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Denki hated the way he looked. plain and simple.

Every time he saw his reflection he was disgusted. He was not sure why, yet something always seemed off to him.

It bothered him.

He spent any free time he was not with the squad raking his eyes across his body searching for imperfections. it all seemed off, yet he did not know why.

Ever since childhood, he grew up in a large house with a wealthy family. He had a clean complexion, fancy suits, everything a young teenage boy would want at his age really.

But whatever he did seemed off.

Spending time with the squad was great, they were all great wonderful friends who cared very much about Denki. save for Bakugou but he’s a tough nut to crack but whenever Kirishima called him manly, or Sero called him a great guy, or mina said she was hanging out with ‘the boys.’ it stung.

Something Denki loved about himself was his hair. It was long, long moderately thick blonde locks that could be pulled into a small ponytail, or braided. He loved to wear nail polish, he’d never tell anyone that though. all his interests were so feminine, yet he was a boy.

Then it clicked.

He’d been staring at his reflexion for years trying to find something wrong with him, he wasn’t looking for the right thing however.

He thought back to all those times he’d had a ‘crush’ on a girl, it could be played off as him falling in love easily.

He was jealous.

Jealous of their clothes, their figure, their shoes, the way they do their hair. He was jealous of it all.

But why?

He was a boy, not a girl. Boys don’t get to wear dresses and skirts. They wear pants and shorts, they gel their hair back and they wear suits. They don’t get fancy heels or cute purses. They get steel toed leather boots and large bulky wallets.

He wanted to wear dresses and skirts, he wanted a cute purse with a floral design or cute kittens on the front, he wanted- no, she wanted to be recognized as a woman. she wanted so desperately to be a girl.

All of that started with acceptance.

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Denki Kaminari is a girl.

That is what she knew. Now she had to work on accepting that.

She was not a boy, though everyone thought she was a boy.

It hurt, but she was not ready to tell anyone. She would endure them calling her manly, or a boy. She would let them hinder her spirit until she was ready to tell them the truth.

However, perhaps she could steal, buy some makeup, or a skirt to wear when she was alone. But that would entail sneaking into the girls dorm shopping. If she got caught, she would either have to come clean, or come up with a believable lie. She was not good at either of those things.

Needless to say she did not try. She figured the two easiest options were Jiro or Mina, yet she was not ready to tell the bakusquad of her discoveries just yet.

She had opted to hagakure, figuring she could trust her. She also wore some adorable outfits and would love to try some on.

So she walked over to the girls dorms, which stung her because she’d love to sleep on that side.

She knocked on Hagakure’s door, waiting.

The door swung open to reveal the invisible girl in cute pink pyjama bottoms and a cute fluffy white top.

“Kaminari? Wh-”

“Can we talk?” she rushed, not wanting anyone to hear this conversation.

“Sure, what do you need?”

“In private?”

“Why?”

“I want to tell you something really important because I'm not ready to tell anyone in the bakusquad, so I decided to come here.”

“Alright, come in i guess.”

“Thank you.”

The two girls entered the room and took a seat, Denki on the desk chair, and Hagakure on the bed. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, not knowing how to start the conversation.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I’m a girl!” Denki blurted, rushed and barely audible.

“Pardon?”

“I’m a girl, I always have been but it took me a while to realise. I don’t know how to tell anyone, but i thought i could trust you and you have really cute clothes and i was wondering if you could lend me some.” she sped up near the end but hopefully she got her point across.

Hagakure sat in stunned silence momentarily, then her face burst into delight.

“Of course you can borrow my clothes! Can I dress you up right now?”

“Yeah!” Denki replied excitedly.

Hagakure moved to her closet with one swift motion, sifting for something to suit her new mannequin friend. Her hands rested on the hanger for a simple yellow sundress.

“What do you think?” she asked as she pulled it out to show the blonde.

Denki’s eyes lit up in delight at the beautiful piece of fabric.

“Hmm, i have a pretty big cup size. I could lend you one of my bras and fill them with socks?” she offered.

“That works.”

In the end, Denki wore a full face of simple makeup with natural colours and a few oranges and pinks. Her legs were waxed and shiny, and Hagakure’s dress hung perfectly from her shoulders. Her blonde hair pulled back into a messy and small fishtail braid.

She felt so light!

Hagakure squealed and gushed about how cute she was.

