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It starts as a stupid meme. A really stupid fucking meme. Honestly, it's absolutely ridiculous. And it's absolutely something that all of them expect from Kaminari.

It's a picture of a button, and it follows that meme set up of: If you push the button...

There are two pictures below it, captioned: 99% chance of getting $1 million and 1% chance of becoming a girl.

Literally no one is surprised when Kaminari sends it to the group chat, because it is his third meme of the day and they've all just learned to live with the never-ending stream of attachments from his phone. His paragraph of text after he sends it is par for the course as well. Because he always has to explain himself.

Pikachu⚡: as a completely cis dude, I would press this button immediately, without question. There are a lot of things I would do for money, but shit I'd do this for like 20 bucks... maybe less?

Pikachu⚡: but I mean, obviously, wouldn't all of you guys do this too

There's silence in the class group chat. Not a single person pipes up.

Until the unsurprising response from a certain short purple classmate.

MelonLover 👀: right there with you bro, imagine what it would be like to have all that body all to yourself....

Multiple people groan out loud, and a chorus of shouts fills the 1-A dorm building.

"Fuck, he did it again!" Jiro huffs loudly.

"Sero, take away his moving rights, please," Ashido begs her friend, pushing him off her bed.

Various members of class 1-A step out of their dorm rooms to watch the black-haired boy march over to Mineta's room, slam the door open, and cocoon the small boy in his tape as if he's done this a thousand times. Which. I mean. He kind of has.

"Thank you and love you always, pookie!" Ashido clings to her best friend, pressing the side of her cheek against his.

All of the girls that have emerged to watch the show beam at the boy, giving similar thanks.

"I do feel bad you're always the one restraining him, though, bro. I can't imagine how it must feel to touch him... no matter how indirectly…" Kirishima's voice trails off as he shudders in horror, sticking his tongue out.

"Oh, trust I let off at least ten feet of my tape after every time this happens. I don't want any of... him... getting close to any of me," Sero joins Kirishima in his revolted shivers.

None of their classmates notice that a distinct electric blonde is missing from the cluster of students who return to their own rooms. Or, in Kirishima, Ashido, and Sero's case, to Ashido's room. 

Sero makes sure to deposit a certain bundle of tape in the dumpster outside the building, along with twenty feet of his tape and a note for Aizawa that reads: Can you please expel him already??

Class 1-A continues to not notice that there is something distinctly wrong with their class clown, even throughout the whole of the next day. Not even his gang of friends, the group everyone has affectionately begun to call the 'Bakusquad', seem to detect that he isn't smiling, isn't laughing at all the stupid stuff he would jump on any other day.

In fact, only one person takes notice of his strange mood, and—unluckily for him—that happens to be his homeroom teacher, the only pro he's actually had a real fear of shitting himself in front of.

"Kaminari," Aizawa calls just before the last bell rings, the word clipped and monotone.

A blonde head snaps up, meeting a tired face and alert eyes. It's off-putting, how brightly his teacher's eyes are shining as he looks over his student. Kaminari can't help but get the distinct impression that the man is trying to burn two holes through his face.

"Y-Yeah?" Kaminari stutters, running through the mental list of things he could've done to get himself in trouble today.

For once in his life, he comes up short.

"Stay here after class. I need to talk to you."

And the words are so menacing, the stare that accompanies them so pointed, Kaminari can only squeak before quickly dropping his head back down. He does not want to look at the intimidating man for any longer, that's one thing he's sure about.

"Holy shit, dude. What the fuck did you do?" Kirishima stage-whispers to him, bending over his desk to get in earshot.

"I have no fucking clue!" Kaminari whispers back, and it's when he feels a twinge of pain at his best friend's choice of words that he realizes something is really wrong with him.

Luckily, Kaminari is spared any more minutes of waiting in agonizing dread when the bell rings and his classmates begin filing out of the room, heading in the direction of the dorm buildings. His friends shoot him a worried look before they leave, and he tries to send all of them a reassuring smile to ease their fear. If their pinched expressions are anything to go by, it only makes it worse.

