986
me on my computer
Izumi Doe/Shigaraki - Black Sabbath
(this is the character design for one of my fics. I dont know how to integrate images into AO3 lol)
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Black Sabbath
Izumi has lived a life full of abuse, discrimination, bullying and hardship. When given one final push by her former best friend, and a shove by a man she always admired, she wishes for nothing more than to rest. She finds that rest in retribution and power. A dark manifestation to allow her to live in peace once again. On the seventh day, she rested. Her divine dark savior, her Black Sabbath.
CHAPTER 1 The Fall
“Why don’t you do everyone a favor? Take a swan dive off the roof and wish for a quirk in your next life?”
…
“My boy- I don’t believe that a quirkless person has the strength to be a hero. You may be a detriment in the field.”
Izumi gazed over the edge of the abandoned office building she’d been left atop. Acidic sludge burned her scalp, her mouth too coarse to cry out, her eyes bleeding tears. Five years ago today, she had been left alone by her mother. Quirkless and transgender was too much for her mother to bear. She disappeared without warning. Here one day, gone the next. No hero nor officer bothered to listen to the quirkless girl’s plea to look for her mother. Today, her former best friend, a boy who had beaten her for a decade finally broke her down, telling her to do the world a favor by killing herself. And now, now she had been put down by Symbol of Peace. The one man whose smile put the nation at ease. The one face she thought would encourage her to keep trying her best. To help her prove everyone wrong, and help her become a hero. As he deflated to his skeletal remnants of a man, his bloody mouth sputtering over Izumi, her hopes had been shattered. Her hero told her that she should stop dreaming.
She sat at the edge of the building, overlooking her downtrodden city. It was a grey ugly she’d known her whole life. She lived in a country with some of the most beautiful views and landscapes the world over, but she had been doomed to live with the Midoriyas. A man who abandoned his wife and child, leaving them to live in squalor. A woman who abandoned her child when she saw her as nothing more than a freak. A child left on the streets, as no foster would take her. No shelter wanted her. She had no worth. She shed her name when her mother did not return. She was a corpse of a woman with no family to claim her, a Jane Doe. The only things she had owned were her new name, Izumi, and a beaten yellow bag.
As she stared into smog-obscured sunset, she hesitated for a moment, considering writing a note. She looked at her charred notebook, All Might’s scribble of a signature encompassing a full page. She figured it may be nice to write a note to the world, one that told her story. One that detailed every scar she’d earned, every beaten-in bruise. But she knew better. There was nobody to leave the note to. She was hated in life, she would be forgotten in death. It was time for her to rest.
With no care left for her being, she stood on the brick railing of the building. Far from traffic, far from any legitimate business. Her body wouldn’t even be found for several days. She knew nobody would look for her when she was gone. She took one final step and plummet to her assured demise.
But she defied those odds.
Izumi had always surpassed the odds. She had long since outlived the life expectancy of a quirkless person. She had always stood strong after a beating. She always patched herself up and continued marching forward. She was a fighter, and she would never go down without a fight, even if she wanted to.
As the wind passed her by, she did not cry out. Her cheek bashed against a steel fire escape, shearing her freckles off her cheek. Skin and blood smeared the railing. Her tumble flung her into a hanging pole, and snapped her leg, snapping her femur like a twig. After all, one solid meal a week left her skin and bones. She winced, but did not cry. Even in agony, she would not reward the world with any more tears. She let her body fall freely, ready for her form to be a pile of viscera when she hit the ground.
She never did.
Before the final sleep, the girl felt her arms envelop in shadow. A bursting anger seared through her veins. Her rage towards the world. She would not go quiet into the dying light. She would rage. She would rage against her own demise. Black veins shot from her fingertips. Nightmarish tendrils of black agony, twinged with her own crimson blood. They ensnared her in a comforting embrace, slowly easing her descent. She met the ground without a jolt. She was alive. The tendrils wrapped her leg in a tight squeezing brace, setting her in place as they stitched the bone together inside. She would be left with a limp, but she was alive. Blood smeared her face, both All Might’s and hers mashed into her stinging cheek.
She sighed and stumbled ‘home’ to her beach. A trashpile with a broken down truck she called shelter. She really was worthless wasn’t she? She couldn’t even kill herself right. All because of her stupid quirk.
… stupid quirk?
Izumi felt a twinge of anger, and watched as the veins in her arms became a sickly black. She felt her muscles tense with strength. She raised her fist, and punched into the decimated remnants of a washing machine. It went straight through. No pain in her knuckles. No blood or wounds from the metal tearing her skin. A black haze enshrouded her arm before slinking away into the recesses of her psyche.
She laughed.
She fell to her knees and laughed out loud. A powerful, joyous cry as her bloody tears met the sand beneath her.
Her trauma had awoke her ability. A quirk in the palms of her hand, circular black scars like those of the crucified.
She had been granted rest by some grace of some God. But it was not the relief of death, it was a divine normalcy. A belonging in this world.
As she stared at her stigmata, she knew what her ability would be. It was her rest. A rest from her pain and sorrow. A relief from her life of Hell. Her fists were clenched in a dark rage.
Her ability was her day of rest. Her Black Sabbath.
Dark Enough to See The Stars
Izuku was excited to get back to school following the disastrous Hero-Shadowing he had done with Gran Torino. Sure, he’d managed to get more control of One For All under his belt, but fighting a serial killer, ‘the Hero Killer : Stain’, was definitely not his idea of fun. After an uneventful few days in the hospital and at home, it was finally time to return back to U.A. As he bolted through the gates, he failed to notice the girl around the corner into the school at the same time as him.
CRASH
“Owwwwwww-”
The green-headed hero heard a small voice whine out, as the two of them lay collapsed on the ground.
“S-sorry- Sorry- I wasn’t watching where I was going-”
“Y-yeah, no worries. I wasn’t watching where I was going either- Was lost in my thoughts… Aaaaaaand I’m kinda lost literally too…”
Izuku started to get up, and offered a hand to the person on the ground.
“Hey, I can help show you around if you need the help.”
A soft hand met Izuku’s rugged scarred palm.
“Yea. That would be super helpful Green.”
The crumpled body got up from it’s slump on the ground, and Izuku was instantly taken aback by what he saw. Before him stood a girl, slightly taller than him, who was stunningly gorgeous. She was wearing the U.A. uniform with a few modifications. Her skirt was black instead of the usual green, and beneath she wore sheer black tights. Replacing the typical tie, she adorned a necklace with a blue tear-drop diamond. She also had a white earpiece beneath her black locks. Her hands were decorated with a ring on each ring finger, one a bright ruby red, the other a soft sky blue. Izuku paused for a moment on her bright red shoes-
“That- that’s the same brand that I wear… is she-?”
He shook the thought from his head.
Her raven hair fell down the length of her back, a sleek straight cut that looked impossibly smooth. Her eyes were a grey sky, but with the light hitting them, Izuku saw the stars of the night sky illuminating as purple sparkles within. The final thing Izuku’s gaze was drawn to was the long, jagged scar along the girl’s face, starting from within her lips and extending over her cheek. The girl blushed, her hand in Izuku’s.
“Um– Green? You still with me bud? You gonna stare or are ya gonna help a girl out?”
Izuku went crimson, pulling his hand back and flailing his arms.
“A-AHH- SORRY SORRY- Wh-wh-where d-do yo-you need to he-head?”
The girl procured a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and placed her pointer finger over her lips, thinking.
“It says I need to go to classroom 1-A, but I swear nothing in this whole complex is labelled in a sane way-”
The girl sighed.
“Yeah- tell me about it- but hey, I’m actually heading to 1-A myself, so I can take you right now.”
“Thanks Green, after being in like… 3 highschools in the past year I am so out of it.”
The girl laughed to herself as Izuku tilted his head confused. Shaking out of the thought, Izuku signalled her to follow him and they went off into U.A. together.
…
“MIDORIYA- IT IS UNBECOMING OF A U.A. STUDENT TO BE LATE TO CLASS!”
Iida greeted Izuku at the door with his traditional Class President charm.
“Hey Iida- I was helping this girl aroun-”
Iida interjected as Izuku explained, pointing to the raven beside Izuku.
“AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE OF CLASS? AND WHY HAVE YOU DISGRACED THE UNIFORM OF U.A.- DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN THOSE WHO HAVE GRADUATED PRIOR TO US?-”
The raven beside Izuku seemed not to be put off by Iida’s… Iida-ness, as a smirk crossed her lips momentarily. Izuku noted that with the scar, she looked menacing as hell. The menace was dropped instantly as the girl puffed her cheeks and placed her head in her hand.
“Ah well- I’m new around this school see?~”
She pitched up her voice to a soft, alluring tone. She absentmindedly twirled a lock of her raven hair with her finger.
“I was just lost and couldn’t find my way- but Greenie here helped me- they sure know how to show a girl a good time~”
With a wink of her starry eye, the bespeckled blue-haired boy short circuited and fell to the ground. Izuku met the stares of the rest of the class, noting how Mina seemed to want to leap from her seat to demand answers, and Ochaco seemed to be in pure shock. The girl nudged Izuku’s arm.
“Sorry for teasin ya Greenie. But it’s the easiest way to deal with… that.”
She pointed to the pile of Iida on the floor.
“... of course Nedzu would drop another problem child onto me…”
Aizawa grumbled from behind his desk.
…
“Alright problem child, find your seat. Problem Child Code Blue please collect yourself and find your seat. New problem child, stand at the front of the class.”
The raven haired girl snickered as her new teacher ordered her and the two boys to their places. She idly fidgeted with her skirt, not currently desiring to be front and center in the class. But of course, she was new. Of course she’d get singled out like this-
“Today we are introducing a new student to the Hero Course. While it is not typical, this new student’s situation is also not typical. Principal Nedzu has personally offered them a space in my class due to their prior heroic efforts-”
“Teach- I’m not really a hero-”
“Quiet please- although, actually I suppose you can introduce yourself- afterwards I’m gonna take a nap until class starts…”
All eyes now on her.
“Well shit.”
She could feel eyes staring daggers at her scar, trailing along it just like the knife had-
But there were three other people in this class with similar scars! They can’t be judging her that bad-
“H-hi. Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Kazuto Kirigaya, but you can all call me Kirito, everyone else already does…”
“Kirigaya, please find an open seat, class will begin in a few minutes. Until then, everyone else can study.”
Kirito walked down the aisle, finding an empty seat alongside Greenie. She figured it would be for the best to sit with the student that already seemed to tolerate her-
And then she heard a scuttling. Her footsteps stopped alongside Greenie’s desk.
“... Teach- ya didn’t tell me there was a rat problem.”
“... what?”
Kirito grabbed an eraser off of Greenie’s desk and launched it into the ceiling tile above her. The class gasped as the ceiling tile slid out of place. A blonde blur fell into Kirito’s arms. She sighed as a familiar brown-hooded girl stared up back at her.
“Argo… just… how?”
The blonde girl snickered.
“Nyehehe- hey Kii-gal. Just wanted ta check on ya in your new class.”
Kirito managed to carry the girl with just one arm as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
“... So much for not making a big deal when I got here… Sorry teach- this is Argo. She’s a rat who likes getting into trouble.”
Aizawa sighed behind his desk.
“Your friend in the government informed me of ‘The Rat’- but I didn’t expect to see her so soon. She can stay until the end of the day so we can make sure no more intrusions happen in the future-”
“Nyehehe- Nope! I get ta stay all the time. Found myself a way into the Support Course here!”
Kirito let out a long deep sigh.
“Of course you did. Lemme guess- blackmailed a teacher?”
The blonde huffed indignantly.
“Kii-gal you think so little of me- I blackmailed multiple!”
“Of course you did… So what is it this time, secret love child, extramarital affairs, or secret unregistered ability?”
“Bingo! All three in one!”
The eyes in the classroom turned from the pair of blonde and black to look at Todoroki and then to Izuku.
“... told you-”
Todoroki coldly stated to the class.
Kirito let Argo out of their grasp to collect themselves on their feet. Kirito turned to Izuku.
“Hey- sorry about your eraser, I’ll pay ya back later- gotta deal with Argo when I can- nobody else can-”
Kyouka perked up from across the room.
“Y-yeah I was gonna ask… I have super hearing and I didn’t hear that girl at all.”
Kirito shrugged as they flopped into an empty seat beside Izuku, with Argo taking another seat behind.
“You’re lookin’ at the world’s greatest spy and information broker. I can only find her since I’m used to her trailing me-”
“F-following you? Is she a villain? How long has she been doing this?”
Iida stammered from across the room. Kirito just chuckled as Argo grinned, showcasing her buck teeth. Izuku looked at the face of the hooded girl, she seemed to have a mutation-based quirk, judging by her whiskers- although they almost looked painted on- Kirito did call her a rat-
“Nah nah. She’s my oldest friend. She’s only a villain when she’s trying to sell my personal information-”
“Speakin’ of- if ya want Kii-gal’s three sizes, relationship status, v-card status, and body count, ya can slide me some cash-”
“Argo- I will tell them about how you got your whiskers if you share anything without my permission.”
“EEP! You wouldn’t dare! I thought I was your friend- Who do you think I am?”
“A rat.”
The blonde girl cackled at that, patting them on the shoulder.
“Alright- while you may have questions- and I certainly do- so I’m going to quickly take our intruder to Principal Nedzu’s office- and I suppose study until I get back.”
Aizawa sighed and led the hooded girl out of the room.
…
“Sorry about the intrusion- Argo does that.”
“That… is not exactly reassuring…”
Momo nervously played with her hair, wondering how someone had managed to breach U.A. so easily- and they were a support student?
“You get used to it. I’m pretty sure Argo has literally hacked my heart monitor to spy on me.”
“What the heck?!?! She hacked your- wait a minute- why do you have a heart monitor?!”
Sero shouted the classes’ thoughts, who were visibly taken aback.
“Ah… well- that’s complicated…”
Kirito fidgeted in her seat, absentmindedly twirling a stray black lock of hair.
“Does it have anything to do with your scar? Todoroki rather bluntly stated. Iida did his best to shush him after the fact. Tsuyu slapped his head with her tongue.
“Kero- that is a deeply personal question idiot-”
Kirito trailed along her scar with her finger, shivering as she remembered the cold metal of Oberon’s blade slashing away at her face. She looked to Todoroki, seeing his own scar. She turned to Greenie, seeing a warm smile, framed with his green locks and scars of his own. His smile sent a warmth through her, and she felt safe enough to share a little more.
“... no the scar was from a different attack- the heart monitor became a fixture afterwards.”
“A… different attack?” Ochaco nervously chimed in, wincing, not even really wanting to hear the answer.
“Oh yeah- Aizawa mentioned you did heroics before- is that-?”
“Calling it heroics is a stretch- but I suppose yes. The scar was from a rescue mission… The heart monitor was after… something else…”
Kirito flashed to the moment she watched as Sinon’s childhood friend attacked her- watching as the plunger of the poison syringe went down- an attempt to stop her heart. Some days she had to look at her own vitals just to ground herself- remember she was still here.
And then it happened again…
“Guys- it’s pretty clear she doesn’t wanna talk about her scar or the heart monitor- leave it be-”
Shoji stood up for her, and as she saw his masked face, Kirito knew that he had similar concerns as her own. People can be cruel about appearances after all-
“Yea! Let’s shift to something a bit lighter- so you got a hero name sis?”
Ochaco floated out of her seat and plopped herself down on Izuku’s desk.
“Ah- well. I never really picked one myself- but I suppose I do have a few…”
“Oh heck yeah! Any names we’d know? Izu’s got a bunch of notes on heroes- so maybe he already knows you!”
Kirito shook her head.
“Truthfully I doubt anyone here knows the names. First, I was ‘The Beater’, a select few know me as ‘The Star King’, some people know me as ‘Kiriko’, but realistically, if you know me by any title- it’d be ‘The Black Swordsman’”
Kaminari bolted out of his seat to Kirito’s side.
“DID YOU SAY ‘THE BLACK SWORDSMAN’?!? AS IN- ‘THE BLACK SWORDSMAN’?!?”
Kirito shook their head and took a deep breath.
“Lies- lies- that whole report is lies-”
“Report?”
“Ochaco! This kid’s saved 6000 people! They’re the one who cleared Sword Art Online!”
That comment got the classes’ attention. Suddenly everyone was crowded around Kirito’s desk. Kirito defensively put their hands up in a nonchalant shrug.
