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It's... Perfect.
You take a mental note to thank your closest friend a billion times once you're done with this, thank them for motivating you into asking the UA staff for an extra pair of skirts. And thank the god damn universe that none of them asked you why the fuck you'd want a skirt out of nowhere, having to come out to multiple teachers for the sake of one skirt felt way too freaking excessive anyway when you could just go out and get one on your own. But anyway...
You found yourself staring at the reflection on that full-body mirror, the reflective surface somehow showing you both inside and out. Enhancing even the parts you'd try not to think about. It almost felt absurd how much one simple change, one little piece of clothing that hadn't specifically bothered you before, would make your eyes burn at just the sight of it. The skirt clung to you perfectly . Even with the doubting voices harassing you at the back of your head, there was no denying that this simple little thing has dulled it noticably. You in the school's girl uniform. Meanwhile, a certain someone stomped towards the dormitory hallways, murmuring endlessly to himself while thinking of next week's exam. The A+ student who could never be sure enough of how much he studied, his anxiety be damned.
And so, Midoriya Izuku, confidently marched towards the dorm room of his closest friend. You were specifically chosen to be his study buddy today simply because he didn't have the social battery to study with Iida and didn't have the confidence to sit alone in Uraraka's room, nor did the have the heart to disturb Todoroki especially after everything. And of course those weren't weak ass excuses to hang out with you. You just... Happened to not drain him. Just click a little easier than others. At least that's what he told himself. In reality, his gaze was stuck to you like a hawk's. He didn't understand how and why it was happening but he couldn't stop wanting to know more about you, couldn't stop being horribly intrigued and filling a few too many pages on your strengths. Likes, dislikes, size, weight, hair color, eyelash count... Whatever it may be, it's almost like his instincts knew before he himself did. That there was more to know about you. Something important and core to your soul.
thmp thmp thmp...
You were completely engrossed in the feeling of how the soft fabric felt on your legs, how it gently swayed with each step and how you couldn't get the hotness on your cheeks to subside. So focused that you completely forgot to-
STEP STEP STEP
creaak... "Hey! Sorry, are you free dude? I really gotta-"
... Lock the door.
You snap your head towards where the door had opened, gaze locking with Izuku's as you watch him abrubtly stop on his way inside with one foot already into your personal dorm room. Both of you feeling your eyelids widen in utter horror as Izuku's gaze wanders downwards in an uncontrollable manner. There is a good meter between you two, but you could've sworn to have heard his tiny little breath hitch from all the way over there. Then, of course, he starts freaking out. A little too loudly than you would've liked.
"O- OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I AM SO SO SORRY! SORRY- SORRY!!" Midoriya yelps and starts repeatedly bowing his head like an ostrich, feeling his soul leave his god damn body and dap up god on it's way upwards as his brain becomes melted putty in sheer guilt and embarrassment. Only then clumsily turning on his heels, head snapped unnaturally to the opposite direction in an effort to hide his redness, bolting out of the doorway... Or at least tries to before she catches him by the wrist.
"Wait- No! Hold on!" You blurt out in sheer desperation and fear, emotions shining through to Izuku by the way you had held his wrist. Not too tightly, but shakily. Making the reddened boy halt, turn around and hilariously try and not look down. Before he can even open his mouth to blabber nonsense, you cut him off.
"Don't!... Don't tell them..." Izuku hears you murmur, skirt still gently swishing until it comes to a stop from how fast everything had happened in this measly doorway, making Izuku swallow down his racing heart as his protective instincts kick in to try and ease your visible distress... As much as he could calm down seeing his crush in a skirt.
"Huh? Um, yeah! Of course, of course. I just-... Panicked for no reason. It's not that i think cross-dressing is weird or anything, i thought i caught you at a bad time..." He stutters back shyly with closed eyes and a kind smile, unaware of how his choice of words tightened your heart. "I think it suits you!" Izuku ends it off, but... Not before his familiar and dorky smile is melted right off his face once those buggy eyes are back open.
At that moment, it's impossible to tell who's heart dropped further down with him catching onto your eyes watering and with you realizing that your vision has blurred.