It isn't long before he is left alone in the classroom, still sitting at his desk with a row of empty desks separating him from his terrifying teacher. The man gestures for Kaminari to come closer to him, and the blonde complies, standing stiffly and walking over with his knees locked, suddenly forgetting how to act like a normal person. He tries to smile the way he always does at his teacher, the way that lets him pretend he isn't in any real trouble and just goofing off again.

It does not work.

"You're not in trouble, calm down. I can practically hear your heart beating way too fast," Aizawa drawls lazily, not standing up from where he is relaxing in a wheely chair behind his desk.

Kaminari noticeably does not calm down.

"So, what is this about... Aizawa-sensei?" The blonde forces out through damn-near chattering teeth. 

He thinks he's sweatier than he's ever been in his entire life, and wonders briefly if he will die of dehydration before he gets to know what is happening.

"Something is wrong. You've been out of it all day. Don't try to deny it, you can't possibly think you were doing a good job at hiding it. Your friends might not have caught on, but I'm a pro hero for a reason."

Aizawa's eyes are doing that thing again, boring holes into Kaminari's head. He hates it. It makes him feel like he's being analyzed from the inside out, and he would rather not think about his insides or outsides after all the reflection he's done on himself today.

"There's no use in hiding it, and if you don't tell me I'll send you to Hound Dog for a proper evaluation. I can't have one of my students unfocused, I don't want to deal with you getting injured or possibly injuring another classmate if this keeps going," his face visibly softens before he can continue. "What is it, kid? Villains? Nightmares? Your quirk?"

And suddenly Kaminari feels the stupidest he's ever felt in his entire life, feels like he's been smacked across the face with idiocy. Of course his teacher is worried about him being unfocused for training. Of course he doesn't want his student to get in the way during exercises. Of course the first thing he thinks of is related to heroes, to training, to his quirk. Because those are the normal things Kaminari should be thinking of.

He should be stressing over the safety of his friends, how to better control his quirk in case another villain attack happens. He should be stuck in his head because he's scared his friend is going to get kidnapped again, not because of whatever the fuck that stupid fucking meme had him questioning.

He lets out a breath of air, and chuckles self-deprecatingly, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's nothing like that, Aizawa-sensei. It's stupid. I'm sorry. I won't be out of focus again," he promises, turning to leave.

Strong fabric wraps around his body before he can get even two steps closer to the door, his teacher's capture weapon pulling him closer to his desk.

"Then what is it? I'm serious, Kaminari, you will talk to someone. Do you want me to call Hound Dog?"

"No!" Kaminari yells, a little too quickly and a little too loudly.

Out of all the people he would talk to about this, a complete stranger is definitely not on his list. He would rather no one be on his list, but he supposes he can't really get himself out of this. Not when Aizawa isn't letting him go anytime soon. It's just a stupid curiosity he's been turning over in his head, so what's the harm in mentioning it to his teacher?

He knows, obviously, that it's deeper than that. Much deeper. Because if it wasn't, he wouldn't have been having trouble with it in the first place. If it was actually something so light as a simple pondering, he wouldn't have ended up here in the first place.

Aizawa is patient as Kaminari finds the right words to say, though his scarf doesn't get any looser.

"I just was, uhhh. Thinking. About," Kaminari hates the way his voice squeaks on the word. Kind of loves the way it pitches higher. Jesus, he's a fucking mess.

Aizawa nods, encouraging him to say more.

"Uh. About gender. You know, uhh. Maybe. Specifically. My gender. Which is. Um," he stops, licks his lips.

His?

Aizawa doesn't dare interrupt his student.

"Notmale? I mean, obviously male isn't a marker for gender, so of course my gender wouldn't be male!" Kaminari laughs awkwardly, digging shaking fingers into bruised thighs. "But maybe it's also not boy? Like, maybe…" his throat feels like it's plugged.

His ?