There was a knock at the door, the two girls froze in shock.

“Stay over there, i won’t open the door all the way so they shouldn’t be able to see you.” hagakure whispered, pointing to the corner opposite her dresser.

She opened the door just a bit to reveal Ochako, Tsu, Momo, Kyoka, and Mina.

“Hey toru! Ready for board game night?” Mina cheered.

“Oh fuck! That was today?” she hesitated. Over where Denki was silently panicking, Hagakure sent her an apologetic smile.

“Can we go to someone else’s room this week? Mine is suuuuper messy.”

“No can do Toru, it’s your week.” Jiro but in. attempting to open the door more.

“No wait, will you give me a moment to tidy my mess up first?”

“We can handle a mess, kero.” Tsu chided.

The girls all burst through the door walking in, they didn’t realize Denki was there at first, too focused on the tidy room.

“Toru, there is no mess in he-” Jiro stumbled, staring directly at Denki.

“Eep-” Denki yelped at the eyes laid on her.

“Kaminari? Why are you in a dress?” Ochako asked, speaking for everyone in the room, save her and Hagakure of course.

“Uhh well you see i-” she tried to come up with an excuse but to no avail. “i‘m a girl, and i wanted to wear a dress. But i didn’t want to tell anyone in the bakuquad because i was worried you wouldn’t want to be my friends anymore and Hagakure has really cute clothing and-” she was cut off by mina, who had walked over to denki and laid a finger to her lips, effectively shushing the blonde.

“It's ok Kaminari, i get it. I’m sure Kyoka feels the same way. Besides, that dress looks cute on you.”

“I know! But because of the difference in cup size it looks wonky because we had to use socks.” she frowned slightly.

“I can always make you some clothes that fit you better.” Momo claimed.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course, we girls have got to stick together.”

Denki smiled, being called a girl by the others filled her heart with such overwhelming happiness.

“I couldn’t even tell you how long i’ve waited to hear someone say that to me. Thank you.”

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Denki was panicking a little, she had decided to come out to the rest of the bakusquad. Mina and Jiro would be there as support, being the two that actually knew her secret. She just needed to build up enough courage to enter the bedroom of the resident hot head of class A to meet the rest of the squad for their study session.

The problem was that she was wearing a skirt, made by none other than Momo Yaoyorozu. so everyone would either think she had some weird fetish, or know immediately. And to her, things would end up horrible either way.

She sucked in a breath and pushed the door open.

“Oi Pikachu! You’re late.” Bakugou sneered from inside the room.

“Yeah sorry i uhh, i was working up the courage for something…” She trailed off. Denki sucked in a breath, strutting confidently into the bedroom of the explosion wielder.

“The truth is i’m a girl.”

“No matter if guy or girl, you’re still a hazard” Bakugou grunted. “Now get in here or figure out a way to study on your own dipshit.”

Denki smiled and shut the door with a click, taking her usual seat against the bed.

Feeling confident after her study session with the squad, Denki decides to come out to the rest of the class.

Fortunately it had gone smoothly, for the most part anyway.

Denki had claimed that she had an announcement earlier that evening, effectively the class herded towards the common room taking a seat wherever there was room. The girls, Kirishima, Sero, and Bakugou already knowing what she wanted to speak about, avoided the common area chaos in the kitchen. in all honesty they were watching Bakugou cook everyone supper, though he’d never tell anyone that.

“I’m a girl, if you don’t want to be friends anymore I understand.” Denki said truthfully, she hung her head and began to walk away.

“Kaminari, why would we not want to be friends with you?” Midoriya asked.

“Yes Kaminari, you are merely expressing yourself in your own way and we should never look down on that!” Iida joined in. “I believe I am speaking for all of us when I say, we support you, Kaminari.”

There was a chorus of agreement from her classmates and Kaminari lifted her head with a smile.

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Denki stood by the door to the teachers lounge.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

She opened the door, plastered a large smile on her face, and greeted her teachers. Most teachers greeted her back, some were delved deep into their work, others lounging about.

“Um, Mr. Aizawa? Could i speak with you for a moment?” she started, a little hesitant

“What did you do, problem child?” he grumbled, lying on the food in his yellow sleeping bag.

“Can i speak with you in private please?”

“Fine.” he stood up, emerging from his cocoon. To face his student. Then turned to enter a separate room.