“Jeez. I didn’t do it alone- frankly The Lightning Flash did far more than me-”
“Nah nah nah! You took down the final boss singlehanded 25 whole floors early!”
Kaminari was beaming with excitement, Kirito was surrounded by an aura of dread.
“So you were recruited to be a hero because of that experience? But SAO was cleared over a year ago-”
Sero interjected, and that comment made Kirito wince.
“Listen- I can’t disclose much since I legally can’t- but the government had me tasked with a few missions after SAO- and they royally fucked up and now I’m here.”
“THAT LANGUAGE IS NOT BEFITTING OF A U.A. STUDENT-”
Iida was clearly distraught over the obscenities, but not the fact the Japanese Government was using a teenager as a secret agent of sorts-
“I admire his leadership, but boy does he have some odd priorities”
Izuku thought to himself.
“Right right- sorry. Used to an ethics code filtering my words for me-”
Ochaco leaned in closer, examining the new student with intrigue.
“So you were able to save 6000 people from a villain? That’s incredible! You must have a super strong quirk to do that!”
“Jeez- Mido is clearly rubbing off on you- Kero”
Tsuyu shook her head and her friend’s enthusiasm. Izuku and Kyouka noticed as Kirito muttered under their breath:
“... If I was stronger I could’ve saved all 10,000.”
Kirito shook their head and smirked, their scar making the expression look almost menacing.
“Well- I’m sure you’ll all figure out that bit in due time.”
As Aizawa returned and instructed the class that today Nedzu wanted the students to assess Kirito’s combat abilities to learn analysis, Izuku glanced at her shoes.
“I already know- I don’t need to see a second of her in battle. She’s quirkless-”
Afterglow Chapter 1
Or: What Happened After Stone Ocean- The Dawn of Quirks
Izuku stared down from the roof of Aldera. Their vision skewed, the fall looking even further than it realistically was. Yesterday they had met their hero- their former hero- All Might. They had narrowly clawed Katsuki from the sludge monster they were imprisoned in. None of the heroes stepped in. The useless quirkless boy was the one who stood up. They had scolded him. Told him he was reckless and a danger. All Might said… he said the worst. Izuku sighed out loud at the memory. Their knuckles were white as they gripped the brick barricade of the school roof. Today Katsuki had told them they couldn’t be a hero, even All Might agreed.
Katsuki’s word’s echoed in his mind.
“Jump off the roof- and hope for a quirk in the next life.”
“... I’m sorry Mom…”
His arms struggled lifting the dead weight of his own body. There was no life in his eyes. He had died already, his body was just a zombie, a walking corpse puppet. His feet met the top of the brick fence. And then his body met the air. He closed his eyes at the plummet, feeling the air rush around them. For once, they felt at peace.
Before they hit the ground they were tackled into an embrace.
“OH MY GOODNESS- Boy, are you okay?”
Izuku shot his eyes open. He was alive? And uninjured?
A concerned face was inches from his own, chiselled and old. Izuku’s green eyes stared into the green eyes of his savior. Old but with a very youthful expression. His hair and beard were grey, but full and strong.
“Y-yeah… thank you…”
The old man gently let the boy out of his grasp. Izuku studied the man, he looked young, his body was like a bodybuilder. The man’s eyes were weary, he looked like he had been alive as long as time itself, but his body was built like an old american superhero. The man reached his prosthetic hand out and tussled the startled boy’s hair.
“Jeez kiddo. I haven’t moved that fast in centuries- Let me tell ya, a fall from that height is not fun-”
“I… I know… w-wait centuries?!? You don’t look that old!”
“Heh. My grandkid and great granddaughter would’ve argued that- Training keeps the soul young.”
“W-what training keeps you alive that long? Is it your quirk?”
The man had a deep laugh.
“Tsk- shoulda known you would ask that haha. Didn’t even have time to predict your reaction.”
The man beckoned Izuku over to a bench across the street. The two walked over to the bench and the old gentleman looked up at the sky.
“In my youth, I needed to fight. I was born in Britain, but moved to New York when I was young. I got into a lot of brawls. Used to keep a gun on me at all times. When you lose a hand, you gotta take some underhanded tactics. Then when my grandson turned 17, I needed to travel the world to help my daughter from a villain… It’s a long story.”
“T-that's incredible! But sir- what was your quirk? How did you become a hero?”
“I have no quirk son. When I was born, only a select few had abilities beyond normal. My ability is one that my grandfather passed to me. A ripple of the sun’s power. An ancient martial art.”
“Y-you were a hero without a quirk?”
The man smiled down.
“Anyone can be a hero. Heh. I had a few friends who tried killing me at first. Anyone can be a hero.”
“I… I never heard anyone say that… Everyone just… beat me for thinking I could be a hero...”
The man’s smile faded, and his green eyes turned cold.
“Is that why you jumped from that roof?”
“... yes… w-why did you save me?...”
The man looked down, barely holding back tears. He had cried far too much in his life.
“... I saw a falling streak of black and green hair… for a moment, I saw my great granddaughter…”
His breath hitched up. Izuku could hear the gears in the mechanical hand strain as the man clenched his fists.
“She and my grandson were killed long ago… By a man I should have killed long long ago. I went back to training, and I beat that man into the dirt, and burned his ashes so that he could never come back again. He may have surpassed Gods, but he hurt my family…”
The man stood up from his seat. Izuku saw a faint purple star emblazoned on the man’s neck.
“I am the last surviving crusader, the last of my warriors, and the last of my family. Son… what is your name?”
“I-izuku Midoriya.”
“My name’s Joseph Joestar. And I’m gonna pass on my family’s teachings. You have the heart of a Joestar, I can sense it.
Would you like to become a hero?”
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Pink Lemonade
(Notes: Woah there buckaroo- this here is a fic intended for those ages 18 and up. What does that mean? It means that there will be naughty words and even naughtier actions. There are things in here that will not fly in your typical christian fic. You have been warned, enter at your risk.
Fic Specific Notes: For the sake of this work of fanfiction, everyone in the story is written to be 18 or above, and UA is a college. )
An alarm blaring woke Izuku up from a restless slumber. He had gotten up earlier than the rest of his class for the longest time, long before he had arrived at U.A. He had to maintain his training will All Might, to become a vessel worthy of being the Ninth Holder of One for All. But right now, he had no desire greater than to simply curl up into a ball and return to his bed. He had been showing significant progress in his exercises. He was not built like All Might, but he was built nonetheless. And something inside him was eating him away like there was insects under his skin. Every time he looked in the mirror, it was as if he was facing a greater villain than he had when he had tackled Stain.
Izuku’s tired eyes met the mirror again. He knew he needed to get dressed. Even if he wasn’t directly training with All Might today, he needed to get to the gym and maintain his workout schedule. It took his mind off of things at the least. Izuku threw on some basic black shorts, and a shirt that read ‘Work Out Shirt’, which he supposed was actually accurate.
He hadn’t expected to meet anyone on the way to the gym, but as he groggily approached the gym, he bumped into something… soft. Both he and whatever he bumped into had an arrangement with the pavement.
“Owwwwwww- oh! Hey Zuzu, good mornin!”
The muffled groan quickly transitioned into a pleasant, perky voice.
“Oof- Sorry Ashido, I wasn’t looking where I was going….”
“Zuzu, you can call me Mina, we’re friends after all!”
She practically bounced up and offered Izuku a hand getting up.
“I wasn’t lookin where I was goin either, so I suppose we’re both to blame.”
She beamed a smile, and Izuku accepted her hand, and got up. Neither Izuku or Mina pulled out of the other’s grasp for a pregnant pause. Izuku realized he had been holding Mina’s hand for too long, and went a bright crimson red, matching Kirishima’s hair dye. He pulled his hand away.
His eyes scanned Mina, she was wearing a very similar outfit to him, same black shorts and white shirt, except with a sports brand logo instead of gimmick text. It was slightly too big for her and it showed off a basic black sports bra beneath.
“So whatcha doin up early?”
“Oh- uh, I wake up around this time every day, I’ve been doing training over in the gym, and before we moved into the dorms, I usually would go for a run.”
“Oooooooooooo- I usually do some yoga and stretches, but going for a run is probably a good idea. Need to maintain this flexibility after all-”
She quickly kicked her leg above her head, and caught it with her hand.