Izuku is the first to speak, like often times. "No, no... I'm sorry, what's wrong? What happened?" He mutters with a breathy, guilt filled voice that would make any outsider assume he'd just killed someone in cold blood. The hand that wasn't being held instinctively raising upwards as if it had a mind of it's own, craving to touch but not having the sole strength to. Watching as your gaze cut away and stared back down onto the ground, the lack of eye contact making him feel even more mournful.
That is precisely when the air around you feels as though it's trapping you in further and further with each slow second, realizing that words are fighting a way out of your own lungs before you're even ready. The need to correct Izuku, the need to tell him the truth overwhelming your senses as he just waits there. Staring at you, trying to fight his own nervous tears upon seeing you hurt for a mere minute at most. It's one minute too much. So, as you run out of all the willpower to keep yourself quiet, it escapes.
"I'm not... Not cross-dressing, damn it." You begin, the term feeling like hot venom on your tongue while also filling your heart with an inexplicable feeling of bitter pride. As such terms themselves were the very excuses you'd force down on your aching wounds whenever things got exceptionally difficult. Then, inhaling a powerful yet seemingly gentle breath, you confess and finally drop his wrist. Despite your own instincts flipping out about how abrupt and illogical the sudden truth bomb is.
"I'm a girl."
Izuku's anxious breaths come to a violent halt. His mind no longer reeling and spiralling in confusion and guilt, now just... Still and quiet. You only notice his knitted eyebrows relax once the suffocating silence gets uncomfortable enough to look back at his expression, worrisome eyes now watching you as gears turn in his head. God- it's really odd being stared so intensely. Shockingly enough, Izuku manages to say something back, even managing to say it calmly. Voice now less anxious and breathless, now only velvety and deep like a gentle hush.
"Can i come in...?"
...
"So that's why i asked for the girl's uniform." You end your explanation off all while Izuku watches you and listens carefully. Legs tense and glued together, cheeks still red yet with a more respectful understone this time, visibly marveling. You've only ever daydreamed of having Izuku sit on your bed like this with his weight pulling the mattress down, being there for you once the day came when you'd come out. But now that he's actually here, you can't help but get a little frustrated with how quick everything had happened.
"I see... Thank you for telling me. Even if you weren't planning to so soon..." Izuku replies, meekly rubbing his nape in guilt and continuing. "I don't know if it's okay to say but... I think it's super cool." His arms flail once you glare at him confusedly, stuttering adorably yet again. "I- I mean it's just really inspiring! To just... Show people who you are no matter the way you were born. To follow your heart even when your physical condition said otherwise... Ahem." Right, right. Thankfully Izuku stopped before he realized how much he oddly related to you.
"Besides, my point still stands. I think you look beautiful."
Is the last of his response you hear before both of you turn into human turnips, letting out a choked "What??" without even having enough breath for it. Self-consciously gluing your legs a bit tighter together out of innocent nervousness, drawing in even more of Izuku's attention before the boy's facial motor starts overworking again.
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean anything bad i just think it really highlights your figure and sways so nicely and also makes you look more confident and... Look, if you don't accept that i'll never stop saying it..." Has this boy ever spent a day without his head blowing up? Jeez, at least with his covering his face with those calloused hands of his he looks pretty adorable.
"Fine, fine! Oh my god." You reluctantly accept the utter avalanche of compliments, dropping your face onto your resting hands in exhaustion knowing damn well Izuku must be staring at you simply by the way your hairs tingle. Things have actually turned out pretty fine, if not really bumpy and awkward at first, but something had always told you at the back of your mind that Izuku would support you no matter what.
Feeling a whale's worth of weight come off your shoulders now that at least one person knows who you really are in this place, you sigh. Letting silence take over you both until, apparently, something else takes over Izuku.
"Good girl." A praise comes out, too naturally and too suddenly, pulling both of you out of your comfortable silence. Then as if a ghost had haunted him and taken over his body to say such words, Izuku shakes his head and dramatically arches off of the bed. Eyes now wide open like headlights straight at his wrist that is obviously lacking a watch.
"OH WOULD'YA LOOK AT THE TIME! Thanks for everything again, i gotta study with Iidaroki- I mean Iida- I mean Todoroki! I MEAN BYE, BUH BYE! See you soon! Later! I go study!"
The door slams shut.
Part of you wonders if you'll ever forget the goofy ass baby deer walk he had out your dorm room that day.