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Everyone decides its a big deal for you, even though you don't see why the hell it has to be.
You're a girl now.
Big woop.
The hell are they so incessant about. Girls wear this. Girls do that. Girls like being called a lady, a woman, a queen—
God, you feel sick to the stomach at the thought alone. You're gonna hurl if she offers to help you with makeup again (you've already worn eyeliner for nearly a decade). Or if one of the others offers you a dress.
You're a girl now.
Big woop.
What's not clicking.
Deku says you should try dressing more feminine.
If you were any younger you would've punched him in the face.
But you aren't. You've gotten better, matured. And it's not very ladylike to punch people (as though your quirk isn't fucking explosions, you haven't seen a less ladylike quirk in your entire life). You're already skating on thin ice of recognition what with the near complete refusal to doll yourself up.
Kaminari is the one that asks if you're staying like this cause your boyfriends gay. Inflexibly gay. 100% into men and nothing else. He prattles on and on about how gay Kirishima is until you tell him to shut the fuck up.
You don't bother answering his question though.
You hadn't even considered whether or not he'd leave if you started dressing different, talking different, acting different. The notion doesn't disturb you as much as it should.
You just shrug off the sentiment and flick him between the eyes.
He doubles down with saying that he's serious, that Kirishima would totally leave you. You double down with shoving him aside. He banters back about how you hit like a girl and it's nice, for one blissful instant it's genuinely nice.
Here he is, biggest idiot of the grad class of 1A, and you're starting to fear he might be your only friend that doesn't give a shit.
Again, Deku tells you to lay off on being so masculine. So aggressive. So sharp. So, so Katsuki Bakugou, even though Kaminari likes biting and roughhousing with you and calling you a bitch afterwards with the intonation only a man that was a woman can deliver. Deku buys you a can of some sort of pink cola for your outting around town.
You grimace out a, "Thanks," and take three sips and trash it in the nearest can. It's gross. But it's pink. Girls like pink.
Girls don't wear compression tanktops and cargo pants for a casual walk around town with their friends. They definitely don't wear steel toed boots on casual outtings either. Still, you're wearing them. And Deku's still taking one look at you and deciding that all of your interests must've changed.
Because you're a girl now.
Big woop.
A really fucked up girl that'd look better in playgirl than playboy.
Kaminari punches you in the shoulder.
You punch him back.
Deku tells you to behave yourself.
Kaminari tells him to lay off and get over it.
Deku goes indignantly quiet.
You are Katsuki Bakugou and nothing has changed at all except for the fact that your boyfriend calls you sweetheart a little bit more frequently. You say you're gonna wear a dress if you ever get married, watch for his response. It just started getting to you is all. What Kaminari said.
You're certain Kaminari's wrong.
But, but it lingers in the back of your brain. What if?
Kirishima says he's certain you'll look great, he's grinning as he says it. He doubles down in saying that Momo'll be able to make you a killer dress. And then that the other girls can help with your hair, or your makeup, or—
You'll probably just wear a suit, actually.
At least you know he won't leave you now.
At least you know Kaminari is more, more, you don't know. He just doesn't give a shit. And it's nice that he doesn't give a shit. And you wish nobody gave a shit and just let you be yourself.
Kaminari doesn't give a shit, he says you're the hottest girl he's ever seen when he's drunk, eyeliner so sharp you could kill someone with it, he says. He's said it before. Said it 'bout a hundred times, you'd wager, ever since you first spat out the thorny truth of the matter. He says it every time, actually.
You're not sure why.
You can't tell whether or not he's lying.
He sprawls across you on his couch, buttoned shirt falling open over his torso. You absently trace across the scars under his pectorals. Jagged and rough from the surgery itself and villain attacks at later dates. You wonder if Kirishima would ever trace along your scars—
Dangerous thoughts.
You push them away.
Kaminari laughs, says something about how he's too sensitive for you to be touching his chest.
You're a girl now.
Big woop.
Kaminari looks at you like you're the only girl on the planet when he's drunk, lovestruck.
You wonder how much coverage the news would give if you broke up with Kirishima and ran off with Kaminari instead.