“Mind if I join ya Zuzu?”
Y-yes! Sounds great haha-”
Izuku stammered and waved his hands, before trying to maintain composure at the thought of hanging out with a girl.
“Heh- You just had the thought of me hot and sweaty didntcha?”
Izuku stumbled and fell as if he had bumped into Mina again.
“Hahahahaha- I guess I know the answer now.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him back up, looking down at him with a bright smile.
Izuku was glad that even if she was teasing, Mina was here to help him out of his depressive episode.
…
“Fuckin- heck… Zuzu if you wanted to see me sweaty you got your wish”
Mina had made it about a quarter of Izuku’s normal run distance before she pulled him aside onto a bench so she could take a breather. She was sweating bullets, her top had been nearly entirely soaked through. Izuku did his best not to stare. He knew that with a girl like Mina, he’d never hear the end of the teasing.
“S-sorry Mina… It’s an intense workout routine. H-here, take this.”
Izuku passed her a water bottle. Mina took one short swig and then promptly squeezed the bottle over her head, spraying water over herself.
“Mi-MINA?!”
“... That was a much dumber idea than I thought. I just wanted to cool myself off-”
She shook her head in a manner similar to a dog, shaking water off- and onto Izuku.
“Sorry if I splashed ya a bit there Zuzu.”
“I-it’s no problem, I brought you out here… But um. Mina… Your shirt-”
Mina’s shirt had been entirely soaked through, fusing her top and sports bra beneath. The cheap white fabric went see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Mina’s face flushed, which Izuku needed to suppress a giggle at, as she simply got more pink.
“Wow Zuzu- you perv you’re staring at me all hot and wet like this-”
“I-IT’S NOT LIKE THAT-”
“Hehehehe, I’m jokin I’m jokin- you’re just too cute when you’re flustered-”
“C-cute?”
A new sensation washed over Izuku. He’d been called handsome by a few of his classmates, and manly by others, but those always caused a twinge of… sadness. This was. Something else. This was pure euphoria.
“Yea Zuzu, you’re cute. If we gotcha in somethin cute, you’d fit into our girl’s club no issue!”
“D-do you really think so?”
“Hmm? Zuzu-”
“I mean- I know it’s possible. We trained with Tiger and the rest of the PussyCats, but it’s fairly common knowledge about his transition, and he’s still a great pro hero whose loved by countless people. Maybe I could be the same. Oh man this is something I hadn’t even thought of.”
Izuku rambled out quickly, putting pieces together in her brain.
“Woah woah woah, slow your roll there Zuzu. I think I caught, ‘trained, pussy, and transition’ in there-”
“Oh um. Sorry. I’ve just been um. Working things out in my head…”
Izuku could swear he saw a loading bubble appear next to Mina’s head. And then she dinged.
“OH! I see! Wanna be a girl Zuzu?”
“A-am I allowed?”
“Of course! All the girls are sweeties, you should know, you’ve probably been sleepin with all of them other than poor lil ol me-”
She teased her with a mock pout.
“MINA!!!!”
“Heheh. You’re such a cinnamon roll Zuzu. So cute. Even cuter as a girl-”
“W-wait I haven’t even changed anything-”
“Still cuter. Look atcha.”
Mina pinched Izuku’s cheeks and then played with her face in her hands.
“We should get to the locker rooms, I need to get changed, and so do you- I got some spare stuff you should try-”
…
Very few of her classmates were awake at the moment, but Izuku was flush red at Mina, still soaking wet, physically dragging them into the dorms, past Shinso and Denki with wide eyes. Denki pouring a glass of juice for himself managed to overfill his glass uncaring, as he watched Mina pull Izuku into the girl’s locker room. Shinso had dropped his coffee cup clean on the floor, only getting out of his shock with the sound of the mug breaking.
“... I liked that mug.”
“I’m just shocked. I would’ve expected Izu to end up with like. Ochaco or that Melissa girl he was with before.”
“Personally my bet was always Jiro.”
“Oooooo going for the sleeper pick. I can see it Shinso.”
“Shame, if no girl acted by the end of this year, I would’ve done it myself.”
Denki looked at Shinso with a smirk.
“Oh bisexual too? Based.”
Shinso looked back at Denki with a warm smile, which nearly killed the poor boy, not used to seeing the emo like this.
…
“Mina- I- I can’t be in here you know that-”
Izuku was a mess covering her eyes.
“Nope, you’re a girl, you’re allowed in here, besides we gotta get you all dolled up!”
Mina stripped off her wet clothes and a devilish grin crossed her face.
“Hey Zuzu- you’re good to open your eyes.”
She smirked as she watched the new girl slowly open their eyes and slowly look over her body. It took a moment before Izuku fully took in the sight before her, and she promptly screamed.
“M-MINA! Y-YOU’RE NOT DECENT-”
“I know right? I’m not Momo, but I’d say I’m more big than average, or decent if you prefer that word~”
Mina was having too much fun with the poor girl, who nearly fainted. Mina finished laughing to herself before continuing.
“Alright Zuzu, it’s your turn. You’re a girl now and I gotta help ya!”
“H-help?”
“Well I gave ya that show since you’re gonna need to strip for me- We gotta get you showered and shaved before we getcha in these-”
Mina presented a pair of pink lace panties to the girl, who then fainted for real.
…
“F-father above Midoriya…”
Mina’s eyes went wide at the sight before her. She knew Izuku was ripped before today, too many times had her shirt been torn off while fighting, but oh boy. That did NOT compare to what came on the bottom half.
“I think the boys are jealous that there’s a girl bigger than all of them-”
Mina’s face was a mix of nervousness, and… Izuku hoped it wasn’t lust. Well. Part of her hoped it was lust.
“Alright so, we’re gonna be using my products, gotta condition that hair of yours. It’s curly like mine so it should go perfectly-”
“A-are you sure that’s alright?”
“No worries, I got loads of this stuff imported. Not many curly haired freaks like us in Japan.”
Mina giggled as her and Izuku slowly settled into being comfortable in the showers together.
Mina’s hands were gentle as she shampooed Izuku’s curls, it was like a massage to the head.
“I see you get bad tangles too- I know a perfect brand of brush that works for our curls…”
Izuku was so genuinely happy to hear Mina talk so happily about stuff like this. And that she could learn it. And above all, she was glad Mina was here to be a friend to her when she needed it.
Izuku shuddered at Mina’s touch as the cool shaving cream was spread onto her. Mina smirked as she lingered extra long over Izuku’s delicates, bringing the poor girl back to her blush.
“Glad I can still tease ya with no issue~”
Mina softly treated Izuku, showing how to properly shave on one leg, before Izuku followed their instructions on the other. Before long, the two of them had rid Izuku of all their body hair, and Izuku was only slightly more scarred than before. Razors suck.
They rinsed off, and towelled themselves off, Mina showing how to wrap the towel ‘like a girl’ around Izuku’s body.
And then as they exited the showers they walked into a locker room full of all the girls.
“Well…” Mina started
“Shit.” Izuku finished.
CHAPTER 2:
It took approximately 0.63 seconds for Izuku to hit the floor, hyperventilating.
“M-MIDORIYA?! MINA?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Uraraka’s voice is probably the one Izuku was dreading the most, so getting it out of the way was probably for the best for the girl having a panic attack.
“M-Mina, Midoriya, you know this is highly inappropriate behavior-”
Momo was blushing wildly as she scolded the two.
“Kero. Give them a chance to speak kero. Izuku wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Tsuyu looked moderately annoyed at the girls in the locker room. She’d been saved by Izuku in the past, and knew that they weren’t just some pervert in here.
“Thanks Tsu- Jeez you guys need to get your minds out of the gutter- imagining me and Zuzu all huddled up in the showers like that-”
Izuku, still in their broken flustered state, appeared to have a full body spasm.
“Get up sis, we gotta explain stuff to the other girls-”
Mina dragged Izuku by the arm to one of the locker room benches, and effortlessly tossed them on top of one, sliding beside Izuku herself. Izuku was covering her eyes and shaking profusely, as if she had just been naked in the freezing rain. Meanwhile, she had been naked in a very warm shower with a very warm Mina.
