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Warning: Kirishima talks about cutting when he was younger and attempting suicide. It's not graphic (like at all) but I wanted to warn since I didn't put any warnings for suicidal stuff.

Kirishima POV

I wake up with a killer headache and a dry throat. I sit up and a wave of nausea goes through me. I groan and fully stand up. Making my way to the bathroom I check the time on my phone.

9:34 shit.

I open up one of the drawers in my bathroom and pull out the Advil. After dropping two pills on to my palm I take it dry and remember that my throat is still very dry.

I make my way to the small kitchen in my house and walk over to the cabinets. I pull out a cup and go to open the fridge only to notice that a note is on the door.

Kirishima,
Shinso made you pancakes because I told him that they are your favorite hangover cure. Also text me when you wake up because I want to talk to my bestie.
Love, Mina

@)—''—,—'—

I smile at my friends note and abandon the cup as I pull out the pancakes from the fridge. I pop them in the microwave for a couple seconds then pull them out. I sit down at the table and text Mina.

Mama Mina 💋
I'm awake

My phone starts ringing and I almost throw it across the room. Almost.

"Hey Mina." I say as her face pops up on the FaceTime.

"HEY! YOU WON'T BELIVE WHA-"

My hands shoot to my ears as my head starts to throb. "Mina! Headache!"

She simply shrugs. "Right."

I look back to my phone that's now face up on the table to see Mina, of course, Sero, because they live together, and Kaminari. Since Kami is there there's a fifty/fifty chance Shinso is as well.

"Thanks Shinso for the pancakes."

"No problem." His voice comes from off screen.

"Hey! You didn't thank me for telling him to make them!" I roll my eyes.

"I was planing on it until you shouted."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

She goes to speak only to be cut off by a knock at my door. We both frown.

"Were you expecting anyone?" I shake my head no before hearing another knock at the door. I groan.

"I'll call you back in a bit. Let me deal with this." I give a cage gesture and she nods her head. After giving a quick bye we hang up and there's another knock at the door.

Oh my god, I'm coming.

I stand up and make my way to the door and open it with one swift motion.

My jaw drops.

In front of me stands my father and mother, both of which I haven't seen in four years.

"Don't just stand there girl, help us." My mother says real snappy. I grab her suitcase along with my dads and drag them inside with both of them following me.

"What are you doing here? I told you I would pick you up tomorrow." I say as I make the way to my single guest bedroom.

"Now that's no way to welcome your parents. Where did all the respect I teach you gone?" I grit my teeth as I set down the suitcases by the queen sized bed.

"You mean when you would yell at me for hours and I would cower in fear? I'm sorry I don't bow down to your every will anymore." They both look at me with furious looks until they both switch to shock.

"What happened to your chest!?!" My mother shouts.

I glare at her. "I got a surgery to remove it." I state mater of factly.

"NO!" They both shout in cynic. They start to talk over one another and I feel my anger only grow bigger.

They think that they can come to me for help and then tell me what to do with my life, no way.

"I'm going out. Make yourselves at home." I walk out of the room and grab my wallet that I kept on the kitchen table along with my phone. I exit the hose and make a point to slam the door.

Once the cool air whips around me I let out a breath. I really should learn to not let them get to me anymore.

Part of me wants to kick them back out of my house but even after everything they done I can't do that. My father called yesterday to tell me that they lost the house after he lost his job a few months ago and if they didn't get a place to stay they would be homeless. Sadly I was the only one they had left to go to and as much as I hated them, I couldn't let them sleep on the streets.

I take a right and let the cold winter air tickle my skin. I was still in my pj's but thankfully I went to sleep in a tank top and some sweats. Unlike most people I like the cold but even then I can't help but think of the broken window at the bar. It didn't seem like Bakugou lived there but if he did I'm sure that it got really cold over the night. I hope he's alright.

I woman shoots me a strange look as she holds her daughters hand in hers tighter. I look down and realize that I had a Pride pin on my shirt. I quickly took it off and tucked it in my pocket, I shouldn't wear a pin to sleep anyways.

I glance at the tall trees that have lost almost all there leaves except one. I look at that leaf with a smile. It's like that one leaf was defining the social norms and being its self, not caring what anyone thought about it. Or I was giving it too much credit and it was just a normal leaf. I like the first option better.

I take a right and find myself at a small playground. No ones here currently and it looks like no one has been her in a while. I sit down on the bench and let my legs swing around like a child would.

I wouldn't wanna be anybody else.
You made me insecure
Told me I wasn't good enough

I smile lightly as I keep humming the tune. It reminds me of my family.

But who are you to judge
When you're a diamond in the rough
I'm sure you got some things
You'd like to change about yourself

When I was little they painted themselves as perfect and told me that everything they say is never wrong.

But when it comes to me
I wouldn't want to be anybody else

Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na

The emotion and mental abuse started way before I even started thinking about being trans but it only got worse when I came out to them.

I'm no beauty queen
I'm just beautiful me

Na na na
Na na na

You've got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon

My fingers brush over the scar marks on my wrist. The emotional and mental abuse got so bad at one point that I started cutting and attempted suicide twice.

"Who says
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful
Who says"

I sing the chorus of the song with a bright smile and swing my feet faster.

"It's such a funny thing
How nothing's funny when it's you
You tell 'em what you mean
But they keep whiting out the truth
It's like a work of art
That never gets to see the light
Keep you beneath the stars
Won't let you touch the sky"

I'm lucky I was able to escape the terrible situation I was in with the help of Mina. She was my best, well, only friend in high school and the only one I came out to as both trans and gay. I'm so lucky to still be able to call her my best friend.

"Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na

I'm no beauty queen
I'm just beautiful me

Na na na
Na na na

You've got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon"

I still get thoughts about it but all in all I'm doing much better. I have a small group of friends but who needs a big group when I can trust my friends with my life. Mina use to try to get me to branch out more but I don't want to become friends with someone, enjoy hanging out with them, then they end up being homophobic or transphobic.

"Who says
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful
Who says"

I'm kinda scared about letting Bakugou and his friends in for that reason but then I think about the little slip up Todoroki did at the Cafe and I calm down. Sure, someone can support gay people but still be transphobic or I misheard them and they are super homophobic but worse scenario I still have my amazing group of friends I have had for these past few years.

"Who says
Who says you're not star potential
Who says you're not presidential
Who says you can't be in movies
Listen to me, listen to me
Who says you don't pass the test
Who says you can't be the best
Who said, who said
Would you tell me who said that
Yeah, oh
Who says"

At this point I'm getting so into the song I close my eyes and let the music take me. That's what I love most about singing, the emotions you feel and the way you can express yourself.

"Who says
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful
Who says"

Once I'm a singer, not if, I will try to build up my reputation then come out. I want to show the world that trans people and gays aren't as bad as people cut them out to be. I really hope that I can make a difference.

"Who says
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful
Who says"

I finish off the song and suddenly hear clapping. I throw open my eyes and look at whoever was doing that. It was Bakugou.

A smile slipped on to my face and I stood up with red cheeks but still bowed anyways. "Thank you, thank you, no encore tonight!"

He rolled his eyes at me before gesturing me to follow him.

"Soooo, how are you doing Bakugou? Did you follow me her because you couldn't get enough of me last night?" I ask jokingly.

"I thought you were the one who followed me seeing that you called me hot last night." My face paled.

"I-I did?"

He started laughing and it helped ease away the fear that was gnawing at my chest.

"Chill out Red. I'm fucking fine with you being gay. As I told you last night, I am as well." At this I fully relaxed.

"Oh thank god. I was scared for a second there."

He snorts. "No shit Sherlock."

I smile brightly at him. As we continue to walk in silence. I take in my surroundings again as my gaze falls on the lady from before. Out of reflux I pull my pin out of my pocket to look at it for a second before moving to put it back into my pocket.

"Why are you not fucking wearing that right now." Bakugou asks grabbing it from my hand.

"I don't want people to see it." I state mater of factly.

He pins it onto his shirt. "That's a waste of a good pin."

My eyes widen before darting around to see if anyone saw. "Bakugou take that off!" I whisper hiss at him.

"Why? Everyone already knows I'm Trans and Gay." My eyes grow even bigger and I choke.

"WHAT?!"

He looks at me confused. "How do you not know that? That's the whole reason someone attacked my bar."

I frown. "I'm sorry Bakugou."

"Don't fucking apologize when it's not your fault."

We walk in silence once more but this one slightly uncomfortable. I feel so bad. Maybe my dream of becoming a singer, coming out, then 'changing the world' is stupid.

He groans. "Red, shut up. Your thoughts are so fucking loud."

I chuckle lightly. "I'm sorry I just feel bad."

"Don't. I'm fine, I have Deku to fucking worry for me enough. I don't need you to do it too." My smile grows as we turn onto my street. We walk for a second before I stop in front of my house. I frown.

"This is my stop." I tell him sadly. I don't want to go inside to deal with my stupid parents.

He looks at the door then back at me. "You sure? You seem too fucking uncomfortable for someone standing in front of there own house."

I glance at the door and frown. "My parents are staying over for a bit and there homophobic and transphobic. Always going on and on about how 'there little girl' should wear a dress and act more girly." There's a beat of silence before I realize I just came out to him. My head shoots to him to see his face is a mix of shock and disgust. I gulp.

"Then fucking kick 'em out! Those assholes don't understand how amazing of a son they have then they should die!"

A smile slips onto my face and I chuckle lightly. "As much as I wish I could I can't. They are technically homeless and I can't leave them on the streets. They are my parents."

"Pretty shitty parents if you ask me." I roll my eyes. "Speaking of shitty things, what happened to your shitty hair?"

I feign offense and pull a hand dramatically to my chest. "My hair isn't shitty and I didn't put it up this morning because I was in a rush to get out of the house."

He rolls his eyes at me. "Keep it this way. It looks less shitty." I smile at him.

"Maybe I will."

He goes to say something in response when the door open and my mother comes rushing out.

"Erika! There you are! Your father and I have cleaned up the house a bit and got rid of your boyish things." My eyes widen and shoot to her.

"YOU WHAT!?"

"Stop being melodramatic dear and come inside already." I see Bakugou take a step forward and I shoot him a look.

"I'll see you later. And wish me luck I'm not killing my parents." I whisper the last part under my breath in hopes of lighting the mood.

His deadly scowl doesn't leave his face. "Why would I wish you luck when I want them dead?"

I smile at him and roll my eyes. "Bye." I say and turn around to go back inside to assess the damage done to my house.

"Bye Red."

2596 words not including this.

uwu they came out to each other this chapter! I think I'm doing a good amount of fluff and angst per chapter.

Anyways, I put a warning for the little part where he talks about cutting when he was younger.

The song this chapter was 'Who Says' by Selena Gomez & The Scene.

Thanks for reading!

Till next time
Meowz~