"Maybeinsteadit'sgirl?" Kaminari rushes out in one breath, unable to believe the words that just came out. It was like they had a mind of their own, and there was nothing Kaminari could do to stop them.

The capture scarf loosens around the aspiring hero, and Aizawa's eyes are suddenly so soft and so much fonder than Kaminari's ever seen them, filled with an emotion the teen can't place. It's almost like it's... understanding?

"Kaminari…" Aizawa starts. 

Kaminari tenses every muscle in his (her?) body.

"Are you coming out to me?" Aizawa asks, and it's with none of the malice or apprehension or disgust that Kaminari expected. His voice is undeniably caring, and the same understanding undertones are present there that were in his eyes. 

Kaminari doesn't get it.

"Uh," he (no, that's definitely not right. That's all wrong.) answers, very intelligently.

"You don't have to answer right away. It's okay to be scared. Normal, even. I'm just really glad you decided to say something."

His words are all the right ones, and Kaminari nearly bursts into tears right then and there.

"Fuck," she (that's much better.) croaks out, the word broken as it falls from her lips.

Aizawa doesn't even reprimand her for swearing. 

He stands, walks over to her, places a grounding hand on her shoulder.

And then the dam breaks, and Kaminari throws herself onto her teacher, hugging him tighter than she's ever hugged anyone before. Her tears are staining his hero costume. She's messy, letting out loud sobs as she holds her teacher close.

She feels his hands settle hesitantly onto her hair, and that only sends her into a second wave of tears.

"Fuck, Aizawa-sensei, I think I'm a girl," she cries.

He keeps petting her head, lets her tears die down into soft sniffles. She pulls away from him once she's recovered her breath, and he smiles in a way he hopes comes across as soft.

"I'm really proud of you, Kaminari," he tells her.

"Sorry I messed up your clothes," she apologizes lamely, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes.

"You didn't mess anything up, I'll just throw it in the wash and be done with it. No big deal," he reassures. A beat goes by. His tone shifts. "I'm assuming I'm the first person you told?"

She nods, unsure of whether or not she can keep the tears at bay if she opens her mouth.

"Do you want to tell anyone else? Do you want my help? I think it would be a good thing for you to talk to Hound Dog after all, he is also trained in gender therapy, and can help you through this," he suggests.

"Uh. I think I'm going to tell my classmates tonight. But. Maybe. I should tell the other teachers. You know, so they can know."

So they don't misgender her, she doesn't say.

"Okay, I can definitely help with that. If you want. What pronouns would you prefer to go by? Do you have a name you would rather be called?"

She didn't think she did. But then her mouth is moving before she can stop it. "Mirai. And she/her, I think."

She's never even tested the name in her mouth, but the moment she says it she realizes it feels like home. It's so right , in a way Denki never was. 

"Do you want me to send word to all of your teachers? I can update the class roster as well," Aizawa suggests. 

He's so quick to figure out what she needs, so spot-on that she can't help but wonder how he knows all the right things to say, to ask, to do.

"How do you know all this? I mean, how are you being so nonchalant?" She corrects herself. 

It's not much better the second time out, but it's a little less accusatory. She hopes.

He only grins. 

"My name wasn't always Shouta, you know. And my chest wasn't always this flat."

And like a brick wall, the realization hits her. Of course he knows all the right things to say. Of course he approaches the subject with just the right amount of caution, without walking on eggshells around her. Of course he understands. He's done this.

"You're…" she trails off.

"As trans as can be. But really, do you need me to tell your other teachers?" He circles back around to the more pressing question. 

"Yeah. And the roster thing," she nods.

"Can you write out your name for me? So I don't get the kanji wrong," he asks.

And she does. 

