Izuku was so in love with Katsuki, it was all he ever knew. He fell in love with him at the first play date they had that their moms. But they didn’t get close after elementary school. Instead Bakugo started avoiding him once they got to middle school.
And it broke his heart, he thought something was wrong with him.
Was he not tall enough? Fit enough? Pretty enough? Should he get a makeover? A new hair cut?
Then he noticed the people that Bakugo was always hanging around.
Girls. It was always girls.
But not just any girls.
Very pretty girls, who liked pretty things. Who wore pretty skirts and did their hair nicely. Who wore soft colors and did they’re hair with cute clips. Wore perfume that smelled like sweets and flowers.
He had a definite type.
So Izuku started slowly changing his style, he started with some cute hair clips.
Then some light makeup, a bit of blush and some gloss.
He started wearing the girls uniform skirts and would wear a big soft sweater over it.
Even out of school the other students would catch him in more feminine clothes with his hair styled.
It was strange at first but then he started getting more comfortable, like he felt like himself in these clothes and wearing makeup.
It wasn’t until one day after gym class.
Izuku had changed out of his gym uniform in the boys locker room. Some of the other kids in his class would make fun of him, but it didn’t matter.
He had finished changing and was leaving when he spotted that familiar head of ash blonde hair leaning against the wall.
The blonde clicked his tongue and Deku turned to him. The blonde nodded his head and Izuku soon walked closer to him.
“The fuck is your problem.” Bakugo spat.
“What are you talking about?” Izuku asked, confused.
“This. Is this a new phase or something?” He said.
He gestured to him, talking about the skirt and the hair clips on his hair.
“I just…really like this.” He said.
“Yeah right, trying to get some extra’s attention.” He claimed as Izuku shook his head.
“I thought…” Izuku whispered.
“What was that?” Bakugo barked.
“I thought…I thought you liked this…” He said.
“Hah? What are you going on about?” Bakugo asked.
“I…always see you with the pretty girls who dress like this…I thought maybe…” Izuku trailed off.
“I do.” Bakugo said.
“Maybe it’s because I’m a boy…then I thought I could be…” Deku said before being interrupted.
“I don’t like you because you’re a guy.” Bakugo said as he leaned over the greenette.
“I don’t like you because you’re you. You you’re a Deku, a useless waste.”
(TBC 👀👀 lemme know! It was inspired by the song “Pretty Girl” by Clairo)
About three years had passed since then, it was burned into his memory forever, branded in him.
He remembered vividly when Bakugo turned his back to him, walking down the king corridor with the echo of his shoes hitting the tile below him.
He remembered the tears welling up as he held his hand out reaching for the blonde but then holding himself back, clenching it into a fist against his chest.
He remembered walking home, snuggling and wiping at his eyes like it would help the strangers passing by to ignore him.
Until he got home, crying into his pillow until his eyes were red and swollen and his tiredness took over for the night…
“Deku- Kun? Are you okay?” A voice said, making Izuku shake his head and alerting him.
“Yup. I’m perfectly fine!” He responded, turning to the voice.
“I dunno, you’re spacing out a lot today.” The girl with bobbed brown hair pointed out.
“Aha, maybe it’s because I didn’t sleep much last night.” Izuku said, scratching his cheek.
“That nervous for today? Don’t worry! You’ll do great! I believe in you.” She cheered.
“Thanks Uraraka.” He said, smiling as he faced towards the metal gates.
He looked to the crowd ahead of him to see kids his age all dressed in the same gray and dark green uniforms.
“General Ed students please make your way to the yellow sign, you’re class rep will be waiting.”
A voice over the loud speaker announced, making the students shuffle around.
Izuku held his hand up, waving while holding a poster board as a group of students approached.
“General education students please follow me!” He shouted, making his way out of the crowd.
He made his way to an open area in the courtyard near a fountain, as the students followed while chattering amongst themselves. Izuku climbed onto a bench and clapped his hands together.
“Attention please.” He said, faking attention of the group and they quieted down.
“Hi everyone! My name is Izuku Midoriya and I’ll be helping you guys today. I’m your class rep for general education course for the third years but today I’m your tour guide.” He said smiling.
“I’ll take you around the school and explain how the schedules and classes work, feel free to ask any questions along the way and I’ll be happy to answer them!” Izuku said, jumping off the bench and dusting his skirt and oversized sweater.
“If you’ll please follow me.” He said, waving as the students follows behind the short male.
He guided the students around the school, showing them the cafeteria, gymnasium, locker rooms, forms and classrooms.
“This is classroom 3-A.” He said, opening the door.
“This is the hero course for the third years, we will regularly interact with the class for events, projects and other cessions.” He explained, showing the students the inside.
“Izu-Chan! Hiii!” A girl with bubblegum pink skin called out and Izuku waved to her.
“What are you doing here Midoriya?” A low voice gruffer, making him turn around to see a bright yellow lump on the floor.
“Good morning Aizawa sensei, I’m just taking the new years around for a tour of the campus.” Izuku explained as the lump sat up.
“Principle Nezu would like to meet with the student council after so make your way to his office when your done.” He said, revealing his tired face to the new students.
“Thank you sir.” Izuku said, turning towards the other students as they greeted him and he smiled.
While he looked around the room to the students he noticed a pair of eyes starring right at him, he could feel a hole being burned into his head from the gaze.
He looked into the direction of the gaze to see a very tall form standing there, the figure’s arms crossed.
Even though his body has changed, it was still the same red eyes that broke his heart years ago. Yes his hair was longer, yes his muscles were more defined, yes he had scars across his skin but it was still the same eyes.
Izuku fixed his gaze and looked into those familiar eyes, looking at the face that sometimes he wish he could forget. As his gaze met those, the blonde turned away. He noticed his ears turned pink and he glanced back to the shorter male.
He just smiled until his attention was stolen by another voice.
“Midoriya! Where did you get those hair clips? They’re so cute!” A figure, turning out to be Hagakure asked.
He turned away from him and focussed his attention to his group before leaving the class for the tour.
“This is your homeroom class, your teacher will be here shortly to greet you. Please have a seat and I’ll be right back!” He said, smiling as he closed the door behind him.
He pulled his phone from his sweater picked, the little pink and blue sparkly phone charm dangling.
Once he switched his screen on, he looked through his notifications and saw an unread message waiting for him to respond.
…: hey
(That’s it for now! Will do a poll for the ending!)
Katsuki and Izuku were always set to walk alone to and from school everyday.
It was like their tradition.
That was until Izuku’s little sister started coming along.
Well, his half sister.
“But I couldn’t. I couldn’t go through with it, it already sounded fucked up but she said if I didn’t she’s find someone else to do it for her.”
“…when I got there I just saw you there limp, it felt so wrong to even take your wrists in my hands, it felt so wrong pretending to make those sounds, it felt wrong making the bed creak, to make it look real.”
Bakugo let the game get to his head very quickly. One minute he was some popular high school kid who couldn’t care less about his future and now he was a famous singer, walking red carpets with paparazzi at every corner.
But somehow he found someone amongst the masses, between the sea of people who wanted to use him and the people who were just too obsessed he found his “one” and it was completely on accident.
He was struggling to complete his second album, titled “Locked Behind Glass”.
So his manager decided to hire someone to help him with his songs and lyrics and hired another artist and music producer.
To his surprise, he didn’t hate the person he worked with. In fact, he knew them.