“Uh uh- Nope. Zuzu, put those hands away. You gotta look, considering you’re gonna be in here every day-”
“WH-WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’LL BE IN HERE EVERY DAY?”
Uraraka tried to cover herself up more, quickly pulling a towel over her scantily clad body.
“Jeez, sending the poor boy through the ringer huh? You could at least do it in a less public setting-”
Toru’s body language indicated she was shaking her head, even if they couldn’t see it.
“Toru, Ochan- please do not misgender our friend here!”
Mina puffed up her chest and cheeks, poutily protesting them calling Izuku a boy. The rest of the girls looked confused, aside from Jiro who was just smirking to herself.
“I-I-I-” Izuku stuttered, unable to catch the words as thoughts formed in her head. “M-Mi-Mina was- was showing me how- how to-”
“I’m showing them how to be a girl!”
Jiro’s smirk evolved to a cackle as the other girls looked at Izuku and Mina on the bench.
“Kero? What do you mean?”
“I must admit, I am quite confused here-”
“Izuku looking at me here…”
Uraraka seemed more preoccupied with her own thoughts.
“Without me Mina?”
Toru seemed more upset that they missed out on playing dress up with the new girl.
“I-I’m transgender-” Izuku spat out. “I-I think I’m more co-comfortable as a girl-”
Jiro jumped up and pumped her fist in the air.
“FUCK YEAH! SERO AND KAMINARI OWE ME $20! I CALLED THAT SHIT!”
“Language Jiro-”
Momo shook her head at the girl’s enthusiastic reaction.
Izuku was practically vibrating from shaking in her seat. Mina sighed and took the lead.
“I noticed Zuzu’s been acting a bit more distant for a while, and I invited them on a run. I called them a cute girl and suddenly everything clicked and they were basically bouncing off the walls realizing that made them happy.”
Jiro came crashing down from the high of winning her bet.
“Well, you’re not wrong. Greenie could make for a damn good girl.”
Izuku blushed heavily behind her hands. Jiro took notice instantly.
“Oh you like that Greenie? You like being called a good girl?~”
Jiro sauntered up to Izuku’s side and leaned in close to whisper into her ear. Izuku was clinging to Mina for dear life.
“Oh she’s gonna be fun to play with. Thanks for breaking her out of her shell Mina. And thank you for telling us, Greenie.”
Jiro patted the top of Izuku’s head with one of her jacks.
“NEW GIRL! NEW GIRL! NEW GIRL!”
Toru was bouncing in place, jumping at the thought of a new girl in their class, even if that new girl was already in their class.
“I-I-I admit this is a lot to take in Izu… but I support you all the way!”
Ochaco blushed a furious red and nervously smiled before pumping her fist in support.
“A-Ah. My apologies Midoriya. I wasn’t aware of your situation. I am willing to provide you any help you need, and I can make you any clothing you are too uncomfortable to shop for.”
Momo smiled down at the girl, her green hair and eyes clashing with a body entirely flush with red blush.
“Ah! Wait, I’m gonna need you guys’s help! We’ll need to teach her makeup and fashion and stuff! But first-”
Mina bounced out of her seat on the bench and grabbed several very pink items from her locker.
“We get to dress her up!”
Izuku looked up and her eyes met Mina’s devilish grin. Looking slightly down, she gulped upon seeing the pink lace set Mina was holding.
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Notes: Woah there buckaroo- this here is a fic intended for those ages 18 and up. What does that mean? It means that there will be naughty words and even naughtier actions. There are things in here that will not fly in your typical christian fic. You have been warned, enter at your risk.
Fic Specific Notes: For the sake of this work of fanfiction, everyone in the story is written to be 18 or above, and UA is a college.
It was July 15. Izuku Midoriya’s birthday. They’d gotten a few gifts from close friends and received a few “Happy Birthday” texts, but they still found themselves sulking to themselves outside a restaurant.
“... she forgot…”
It’d been two hours since the time they agreed to meet eachother. Izuku invited their longtime friend Ochaco to dinner. They used to crush on her in high school, and there were a few things they wanted to tell her about, how they hadn’t been feeling themselves lately, they knew she’d always accept them nomatter what. At least they had hoped. And maybe afterwards, they could finally muster the courage to ask her out. But it’d been a long, cold two hours waiting. Izuku had slunked out of the restaurant without ordering anything, just leaving a large tip as an apology for wasting their time.
Izuku walked around the side of the restaurant, finding themself in an alleyway, and leaned back against the wall, and slowly sank down until they were sat, head hung in their hands sobbing. They’d learned to not cry over the years, they thought they’d wasted all their tears when they’d been bullied throughout their childhood, but for the first time in months, the tears trickled out from their flinching eyes. They wiped their eyes, trying to be strong, before retreating their hands into their pockets and retrieving a pack of cigarettes. Their fingers trembled as they grabbed one out of the pack. Izuku flicked their index finger and thumb together, causing a small spark, lighting the end of her smoke. It was a trick they’d picked up a long time ago, One For All’s kinetic energy was enough to trigger a spark when focused. Not useful for much, really just for this. Due to One For All’s impact on their body, cigarettes and alcohol messed with Izuku bad, doing far more damage than normal. Izuku could care less about this. Their body was scarred and beaten. They’d been beaten to inches of their life from the moment they were first discovered to be quirkless, enduring years of physical trauma from bullies, and then again from real villains now that they’d made their way into UA. And it’s not like they liked their own body anyways…
They sat there for several minutes, watching as the embers slowly consumed the cigarette that rested between their lips. They tried to think of nothing, to feel nothing. It didn’t work. They sighed to themselves and put out the cigarette on their hand, singing their skin with a small burn. They tossed away what remained of it in a bin. “No littering”. They thought to themselves. Hands in their pockets, they started lazily walking their way back to UA.
Until they heard music. They had been walking for a small moment, finding themselves in front of an unfamiliar bar, looking dingy and out of the way. They sighed and stumbled inside. “Maybe a drink wouldn’t be too bad.”
They were met by the stench of cheap perfume and cheaper booze. The pungent odor of skunk weed filled the room, a disgusting but nostalgic smell that reminded them of taking the bus home from their old public school. In the corner of the small dive bar, there was a streak of purple, with pink highlights. An all too familiar punkette was performing a set to the small crowd. Izuku smiled at the sight of their friend Jiro, who was too engrossed in her performance to notice them. Izuku took up a stool at the bar, placing a couple bills in the tip jar that was labelled for that night’s live performer, Kyouka Jiro.
Izuku wasn’t the biggest music listener, they liked a lot of songs of course, but they weren’t really a fanatic for any particular band, or as heavily into the scene as Kyouka. But hearing them talk about their interests always made a part of Izuku’s heart flutter. She was a reserved girl, but when it came to music, she was ecstatic, and showed a smile that filled the room with the light of a thousand suns. Izuku smiled fondly as they remembered bonding with Kyouka, over the discovery of a shared favorite song, ‘Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls’. However, as their ears tuned in, the notes were familiar, but with an all-too-pleasing new vocalist. “It’s THAT song…”. They giggled internally, of course they’d get lured in by their favorite song. They hummed along, tapping their fingers on the bar.
“Thanks everyone for coming out tonight to listen to my set, especially since that last song wasn’t really my typical style…” She laughed as the crowd laughed. “It’s just a song someone special likes, and I was thinkin’ of them tonight.” Beneath her pink triangle covered cheeks, there was a faint blush.
Izuku smiled, but was slightly confused. As Kyouka packed up her stuff for the night, their eyes followed her. “Someone special? I guess they know someone else who likes that song too.” Izuku never saw themselves as special. It’d been figuratively and literally beaten into them. They were plain, ordinary. Anything but special. Just a dork who liked superheroes too much.
Kyouka turned back towards the bar, and her eyes locked onto Izuku at the counter, who weakly offered a smile and a wave. Her blush went from faint to crimson as she awkwardly raced towards them.
“H-hey greenie. How long have you been listening?...”
“Oh, sorry, I-I just got here during your last song. You were great, I wish I was here for the full set.” Izuku circled a ring of condensation on the bar. “Fun coincidence, I was in the neighborhood, and just so happened to find myself drawn to a bar playing my favorite song.”
They smiled up at the girl beside them, her red flush face bright against her all-black ensemble, their own cheeks starting to match hers with a small brush of pink beneath their freckles.