And if she's beaming brighter than she has any right to be after an incredibly long day of school, that's her problem.

~~~

She absolutely avoids everyone in the common room when she returns to the dorms, not responding when her friends call out to her with that name , the one that will never again feel right. Not after this. Not after she's finally understood what was going on in her head.

She runs straight up to her dorm room, feeling a pang of hurt stab through her chest as she passes the 'boys' sign to get to her floor. She loses herself in her phone after collapsing onto her bed, watching stupid videos and liking every meme she comes across on instagram. The only thing that reminds her it isn’t a normal day is when her friends begin blowing up her phone, asking what happened, how she's still alive, is she okay, did she actually shit her pants and is that why she ran to her room so quickly?

She smiles at the messages, but doesn't respond. Not until she pulls up the class group chat, selecting the message she had originally sent to follow up the meme, and replying directly to it.

All of her classmates look at their phones as they buzz, a new notification from the class group chat.

ʳᵉᵖˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ: ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜᶦˢ ᵈᵘᵈᵉ, ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵖʳᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵇᵘᵗᵗᵒⁿ ᶦᵐᵐᵉᵈᶦᵃᵗᵉˡʸ, ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒⁿ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢʰᶦᵗ ᴵ'ᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ²⁰ ᵇᵘᶜᵏˢ... ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ˡᵉˢˢˀ

Pikachu⚡: she said with all too much confidence

And then the group chat promptly explodes, vibrating Kaminari's phone so much she nearly drops it.

PinkyPoo: WHAT?!?!

AlwaysHard: DUDE??????

Float>:( : KAMINARI? IS THERE SOMETHING YOU NEED TO TELL US?!!?!

Sticky( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): EXPLAIN.

Ribbit🐸: damn.

KingExplosionMurderDynamight>:\ : EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!

She gets a private message, among the barrage from the group chat.

AllAboutThatBass(gay): Hey, can I come over?

It's calm, and maybe Jiro is just chill enough that Kaminari feels comfortable talking to her.

Pikachu⚡: my door's unlocked

Less than two minutes pass before Jiro is slowly opening the door, stepping into her friend's room tentatively.

"Hey," she greets.

"Hey," Kaminari responds. 

She tries not to think too hard about how deep her voice is compared to Jiro's.

"So, do we have another lesbian in the class?" Jiro asks, and it's so ridiculous and the opposite of what Kaminari was expecting, that it sends the girl into a fit of laughter. 

She thinks she might be slightly delirious.

"Jiro, we both know I could never settle for just one gender," she chuckles when her laughter subsides. "But yeah. Same idea."

"Do you need Momo to make you a new uniform?" Jiro proposes.

She didn't even think about that. Of course her friends did. They're so considerate. She loves them.

"Fuck yeah."

"Are you okay?"

It's such a loaded question that Kaminari really isn't sure how to answer it. So she doesn't.

"I uh, could you call me Mirai from now on?" She changes the subject.

"Of course. Can I hug you?"

Kaminari is in her arms before she can finish her sentence. Jiro runs her fingers through her friend's hair.

"You know this doesn't change how any of us think of you, right? You're still the same Kaminari as before, just probably a lot happier. And the only thing we care about is you being happy," Jiro murmurs. 

Kaminari lets out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you too. We all do."

A few minutes go by with them just like that, enjoying each other's warmth.

"I'm probably hogging you. Mina definitely wants to talk," Jiro points out.

"She can come in whenever she wants," Kaminari waves her hand lazily.

Though she does pick up her phone to check the group chat. There are quite a few messages, from nearly everyone in the class. Her favorite is Hagakure's.

NowYouSeeMe(I'm Lying): A DAY!?!?!?

It's not long before Ashido is knocking on Kaminari's door and the entire Bakusquad is cramming into her bed. Surprisingly, including their namesake.

"Hey, idiot," Bakugo ruffles Kaminari's hair affectionately, and the girl thinks they must've been infiltrated by the League or something, because there is absolutely no way Bakugo was just nice to her.

"The fuck is wrong with you? Are you Toga? Don't lie to me, what's Bakubro's birthday?" She narrows her eyes at the boy, holding him an arm's length away.

"Jesus, did you just use your quirk or are you really just this stupid, Sparky? You really don't think Toga would know my birthday?" The gruff boy grunts, slapping her hands away from his shoulders.

He's right, of course. And there's also no way someone with Toga's personality could stand to act like Bakugo for this long.

"So why are you being... nice?" She hesitates, but doesn't stop him as he tugs her head into his lap and starts fidgeting with her hair.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay, idiot, but if you want me to leave, I'll go," he growls, his palms heating with his quirk. 

Kaminari grabs his wrist before he can explode her hair, and smiles happily at her tsundere friend.

"You looooove me!" She giggles, drawing out the word.

"The fuck I don't, Pikachu!" He shouts, but makes sure not to jostle her head too much as he adjusts his seating position.

The rest of the squad coos at his show of affection, still piled up on Kaminari's bed behind the two blondes. 

Kaminari notices two things when Bakugo shifts her head in his lap. The first is the distinct lack of... anything that she would expect to encounter so close to his crotch. She can almost shrug it off. Can almost blame it on Bakugo having a small dick, which would honestly partially explain his raging inferiority complex. But. The second thing she notices is a distinct pattern underneath his tight t-shirt. A set of raised lines she had never been able to notice before, not without being this close to the explosive teen. Ones that could be explained away as an undershirt. Except they stop right below his chest.

And, just like with Aizawa, the puzzle pieces come together to reveal a magnificent picture, something she really didn't expect from Bakugo. Though, to her earlier point, it also might explain his inferiority complex. Especially when related to Midoriya, who he's known since he was a baby. Who he had to watch grow into a body he could only wish to have.

She gets it. She really, truly , gets it. Enough to prompt her to poke his abs (I mean, they're right there ) and lower her voice so he leans down to hear her.

"Can I talk to you later? Alone?" She asks quietly.

She hopes her expression doesn't reveal too much about what she now knows.

"Why are you getting all conspiratorial on me all of a sudden, Sparky?" He mutters quietly, but the fingers in her hair tell her, Of fucking course, why the hell wouldn't I?

She smiles brightly and laughs loudly at every stupid joke, and she can't believe she had been denying herself this happiness when it was right here all along, waiting to be scooped up.

