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Hizashi Yamada was close with his mother. It’s where he got his fashion sense from, But she only had a fashion sense for girls so it was up to him to pick his clothes. He didn’t mind wearing more ‘girly’ clothes either, his mother having put a poofy princess dress on him when he was only five years old and he loved every moment he was wearing it. Now he was 31 and married to the love of his life Shota Aizawa. When they got married they promised to share everything with each other and to never keep secrets, they often had small secrets but always ended up telling the other after a week or so, unless it was a surprise, surprises didn’t count.
but despite this promise, hizashi had kept a secret to himself for months now, the secret that he wasn’t a guy, wasn't cis, that’s he was gender fluid and loved wearing skirts or things when he was home alone and knew Shota wouldn’t be back for a while. It was killing hizashi to keep it a secret to Shota, but it also made him feel sick with fear when he thought about telling Shota, scared of rejection.
he had been working on this for a week or so now, working up courage to tell Shota, he had found a small amount of it, not much but it was just enough to get him to tell Shota. So he goes to the bedroom while Shota was marking papers on the couch, he gets changed into a flowy skirt that went to just half way down his thighs. He had a shoulder blouse (a blouse with no shoulders) on that tucks into his skirt. Looking at himself in the mirror and feeling physically sick at the thought of a negative reaction.
he stares at himself for a minute before opening the door and quietly walking through to Shota. Staring at him, but when Shota doesn’t notice him he frowns and takes a deep breath
”Shota...look at me for a second...”
Shota immediately looks up, hearing the fear and sadness in his husbands voice. Upon seeing the blond he just stared, mouth open slightly and completely speechless.
when hizashi see’s him go speechless he takes it as a bad reaction, tearing up and running off back to their bedroom while giving a quick apology, running into the bedroom and closing the door, quickly trying to get changed and hide the clothes, he hides them in the back of the wardrobe where neither of them ever go. He sits on the bed and calms himself and then he hears Shota knock on the door
”hizashi? Darling?”
”yeah Shota??”
”are you ok? You just ran off without giving me a chance to reply”
”yeah I’m ok! I’ll be out in a few minutes”
“ok” Shota says it with uncertainty, the image of hizashi in that outfit stuck in his mind, but instead of a frowning nervous hizashi it was a smiling and happy one. He didn’t know what to say so he goes and sits on ur couch and waits for him, picking the papered back up and continues marking
hizashi stares at the ground before getting up and tying his hair up, grabbing a pair of shoes and quietly walking out, putting his shoes on at the door and opening it “I’m going out for a walk, I’ll be back later”
”hizashi w-“ before shouts could finish hizashi walks out and closed the door. Staring at the door for a few minutes, hoping hizashi would walk back through the doors and come sit next to him on the couch, in which the dark haired male would pull the blond into his lap and embrace and tell him how amazing he looked in that outfit only ten minutes earlier
when hizashi got back he seemed like nothing had happened, and was masking it all, even going as far to completely hide it from Shota, grabbing a drink from the kitchen and sitting on the couch and drinking it
“you get those papers done sho?”
”yeah. Can we talk about earlier??”
Hizashi looks at him confused “what do you mean?”
”I mean the skirt and that hizashi”
”Shota what skirt? Did you hit your head or something?” hizashi tenses up a little at the question but made his body relax almost instantly, putting his drink down on the coffee table and checking Shota’s head
”hizashi I didn’t hit my head” he moves away from hizashi’s hands “you came out earlier in a skirt and a top which was tucked into the skirt then ran back into the bedroom to get changed. What was that about?”
”Shota I really have no idea what your talking about, I don’t own any ‘girly’ clothes, you must be imagining things” hizashi picks his drink back up and turns a movie on, wrapping his arm around Shota and pulling him close and watching the movie with him. Shota decided not to push the subject, but that didn’t mean he would forget about it.
this went on for a good month or so, hizashi always telling Shota he was imagining things or denying it. He was also getting distracted more often, and soon Shota had enough of it, heading to 1A which hizashi was currently teaching, opening the door and looking at mic who just kept teaching and didn’t notice
”mic” no reply
”mic!” No reply again
”Sensei? Aizawa-Sensei is at the door” hizashi didn’t even notice, just continuing to explain what was on the board. Shota frowns and walks up to him
”hizashi” Shota said it softly, which was a shock to 1A but hizashi was still trapped in his own mind
”hizashi” this time when he said it he put a hand on hizashi’s shoulder, making the blond jumps and trip over his own feet
”jesus Christ Eraser!!! Give me a warning first before sneaking up on me!” Hizashi stands up and lets his heart slow down again
“I said your name 3 times, and the students tried grabbing your attention too, it wasn’t till the fourth time I said your name that you realised I was there”
hizashi just stared at Shota for a second “oh...well did you need something then?”