Kyouka tapped her earphone jacks together.
“W-well. It’s your birthday… I was thinking of you…”
Izuku felt like they’d been decked right in the stomach, losing their breath instantly.
“T-th-thank y-you… You- you- remembered…” Their stutter had slowly gotten better as they grew up, but when they were flustered, all their speech therapy got thrown out the window.
“Of course. What kind of friend would I be if I forgot…” her index fingers mimicked her earphone jacks, pointing at themselves. Izuku couldn’t help but smile at the cute sight.
“Well… another friend forgot I invited them to dinner today…”
Kyouka’s face went white like she’d seen a ghost, her eyes widening.
“No way… that’s just fucked and heartless… on your damn birthday…”
She shook her head.
“I invited Momo to my performance today, guess she forgot too.”
She beckoned Izuku over to a private booth beside the bar, where nobody had been sat. They sat face to face with eachother. For a moment both were silent as they sipped on the complimentary glasses of water.
“God… We’re both hopeless aren’t we?”
Izuku shook their head and laughed at themself. Kyouka leaned back and sighed, looking towards the ceiling.
“Definitely seems like it. Thanks for coming today Izuku. It means a lot. You’re the only person from school who's ever come to a show…”
“You’re kidding- and I didn’t even see much… Listen, I’ll come to all your shows from now on. No excuses.”
“You mean that?”
“Of course, you’re my friend. And it sucks that nobody else ever heard your beautiful voice…” Izuku’s voice trailed off into a low mumble of compliments, seemingly going down a list of every lovely thing about Kyouka they’d ever picked up on. Kyouka blushed and giggled as Izuku rambled. It was one of the things she had always loved about them, their little fits of thought, separate from the world around them.
Izuku was knocked out of their ranting at the sound of Kyouka’s laugh. It was soft, and warm. They felt their heart pick itself from the pit it had been in.
“You’re just full of praise of lil ol me huh?”
“Of course! Look at you, you’re a rad and confident punk girl, I wish I could be like you!”
Kyouka smiled fondly, then smirked.
“You wanna be like me? The confident part or the girl part?”
She laughed to herself, but cut herself short, noticing Izuku wasn’t laughing.
“That’s… actually why I invited Ochaco out today. I wanted to talk to her about something serious.”
Kyouka watched as her green hair friend forced themselves to sit up straight in their seat, wincing as they confessed.
“I… I wanted to come out to her. I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about my gender recently and- and I think I’m transgender… I think I’m a girl.”
Their voice was soft, and while the message started strong, the voice behind it faltered as the sentence went on.
Kyouka grabbed the fidgeting hand of her friend across from her.
“Thank you for telling me Zuzu, I’m proud of you. I’m always gonna accept you nomatter what, and if anyone says anything about it, I’ll kick their asses for ya.”
She smiled as she held her friend’s hand in hers. Izuku’s grip was firm, Kyouka knew she was jacked, but still, there was a gentle softness to the touch. And a warm heat that was building…
“Thank you Kyouka…”
The green-haired girl looked away for a moment, before turning back to Kyouka, looking her in the eyes.
“Hey, yknow… that band you like, Deep Dope, they’re playing not far from here… I feel bad for missing your shows, how about I take you to another show?”
“Zuzu, the show sold out months ago- and the scammers at the door will only resell tickets for hundreds more than they’re worth.”
“Oh, who said anything about tickets?” The girl smirked at her, a sight unusual for what Kyouka considered a goody-two-shoes like Izuku. “One of my abilities is Float, see? I’ll just lift us up and sneak in.”
“Aaaaaaaaand now I see why Aizawa calls you the problem child-”
Izuku giggled. “Please. Even if we’re caught, I stopped a villain from demolishing that place like. Last week. They won’t mind two strays wandering in. Hopefully…”
“You’re on problem-girl”
Izuku smiled and Kyouka took her hand and guided her out of the bar, and Izuku blushed heavily.
…
The plan went flawlessly, Kyouka and Izuku were able to sneak in with not a hint of worry. No security guards or cameras. Izuku subconsciously noted they should send the staffing here a message saying they’re a stadium, they should have better security in case of emergencies. But- feeling the heat of the girl clutching her arm- She would let it slide this time-
The pair snuck into a back row, some seats still weren’t filled surprisingly, Kyouka was giggling the whole time Izuku led her down maintenance tunnels and back rooms in order to get her to these seats. Her face was flush with pink, not from the run, but the sensations of being bad, and the feeling of Izuku’s hand on hers, and her body pressed against hers…
Kyouka slapped her hands against her cheeks. “No! Bad brain- we only like girls!... But… Izuku is a girl now… Oh. OH.”. The feelings she had been conflicted about for the past year, ever since the first time they talked. She knew since she was young that she was a lesbian. The pink triangles on her cheeks were a not-so-subtle reference to it. She’d fallen for Momo when they were both in school together. She’d spent forever with Momo, and yet Momo left her behind, and never came to her shows. Momo never listened as intently as she talked about music. But Izuku… Izuku came to see her. Izuku enjoyed hearing her ramble about the history of drums, and all the different ways that cymbals can be made (fuck you DXP with your garbage waste of money steel cymbals- she’d never make the mistake of purchasing them again-). She hadn’t even noticed but she had fallen for a girl before even knowing they were a girl. Before even Izuku knew they were a girl.
As they got seated, Kyouka absentmindedly rested her head against the girl beside her. Izuku nervously flinched… but it felt… nice. She loved it. Her silky smooth hair brushing against them, the heat of her cheek against her. She couldn’t handle it, it was too nice. She moved her arm, Kyouka’s head falling into Izuku’s chest, and Izuku stroked Kyouka’s hair. Kyouka looked up at Izuku, surprised, as Izuku blushed and offered a weak smile to her. Kyouka smiled back, and nuzzled right back into Izuku’s chest. There was a warmth between the two as they listened to the pop rock happening on stage. As a crowd camera lingered on them, they hesitated for a moment. Kyouka looked up at Izuku, staring into the viridian forest in her eyes, and lept at her, knocking her to the floor of the venue with a kiss.
They didn’t voice it, but both of them thought a variant of the same sentiment “I’m glad when I was lost, I was found by you”
…
“We didn’t think this through…”
“Yeah it was spur of the moment… forgot we’d get locked out with the curfew… sorry”
“Nono, don’t worry, I wouldn’t trade tonight for the world-” Kyouka blushed, thinking about her previous kiss with the girl. Her first kiss-
“But we do need a space to stay…”
The girls walked down the dark streets, the concert got out late so they wanted to find a place fast- they may be heroes but they’re also girls out alone at night. They passed by plenty of hotels with no vacancy, the only place they found that had a room for them was a luxury love hotel.
“Well. Looks like we’re jumping multiple bases huh Zuzu?” Kyouka could only joke about the situation to ease her nerves.
“I-i-if you’re not comfortable… Um. Uh. I could sleep on the floor-” Izuku was a nervous wreck, and struggled with her words.
“There’s that cute lil stutter of yours- i-it’ll be f-fine I’m sure… We’re just. Just two gal pals sharing a room. And a bed. In a love hotel…” “I am definitely not helping…” Kyouka shook her head to try to rid her mind of all the naughty thoughts she was having.
“I’m gonna shower. After a performance and a concert I probably need it-”
“Oh. This room has a jacuzzi. They dont have a shower.” Kyouka wanted to curl up into a ball and become a speck of nothing right about now.
“Um.. Well. Maybe… Maybe we could both use it? Then maybe sleeping alongside eachother wont be as awkward…” Izuku rubbed the back of her neck nervous, then went bright red and yelled “AH-SORRY SORRY- I WAS THINKING OUT LOUD- WE SHOULDN’T-”.
“Jeez, are ya sure you’re my Zuzu? The old you would’ve never gone for something that bold…”. A playful smirk hit Kyouka’s lips. Maybe she just wanted to see more… She blushed as red as the girl sat next to her on the bed they’d have to share tonight.
“But it might be smart… Besides, we’re both girls aren’t we? We’re gonna have to share the showers at school-” The thought of all the other girls seeing Izuku like that- No. She wanted a monopoly on that sight. At least for a moment. She sighed and stripped off her top, wincing at the thought of someone seeing her- “But it’s Izuku. Surely that wasn’t an issue right?- I mean I kissed her- oh my god i kissed her on camera- problem for later-”. She turned back to the new girl, who was blushing profusely at the sight of Kyouka in nothing but her deep red sports bra and shorts. Infact her face and Kyouka’s top probably matched in intensity here-
“Well- I mean. It’s you Zuzu- so I’m comfortable sharing if you are.”