~~~

"So. What the fuck did you need to talk to me about, Pikachu?" Bakugo grunts as soon as the last of their friends leave Kaminari's room.

She resists so fucking hard to pull out the homophobic dog meme and say, "I know what you are" while side-eyeing him. She thinks he might actually kill her if she does that. Eh, well, maybe he'll char her body so bad they won't be able to tell what sex she was and she won't have to worry about the mortification from beyond the grave as she watches her body get donated to science, and become an ancient relic in the distant future, forever labeled as male (because obviously her body will get donated to science and obviously she will be an important relic of the past. Obviously.).

"Hello?" Bakugo is snapping his fingers in front of her face and pulling her out of her morbid fantasy.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry Bakubro," she collects herself. 

She takes a deep breath. There's a long stretch of silence between them. She is trying to plan her words on the fly, and it really isn't working. 

"I know what you are."

Fuck .

He starts setting off little explosions, contained enough that they won't burn down the dorm building but large enough they definitely char some of her personal items.

"I KNOW THAT'S FROM THAT STUPID FUCKING MEME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT-" Bakugo screams, lunging at Kaminari.

Okay, she definitely deserved that.

"AHHH!!! I'm sorry Bakugo, I really didn't mean to say it like that!" She wails, begging for mercy as he threatens her fluffiest blanket.

"FUCK YOU TALKING ABOUT, DUNCE FACE?" He's still raging at her, but her blanket is saved from more than singed edges when she rips it out of his grip.

She knows she has no time before their classmates are piling into her room, to check on her, to see what happened. To assess the damage.

"FUCK! SHIT!" She screams, dodging one of his larger explosions. 

It ends up burning some manga on the shelf behind her, and she starts to realize that these dorms really aren't built for impromptu hero student sparring sessions.

"REALLY REALLY! BAKUGO! KATSUKI!"

The use of his first name stops him in his tracks, and he suddenly understands that she is serious, despite all the signs she has given leading up to this point.