They stood in silence, Aizawa patiently waiting for Denki to say something.

“What did you do, problem child?” he repeated.

“It’s not a matter of what i did. it’s uhh, more a matter of what i discovered.” she tested, attempting the words on her tongue and hoping they sounded ok.

“I’m waiting?”

“I’m a girl.” she blurted. “I’ve told the rest of the class, but i’m not sure i’m ready to tell the teachers. You’re our homeroom though so i thought i’d tell you, also you’re a really amazing teacher and i trust you.” words spewed from her mouth.

“Alright, what do you want me to do?” he asked, eyes unblinking.

“Um, could you see about letting me wear the female uniform?” she tried.

“Anything else?”

“No, I'm worried if I ask for the other two things you’ll think I'm just faking it to go near the other girls…”

“And why would i think that? You aren’t mineta, you know of boundaries. Besides, I doubt you’d be able to pull off such an act.”

“I can’t tell whether to be offended or praised… my other requests were for a room on the girls side, and possibly using the girl change room.”

“Alright, and she/her/hers?”

“Yes please.”

“I’ll see what i can do.”

Denki walked out of the lounge with a smile on her face, ready to return to the dorms. She has become more comfortable there since coming out.

“And that is everything!” Denki cried, as she plopped onto her bed in her new room.

There was a knock at the door. She hurried to her door to answer it, to find the one and only, yaoyorozu.

“Uhh, hi?”

“Mr. Aizawa wanted me to drop this off. Also, girls game night is in Tsu’s room tonight.” she explained, placing some grey red and green cloth into Denki’s arms. The girls' uniform! Denki grinned.

“Thank you yaoyorozu!”

“Call me Yaomomo. We girls use our first names now, after so much drama and life or death scenarios, it seems logical.”

“Alright, thanks Yaomomo!”

Denki sat on the couch, a long day of class had just ended. She just wanted to relax. Yet Mineta approached her, asking to speak in private. Denki had a bad feeling about this.

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”i didn’t want to say this in front of the rest of the class. Midoriya is scary when he’s mad... “ mineta shivered, “I just wanted to ask where you got that confidence?“

Denki sat on her bed, palms pointed towards the ceiling as her hands rested in her lap. She knew this would happen.

“my confidence?“ she had asked confusedly, unsure of the small male‘s goal. “Yeah, where’d you get the confidence to pull off such a move?”

Tears slowly trickled down her face, why did life have to be so complicated? All she wanted was to exist. All she wanted to do was feel comfortable in her own body.

”I’m afraid I don’t follow…” she trailed off. “What move?” Then it was Mineta’s turn to give a confused look, “you know, where you pretend to be a girl so you can peep on the hotties like Yaoyorozu or Jiro.”

She couldn’t contain the sobs that bubbles in her throat, begging for release. Tears coated her new uniform, each drop creating a simple dark circle on the green of her skirt as she hiccuped.

a small pang hit Denki as she listened to the boy. “Why would I want to do that? That’s stupid, all I want is to feel comfortable with my own body!” She shrieked.

Jiro entered in an attempt to comfort the electric user, though not much could be done so she opted to just sit with her in silence.

”why would you do that voluntarily? Fucking tranny. You don’t look anything like a girl.” The statement made Denki freeze, he didn’t see her as a girl. It hurt so much.

The others hearing about the news from Jiro, all came in with various feel good snacks and a movie. All in an attempt to calm or distract Denki from earlier events.

Jiro seemed to appear at that moment, stabbing Mineta in the eye with one of her earphone jacks. She pulled Denki into a hug as the older cried softly. “I think I’m going to my room for a bit.” She said distraught. “Alright” Jiro replies softly.

Denki calmed down slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips “could you all please call me Hikari?” Tsu paused the movie and Toru spoke up, “of course, any reason why?“ Hikari Looked down momentarily, “I just, Denki doesn’t sit right with me.” She sighed “what was your reasoning behind Hikari?” Jiro asks softly. For a short moment Hikari panics, worried that they were judging her. “It’s what my mom would have named me if I was ’born a girl’” she quoted. “It means light.”

There were a few coos of content from the other girls in Hikari’s bedroom. Tsu pressed play on the movie and they all sat in a comfortable silence.

Hikari reaches for the popcorn bag, though misses by an inch and popcorn flies everywhere. No one seemed to care as they cackled at the movie on screen.