“I-i-i- I mean if it’s okay with you-”
“Y-yeah… It’s probably better if we’re not s-sweaty and dirty when we go to bed anyways…”
Kyouka’s mind drifted towards alternative meanings of sweaty and dirty as she watched Izuku strip down in front of her. She had yet to get feminine clothing, that was expected, but she had never truly taken in the figure of Izuku until now. Of course, she was always aware of how Izuku was traditionally attractive, they were a muscular guy after all, but now as a girl, she got a good look at her, and she couldn’t help notice all the details.
The girl was built clearly, but both her shoulders and hips were already built feminine, having a similar frame to Kyouka herself. The punkette trailed the muscle on the girl, seeing as the defined abs and smooth skin trailed into scarred and burned skin. Burns, bullets, stabs. The girl’s body was a warzone, and Kyouka loved every inch of it… For a long time, Kyouka was afraid to show her own arms due to them being littered with scars, but Izuku was different. For them, they never ran away from their scars, they didn’t hide those battles, whether they were external or internal. After seeing Izuku be brave enough to show their scars, Kyouka slowly showed more and more of herself. She was already her hero, teaching her to be brave even when she didn’t realize.
The girls were bare in the room, standing inches apart from eachother next to the jacuzzi. Both of them couldn’t meet eachother’s gaze, but neither wanted to look elsewhere.
“J-jeez Zuzu… I’m feelin’ outclassed here-”
“D-don’t-”
“I mean- what will the guys think- a- a girl being bigger than all of them…”
“Jiro-”
“I- I don’t really know- t-that feelin-”
“Kyouka.”
Kyouka snapped out of her depressive ramble as Izuku called her by her first name.
“Kyo. I’ve been where you are. I’ve hated my body for forever. But let me tell you now-”
Izuku stood forward, grabbing Kyouka by the chin, lifting it gently so she met her eyes.
“-You are absolutely beautiful. Size is not important at all. You are beautiful because you are you Kyouka. No girl can be like you. And you’re perfect as you are.”
A glimmer appeared in Izuku’s eyes as Kyouka melted into her touch.
“Greenie… God- T-thank you… but are you sure that’s you- I mean you complimented a girl without stuttering-”
Izuku, in a moment of lucidity, jumped back and flailed their arms rapidly, red as Kirishima’s hair.
“A-AH! So-Sorry sorry sorry- I didn’t mean-”
Kyouka laughed at the nervous mess in front of her.
“Greenie, it’s fine, I like you. And you- you were sweet… L-let’s um. Get in the bath already…”
…
“Um. Kyo?…” Izuku and Kyouka were sat beside eachother in the tub, Kyouka leaning into Izuku slightly.
“Y-yeah Zuzu?”
“Wh-when you said you liked me- and- and the kiss… do- do you mean you um. Like me like me?”
Kyouka looked down at the bubbles beneath them. She sighed out.
“Y-yeah. And. And I think I always have. You- You’ve always been a hero y’know. And a damn good friend. You saved me so many times already- and you. You listen to me talk about things I like. You actually listen… Some people pretend, but you listen and like… come back later with research and info. I don’t think anyone’s ever cared about me like that. And well… when you said you were a girl… It all hit me. I love you Zuzu. I always have.”
It was Kyouka’s turn to be blaze red. Her fiery cheeks met Izuku’s. She smiled back at the punk girl, pink around her face.
“I-it’s hard to believe… But Kyo… I’ve always liked you too. For… for a lot of the same reasons. People rarely listen and… You always did. It’s hard for me to talk a lot and well. When I’m with you, the words bubble up. Every time I see you, I feel a warmth in my chest. Every time I fight, I remember everyone I care about… and you’re always in my mind first… I love you Kyouka.”
The two embraced, and for the second time that night, pulled eachother into a deep kiss, no longer from excitement and lust. Just out of pure love and care for the other.
…
“It is unacceptable behavior for Midoriya to be out past curfew! A pro hero should be ever diligent and obey the rules!”
Iida shook his head in the common room of their dorms. Aizawa sighed.
“Tenya. They may be the problem child, however they were given permission to be out tonight. They most likely knew the curfew and chose to stay out knowing they couldn’t get back in time.”
“I- I suppose that is true Sensei. It was rash of me to assume such things.”
“I appreciate the concern… but cut them some slack. It’s their birthday.” “IT’S DEKU’S BIRTHDAY?”
A pink-pajama clad brunette rushed up to Iida and Aizawa. Aizawa’s eyes widened and then went into a squint.
“Well… I may now need to contact Midoriya. They did say that they were intending to go on a date with you tonight Uraraka. If you are here and they are not…”
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose and exasperatedly sighed, before walking out to begin a patrol.
“What have you gotten into this time, problem child?...”
“Ohmygodthedateiforgotthedate…”
Ochaco was hyperventilating as she curled up into a ball on the couch.
“I’msofuckingterribleohmygodhowcouldIforgetthatit’shisbirthday”
“Uraraka- I understand the panic however I cannot approve of this language you are using.”
“N-not helping Iida… I need to call him, hopefully I can apologize for everything…”
…
Izuku’s ringing phone was silenced by an earphone jack, nothing could be more important than this moment.
Kyouka straddled the girl beneath her, she sat on Izuku’s legs as Izuku laid on the bed. She shuddered at the thought of what would be happening next.
She kissed the tip of the fidgeting rod beneath her. She slowly peppered soft kisses down the shaft of Izuku’s cock, silently wishing her makeup was still on so she’d be left with lipstick marks all over- claiming Izuku as hers. The sensation sent a chill down Izuku’s spine, and she moaned out softly. A giggle escaped Kyouka’s lips, the vibration of her lips against her making Izuku squirm. Kyouka smirked and slowly lowered her lips onto the head, and slowly, agonizingly slowly, met the base of Izuku. When she was fully hilted in her throat, Kyouka began softly humming. The intense vibrations from the girl’s strong voice made Izuku shake beneath her, panting wildly. It was an agonizing sensation, but pleasure and pain combined as one. It was total sensory overload. Kyouka was happy to make Izuku whimper for the moment, but pulled off of her to catch her breath, placing another kiss on the tip before staring at the girl with lust in her eyes.
“How’s it feel princess?~”
“G-g-god Kyo…”
“Oh please- call me Goddess, you and I know right now I’m the only thing you wanna worship~”
“Y-yes Goddess.”
“Good girl.”
…
“He-he’s still not picking up…”
“Hm. It is unusual for Midoriya to ignore a call. Perhaps they have already gone to bed. It is late, Uraraka.”
Iida fought back the thought that Midoriya could be in trouble, Midoriya could handle anything. He had saved him from the Hero Killer, he could do anything.
“I… I know Iida. I just feel like I really really messed up…”
“You most likely did harm his feelings, however Midoriya is a kind soul. I doubt this would affect your friendship in a meaningful way.”
“T-thanks Iida… I guess.” “YO! You guys still up too?”
Kaminari peeked into the common room before bounding in.
“Kyo and I were supposed to have a movie night, but she’s a no show- any chance you’ve seen her?”
“No… But Izuku is missing too… and isn’t returning my calls.”
“Ah right. Should probably call Kyo, maybe she got locked out after her show.”
…
Kyouka’s phone was slapped off of the nightstand in a heated moment. A rhythmic sound penetrated the hotel room. Skin against skin providing the beat, lips against lips uttering soft moans as a chorus. The sounds of a punkette choking and gasping for air. A villain assaulting her senses and throat with black tendrils as her lower lips were pummelled. The green girl on top would never be recognized as a hero in this position, her eyes glimmering with a sadistic intent, a smirk matching those seen on Aizawa. Kyouka did NOT want to think of that parallel right now… But fuck she was biting back exploding immediately. She was in for a long night. A long fucking night.
…
Hours later, at roughly 4 am the pair was cuddled in eachother’s arms, sweaty and sticky. They held eachother close, giggling like schoolgirls, enjoying the warmth of the other girl they held by their hearts.