She manages to shove the classmates she knew would come back out into the hallway, locking the door behind them. She is suddenly very glad for the soundproofing design of the rooms, because she knows her classmates will be pressing their ears against the door like the nosy shits they are. She takes a second, catches her breath, and gets ready to speak normally to her friend. Her trans friend. The friend she now automatically has a deeper connection with, whether he likes it or not.

"Shit, why'd you pull out my first name?" Bakugo mutters, stifling the rest of his small explosions by clenching his fists tight.

"Bakugo. I-" she steps toward him, gets all up in his personal space. 

Before he has a chance to step back, she pokes him, this time along one of the straps she can trace under his t-shirt. She steps even closer, close enough that their bodies are brushing together and she can feel the distinct lack of dick in his crotch area.

"You're trans," she whispers, and it's like the weight of the world falls off the boy's shoulders.

His entire body sags with relief, and he drops his head onto her shoulder. It's certainly not the reaction she was expecting.

"Takes one to know one, Sparky," he mumbles into her shoulder, and Kaminari can feel his mouth forming the words on her body.

She embraces him, and he melts even more into her body. She smiles into his shoulder.

"Bakugo-"

"Please. Don't…" his words trail off, but she knows what he's getting at.

"Katsuki. I think you should spend the night," she amends.

"You really think they're gonna let a boy and girl room together?" He snorts.

"Please. Aizawa has watched us fall asleep in a dogpile so many times I'm pretty sure he's shocked when he finds us alone," Kaminari huffs.

"Yeah but. This is different."

She pulls away, and he tries to chase her, to get the warm body back, pressing against his own.

"Why is it different?"

A spark in her chest. She's not sure where it comes from.

"Cuz. It's just us. Just us two," he rolls his eyes.

"I think Aizawa will understand the need for mutual comfort after a long and arduous day of coming out," Kaminari laughs.

"As if. You sent one text in a group chat."

"Hey! I came out to Aizawa right before that! In person and everything! There was crying, Katsuki," she points at him, speaking in a mock-serious tone.

"He tell you about himself?" Bakugo asks.

"Yeah. How'd you find out?"

The boy huffs like it's the most ridiculous question that's ever been asked. "It's fucking obvious."

"Oh?" Kaminari raises an eyebrow.

"Guess your transdar didn't show up until you came out, huh?" Bakugo grunts, jumping onto Kaminari's bed.

"Any other trans people at UA I need to know about?" Kaminari nudges Bakugo aside before flopping down next to him, turning her head to look at her friend.

"I think that's for me to know and you to find out, chismosa ," Bakugo grumbles.

"What the hell? You're spending way too much time around Sero!" Kaminari complains, wrapping her arms around the prickly boy and shoving her face into his chest.

The Bakusquad had long discussed Bakugo’s massive pecs—which absolutely make sense, given his workout routine—but she realizes now that it's something the boy tries to hide, rather than the result of highly intensive training. Obviously, she doesn't care either way. But she does think he makes a better pillow because it's not just pure muscle under there.

There's a knock on Kaminari's door, and it's soft enough for her to know it can't be any of the Bakusquad, but she also doesn't recognize it as one of her more calm classmate's knocks. She gets out of bed, hating that she has to leave the comfort of Bakugo's chest, and unlocks the door, pulling it open to reveal Aizawa.

"Oh. Hey, Aizawa-sensei," Kaminari greets, sure he's going to make Bakugo leave.

"Kaminari," he nods, "I just wanted to let you know that the changes you requested have been made, and hopefully you'll be able to move to the other side of the dorms as soon as possible."

A smile lights up Kaminari's face, and she glances back at Bakugo, excited.

"Bakugo," Aizawa nods to the boy.

"Sensei," Bakugo responds. "You're not gonna kick me out, are you?"

"I think Kaminari deserves to be around a friend after the day she's had," Aizawa shrugs.

He quirks an inquisitive eyebrow at Kaminari, gesturing with his head towards the hallway. She steps out with him, and he looks around to make sure there aren't any classmates lingering around.

