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SLAM
Everyone jumped as the door to the classroom slammed. Everyone looked at the culprit of the sound and nearly immediately relaxed. It was Bakugou who slammed the door open so everyone thought nothing of it and went back to whatever they were doing beforehand. Everyone except Kouda. He watched worriedly as Bakugou stomped to his seat next to the animal lover and slumped down in his chair.
Bakugou grumbled as he slumped in his seat next to Kouda. Everyone was moved to different seats for the second year and Bakugou was moved from near a window to basically the middle of the classroom. He wouldn’t have cared if the window he was moved from wasn’t the exact same window he looked out of when he was stressed. He couldn’t even look in the direction because everyone on that side of the room were over-dramatic ass hats who always thought he was staring at them.
He jumped slightly as someone gently tapped on his shoulder. He spun around only for his body to unconsciously relax once he realized that it was just Kouda, not one of the few assholes who hated his damn guts for something he already apologized and was forgiven for.
”Are you okay?” Kouda signed his concern for his fellow classmate. Bakugou was one of the few that didn’t just ignore him or ask him to do something knowing he wouldn’t say no. He actually liked Bakugou and never judged him, even when word got out that he bullied Izuku. He knew that Bakugou wasn’t like that anymore and was kinda upset with the people who spread it despite Midoriya saying he didn’t want it to be a big deal as he already forgave Bakugou. Bakugou stared at Kouda, eyes widened a little in surprise that Kouda was worried for him as a light blush went across his cheeks.
”Meet me at your dorm after school hours, okay?” Kouda watched Bakugou’s hands as he signed back to him and nodded in agreement, sending Bakugou a soft smile before turning forward as the bell rang. He was happy that Bakugou was willing to talk to him. Bakugou stared at Kouda for a bit before shaking his head, a pastel pink blended on his fair skin.
*+ After School Hours +*
Kouda sat on his bed, waiting for Bakugou to knock. He immediately jumped up as he heard a knock on the door and speed-walked to the door to open it. He brightly smiled down at Bakugou before moving out of the way to let Bakugou in. Bakugou walked in and Kouda turned to close the door. When he turned around, he saw Bakugou standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, not knowing if he could sit on the bed or on the chair. Kouda chuckled slightly at Bakugou’s oddly in-character awkwardness before sitting on his bed, clearing his throat to talk to Bakugou.
“You can sit with me if you want.” Kouda said, patting the spot next to him on the bed while smiling at Bakugou. His smile widened when Bakugou showed an expression of soft shock as he heard Kouda talk. Like actually talk. When he’s speaking, he usually whispers, not full on talk. His voice sounded different than when he was whispering. His voice was deep yet soft, setting off a comforting feeling in Bakugou’s soul. Bakugou’s shocked expression softened into a neutral expression as he sat down next to Kouda, the pink hue coming back to his cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” Kouda asked, soft concern filling his voice. Bakugou looked at Kouda before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
“I’m.. I’m trans.”
“Oh!” Kouda let out a surprised noise before retracing his words as he saw Bakugou deflate. “No! No, it’s okay! I’m just surprised! I mean, you pass so well!” Kouda continued, purposely trying to give Bakugou some gender euphoria. He smiled slightly as he saw the corner of Bakugou’s lips quirk up slightly. “Anyways, is that all you wanted to tell me or is there anything else?” Kouda said, trying to make sure Bakugou was okay because he seemed rather upset this morning.
Bakugou sighed. “ It’s ‘that time of month’ me and I ended up bleeding through then some motherfucker decided it would be funny to point it out, calling me a girl and a fake man which gave me a shit ton of dysphoria so I felt like shit for the rest of the day.” Bakugou said, tears beginning to fill the corner of his eyes. Kouda looked at Bakugou before talking.
“I’m sorry.. Is there anything I can do for you? To help you feel better?” Bakugou huffed humorously at Kouda’s offer. “Unless you have some magic cure for gender dysphoria, then no.”
Kouda looked down in disappointment. He really wanted to help Bakugou. He then picked his head up as he thought of an idea. He got comfortable on his bed before pulling Bakugou down with him. Bakugou looked up at him, cheeks a bright scarlet.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Bakugou shouts in embarrassment. “I’m cuddling you! I have a trans brother and he said that cuddles help with dysphoria. I-I can let go if you want me to though!” Kouda watched as Bakugou thought about what to do. The bombshell blond(🎶SHE'S A BOMBSHELL BLOND, WIRED UP TO DETONATE🎶) huffed through his nose before burying his red face into Kouda’s chest.