“Hmmm. Kyo?...”
“Yeah Zuzu?”
“... tonight’s a school night.”
“... fuck.”
…
The next morning. Izuku and Kyouka stopped by the Midoriya residence to grab Izuku’s spare uniforms. Luckily for Kyouka, even though Izuku was taller than her, their bodytype was similar enough, even if the uniform was slightly baggy. It worked in her favor at least since now the immense amount of hickeys littering her skin were covered up. They arrived at school slightly late, looking a tad frazzled and unkempt as they walked into class that morning. Nobody said anything about Kyouka wearing a boy’s uniform. She’d done it before, she had both sets, she wore one or the other depending how she felt.
Ochaco spent the whole class glancing at Izuku, who did her best to make it obvious she was trying to avoid Ochaco. She’d found a new love, but that didn’t make yesterday sting less. Infact, Izuku stung quite a bit from last night, but that was because Kyouka had a lot of ideas to try… bad brain.
…
“Oh hey Kyo! You were out last night, so I recorded that concert for you.”
“Oh, uh, thanks Kami. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to movie night.”
“No prob no prob. It happens, Aizawa and Iida wouldnta let you in after curfew anyways lol.”
“Did you say lol in a sentence?”
“Whatever. Let’s all just put this on on the background, we can listen to some of the music you like as we clean this place up.”
Izuku and Kyouka’s eyes shot wide at the thought.
“Fuck- the kiss. Everyone is here we can’t-”
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
“OH.”
“Too late.”
The class stared in stunned silence, seeing the shot of Kyouka leaping onto Izuku for a kiss.
It was gonna be a long day.
CHAPTER 2
“...fuck” Kyouka voiced what Izuku was thinking. She stood behind the couch, wincing.
“Breathe in. Breathe out. In for four. Hold for four. Out for eight…”
Kyouka did her breathing exercises to try to steady her nerves.
Izuku caught a glimpse of Ochaco clutching her chest over her heart. For a single moment, she had just one thought. ‘good.’
She didn’t want Ochaco to be hurting, but the pain she went through last night before Kyouka saved her… Something felt like it broke inside.
Iida posed himself like a statue. The boy’s figure was a direct match of The Thinker.
“Hmmm. Typically I cannot permit romance between two students, I do not allow public displays of affection. However in the heat of the moment of a love song, and outside of school grounds, it is understandable and out of my jurisdiction.”
“Heh- looks like ya did get your date last night huh Mido?”
Kaminari slapped Izuku on the shoulder.
“Heard ya got stood up- glad you bounce back. That’s just like ya bro. Ya never let anything keep you down.”
Kaminari beamed a smile to Izuku, who for a moment felt at peace. But as she smirked at Kaminari’s comments, she knew soon she’d have to face the music.
“Oooooooooo~ Since when have you two been together?! You gotta tell me everything!”
Mina pounced on top of Kyouka on the couch. Kyouka momentarily flushed red, remembering a familiar position last night.
“Hem- Uh. Zuzu and I started dating last night… Sh- They came to my show and invited me to a concert after…”
“Awwww! You even started using my nickname for Zuzu too! That’s so cute! I would’ve never figured you to be eachother’s types!”
Mina had hearts in her eyes as she dreamily thought of a date between the two.
“What, you can’t believe the otaku and the band kid got together? That’s like. The ultimate couple.”
Shinso smirked, barely looking up from his chair, reading a book while sitting in what must be the most uncomfortable position humanly possible.
“I- I’m more confused… Kyo- aren’t you a lesbian?”
Kyouka bit her tongue as Momo asked the question she was dreading. Izuku jumped over the back of the couch, landing beside Mina and Kyouka. She grabbed her hand and squeezed it, telling her wordlessly ‘it’s okay’.
“Y-yes… I am.”
“Kero? But Izu is a boy kero”
Tsuyu cocked her head to the side. Izuku sucked in air, and breathed out slowly.
“My name is Izumi Midoriya… I am a trans girl.” Izumi stood up and turned to face the class. “I… I wanted to take someone out yesterday to tell them the truth. I’ve… I’ve been hurting for a while.” Izumi spoke calmly, trying to hold back the tears from their tired eyes. “I wanted to tell someone who was important to me, someone I felt close with…” For a moment, Izumi looked up, meeting Ochaco’s gaze with her own. “...They never showed. But- Kyo was there for me. And… Well. She is important. Every time I’d spoken with her… I felt my heart flutter. I know I mutter but… that’s because words rarely come to me cleanly. But with her the words bubble up inside me. I love Kyo with all my heart.”
Kyouka squirmed out from under Mina’s grasp. Much easier to get out from her than from Izumi. She took Izumi’s hand in her own, not just out of love, but out of a need to steady herself.
“Truth is… I invited someone out last night too. They never came… They never came to any of my shows. I was asked to do an encore… and because it was Zuzu’s birthday… I… I was playing her favorite song… my favorite song… she came in and… all the feeling’s I’d been holding in for her spilled out. I was always conflicted. I’d always loved her, but I fought those feelings, but… she opened her heart to me… She’s a girl to me… and I love her how she is.”
Mina and Tooru locked hands and cooed at the sight.
“Awwwwwwwww! That’s adorable! You two are so cute! You’re perfect!”
…
Momo looked down in shame. She idly twiddled her thumbs between eachother. She knew that her musical career was important to Kyouka, but she never made the time for her. She never listened like she should have, she never met her like she should have. She wasn’t there for her… Not like Izumi. She quietly gave a ‘congratulations’ and ‘i'm proud of you’ to the couple on their relationship and Izumi for coming out. She slipped away, retreating to her room, laying down on her bed. She waited for the tears to come, but they never did.
…
Ochaco couldn’t muster the courage to face either Izumi or Kyouka. She had run off silently as they spoke. She did all in her power to not slam her door to her dorm. She jumped into her bed and sobbed. She thought of the missed date, the missed chances. The boy she loved was a girl, and that girl loved someone else. They could have been the rock for her, they could have been her everything. She blew it. She ruined it. She waited too long to let her feelings known. And now… she wouldn’t meet her in the eyes.
…
“Hey Dek-Izumi…”
Bakugo’s words cut like a dagger. Malice dripped off of her name like blood off of a knife. Izumi met her friend’s gleaming red stare.
“We gotta talk about somethin- alone.”
My Immortal
A cold grey envelops the sky on a quiet winter day.
A boy clad in black walks into the field, clutching a bouquet of blue roses in his arms.
Attire for a funeral, and flowers for a date.
He walks through the field, and slowly drops flower after flower until he arrives under a large tree in the center of the field.
“H-hey honey… It’s been a while since we talked…”
His voice was weak and broken.
“O-our anniversary is today… did you know that? I… I brought you these flowers…”
He gently placed the bouquet beneath the tree. A small streak of tears fell down his cheeks. He bites his tongue. He gasps for air.
“I-it’s been five years since we got out now… Can you believe it?”
He places a second item from his bag beside the bouquet. A large grey helmet. A nervegear.
“I-I’m so glad… In a place like that… I got the chance to meet you…”
He broke down on his hands and knees. He was sobbing.
“I-I’m so sorry… I’m- I’m, so fucking sorry I couldn’t get you out… I’m sorry I was too weak. I know you said to forgive myself… But I can’t believe I left you behind… I’m so sorry… I never even got a chance to know your name outside…”
He takes a moment. He tries to breathe. He knows she wouldn’t want to see him like this… He wipes the tears from his eyes. His eyeshadow spears against his face.
“Heh- sorry… I… I got carried away… Sugu always says I’m such a crybaby when its the holidays…”
He stopped to collect his breath.
“A-Asuna and I are expecting… It’s a girl. I… I wanted to tell you… I wanted to name her after you. So that a part of you still lives on here…
The part of you I love.
It- it’s still with me all these years later.
You’re still with me.
You’re still in here.”
He places his hand above his heart, kneeling before the nervegear and the flowers.
He slowly takes the nervegear and places it back in his bag. He pulls out a small black box.
He retrieves a small ring from the box, engraved with an emblem of the moon and a cat and places it beside the flowers.
“Merry Christmas Sachi. I love you.”
As the boy gets up and walks away from the field, the faint blue glow of the moon seems to smile on him.
‘I love you too Kirito.’