"Did you tell your classmates?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah. They know. Thank you. For. You know. Doing this for me. And accepting me and all that," She looks down as she thanks him, unable to make eye contact.

"Mirai." She looks up, startled by the use of her first name, "I want you to know that my door is always open, okay? If you need anything, just tell me and I'll figure out how to take care of it. I know how hard this time is going to be for you, and I can't stress enough how important it is that you have someone to talk to."

Fuck. She swallows hard.

"Can I hug you?" She asks.

He opens his arms, and she falls into them, so incredibly grateful that she is surrounded by such supportive people. When she pulls away, she smiles gratefully at her teacher and retreats to her room, closing the door again.

"You good, Sparky?" Bakugo frowns.

"It's so weird that you're being nice, I really didn't think you had it in you-"

She is cut off by a feral pomeranian jumping onto her, tackling her to the ground.

"Fine then, I won't be nice any more!" He grins sadistically, giving her a noogie.

"Please! I surrender! I want the calm Katsuki back!" She shrieks, trying to throw him off of her.

They wrestle for a while, until both of them are panting and sweaty messes, when she suggests they shower and calm down for dinner. Bakugo watches her protectively as she walks into the men's showering area, keeping a close eye on her reactions to the sign. She doesn't break down. He is glad.

When they get to dinner, Yaoyorozu is waiting with a bundle of clothes in hand, and presents Kaminari with the women's UA uniform. When Kaminari returns to her room after dinner, she is a little surprised and slightly embarrassed to find a training bra and various styles of panties mixed in with the shirt and skirt. Bakugo helps her figure out where the training bra is supposed to sit on her chest, and flicks her forehead when she glances at the pile of panties with her brow furrowed.

"You don't have to wear them if you don't want to, Sparky. They're uncomfortable as shit, anyway," he grumbles.

"Says you," Kaminari teases.

"Yeah, and every other person who's been forced to wear those monstrosities. Just start with the boyshorts, at least."

And even though they're called boyshorts, it's obvious Yaoyorozu had tried to make them frilly and less boxer-like. She is eternally grateful for all of her friends.

She falls asleep next to Bakugo in pink lacy boyshorts and a cutoff All Might crop top, a smile on her face.

~~~

"Heyyyy! Why the hell does Kaminari get to move to the girls side of the dorms but not any of us? Why can't I get that unrestricted access to all of the girl's rooms?" Mineta whines, saliva overflowing from his mouth as he imagines the girl's dorms. He inches towards the right side of the dorms while he speaks, getting dangerously close to actually entering the girl's side.

Sero has the boy wrapped and disposed of before anyone can even blink, and Kaminari really loves her friends.

"We should really get Aizawa to expel him," Ashido points out.

"Do you think I can actually finally talk him into it?" Kaminari asks the class.

They're all gathered in the common room, sending Kaminari off onto the side of the dorms she belongs to, and the girls are all helping her bring her bags to her new room.

"Absolutely. I bet he's gone in a day," Sero grins.

"I think it'll take longer. I mean, he has to do all the paperwork, right? My money's on a week," Hagakure bets.

The rest of the class chimes in with their guesses, and an official betting pool is set up. Iida is chopping his arms wildly, attempting to stop the illegal underage betting ring that has just been formed.

"You fuckers are all stupid as hell. He's kicking him out the second he hears," Bakugo's voice cuts through all of the chatter.

The rest of the class accepts his bet, but all look very skeptical.

"I second Bakugo. Winner takes all?" Kaminari grins devilishly.

"Fine. Ten bucks per person," Ashido slams her hand down on the coffee table, taking up the role of bet collector.

So Kaminari heads over to the teacher dorms, knocks on Aizawa's room, and is surprised when the door is yanked open with incredible force, revealing a frazzled teacher.

"What? What is it? Is something wrong? What happened?" Aizawa demands, asking the questions in rapid succession.

"It's Mineta. He was being weird again, but this time also transphobic. Please, Aizawa-sensei, please expel him!" Kaminari begs.

Aizawa's eyes blaze with anger, and his expression shifts into that of a snarl.

"I've been trying to expel him since the harassment reports began, but his family is connected to Principal Nezu and his comments have never been seen as extreme enough to warrant action. What exactly did he do?" The teacher asks.

"He complained about me moving to the girl's side and talked about wanting to have unrestricted access to the girl's rooms. And he almost walked into the actual girl's dorms, but Sero stopped him before he got close," Kaminari explains.

"I'll be right back," Aizawa frowns, heading in the direction of the school.

Kaminari hopes that means he's going to talk to Principal Nezu.