“Yes, I’m tired of you pretending that happened a month ago never happened, I know what happened, I know what I saw and we need to talk about it, we promised each other we would never keep secrets from each other. And you’ve clearly been hiding it for months before what happened. We need to talk ab—“ Shota was cut off by hizashi
”just get out Aizawa” hizashi says as he rubs the bridge of his nose
”hiz—“
“Aizawa I said get out god damnit! Are you fucking deaf?! Because last time I checked you could hear perfectly fine!!” He sighs “...just go” hizashi practically pushed Shota out the class. Taking a minute to lean his forehead again the wall and calm himself before getting him back to the lesson like nothing happened.
Shota stares at the door to the class for a minute before walking off. Knowing it was one of the last period of the day so he just went home, sending hizashi a text saying he was heading home early. When he gets home he goes and looks for the skirt and top hizashi wore a month ago. Finding them after a while and putting the in the washing machine to get rid of dirt and dust. Making sure they are dry by the time hizashi walks in
”I’m home!!” He smiles and see’s Shota “hay b-“ before she can finish Shota grabs him and pulls him to the bedroom. Pinning him to the bed and starts undressing the blond. Hizashi having no idea what was going on at the beginning but then thought that they were going to do something spicy but was confused when clothes get shoved into his chest
”go take a shower to wash your hair then put this on. Please” Shota and hizashi stare at each other for a few seconds before hizashi gets up and goes to take a shower confused, washing his hair out, turning the shower off and getting fried, only now looking at the clothes Shota gave him. His eyes widen as he see’s the skirt and top he wore last month and starts shaking. How did Shota find these? Did he go looking for them on purpose or did he just stumble across them?
so much was going through his mind but he slowly puts it on. Tucking the top into his skirt like last time. Staring at the door before slowly opening it where Shota was waiting for him. He looks at the ground and plays with the skirt, tears forming in his eyes. He flinched a little when he feel’s Shota hand on his cheek, but Shota just cradles hizashi’s face in his hands and kissed his head
”tell me. Why are you so scared? You look incredible”
that’s all it took, to hear those words from Shota to make him cry, tears streaming down his face as he hugs Shota and clings to him, falling to the floor and Shota sits and pulls Hizashi close, petting his head and holding him close and doing what he could to comfort him.
soon the sobs come to quiet sniffles and hizashi looks up at Shota “y-you think so...? You don’t thing I’m weird?”
”darling of course not. And I understand that you would have been scared to tell me, even if it means your not a boy. And that’s ok. But you have to have more faith in me. Boy or girl or something in between, I love you and I’ll always support you no matter what” he gently kissed hizashi’s forehead “now. Have I been misgendering you at all? Dead-naming you??”
”no, I still go by hizashi, I like it and it holds a meaning to me, hearing you say it makes me happy with any name you give me. And...I’m genderfluid, and I don’t really care what pronouns you use for me unless I ask you not to use certain ones on some days” he smiles and had stoped crying. Smiling like Shota’s imagination showed
”ok cutie pie. How about I go sit on the couch and you give me a fashion show with all your beautiful new clothes?”
Hizashi smiles and nods, standing up and pushing Shota into the living room. He gave a twirl before running back into the bedroom to get changed. This goes on for ages, hizashi coming to the living room with new putts, giving a spin, hearing any compliments Shota has, then running back off to go put on a new outfit
Soon hizashi came out in a big poofy princess dress, one like the one he had on at the age of 5. Giving a spin, careful as not to knock anything over before plopping down to sit next to Shota “what to you think?”
”you look incredible darling...god I married a princess”
hizashi giggles and leans into Shota “and now I’m your queen and your my king”
they stayed cuddled up for a while. And the next day all sort of tension from the previous day was gone, hizashi not getting distracted like he had been and was just generally in a better mood. Everyone noticed it. And 1A even noticed Shota wasn't as tense and was in a better mood too, and they even saw him smile when he was in the same room as hizashi, keeping his eyes on his husband and they adored exchanged glances and smiles.