~~~

Five minutes later, everyone in class 1-A is forced to hand over ten dollars to Ashido, before she counts it and distributes the amount evenly to both Bakugo and Kaminari.

"How did you know?" Hagakure pouts, holding tightly to her money.

"You guys are fucking oblivious. I'm just better than all of you extras," Bakugo scoffs, crossing his arms.

"Kacchan! That's so rude!" Midoriya exclaims, poking his childhood best friend in the bicep.

"You guys are just being sore losers," Kaminari laughs, taking the stack of bills Ashido offers him.

"I'm going to have a pamper party in my room to celebrate our newest addition to the girls dorms, anyone who wants to come is welcome! There will be face masks, nail polish, makeup, and hair accessories!" Ashido grins.

"Anyone? As in, even the boys?" Kaminari clarifies.

"Yes, even the boys, as long as they let us do something to them," Ashido's eyes glint with something predatory as she speaks, and all of the boys collectively take a step back.

Except for Bakugo, who is currently stuck in the vice grip of Kaminari.

"Kat-su-kiiiii," Kaminari sings.

"Fuck you, I'm not going to that thing!" Bakugo grumbles, trying to free his arm from Kaminari's hold.

"Oh, I don't think that's for you to decide," she laughs, dragging Bakugo in the direction of her new room.

The boy sends a pleading glance to the rest of his classmates, but none of them move to help him. Traitors.

When Kaminari enters her room, the first thing she does is deposit Bakugo on her bed.

"Fuck, Sparky, when did you get so strong?" Bakugo complains, rubbing his arm where she was holding onto it.

"I've always been strong. You just never noticed," she rolls her eyes, beginning to unpack her belongings from the duffel bag she threw them in.

Bakugo begins to help her without being asked, hanging her wrinkled clothes in her new closet.

"Jesus, how did this shit even get this wrinkled?" Bakugo scrunches his nose and holds up one of Kaminari's uniform shirts.

"Hey! Don't be mean!" Kaminari complains, snatching the shirt from his hands and hanging it up herself.

Bakugo just scoffs, moving onto the clothes that go in her dresser.

"Why do you even have this? I know for a fact you're not wearing it. It's barely even an item of clothing," Bakugo holds up an incredibly skimpy pair of panties, the red lace completely see-through and hardly there at all.

Kaminari's face blushes bright red when she sees what Bakugo is talking about, grabbing the underwear and shoving her friend over, as if that will make him forget what he saw.

"UM!" She squeaks, hiding the underwear behind her back.

"Sparky, that is far from the worst thing I've seen in your clothes, don't act all embarrassed. You look stupid," Bakugo huffs.

"Befriending you was such a mistake!" She groans, shoving the pair of panties at the very back of her dresser drawer, quickly covering it up with other underwear.

"Tch. Yeah right," Bakugo flops onto her bed, lacing his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling.

A nagging feeling creeps up on Kaminari, a thought pulling at the back of her mind. She hates to accuse her friend, but can't ignore the sense that something might be wrong.

"Hey, Katsuki?" She asks, continuing to put her clothes away so she has something to do with her hands and an excuse not to make eye contact.

"What?" He grunts.

"You don't... um. Talk to any of the other guys about me, right? Like. In the typical guy way."

She is all too familiar with locker room talk, having grown up around a lot of guys who did talk about women like that. It's absolutely gross, and she doesn't want to believe her friend would do anything like that, but she needs to ask anyway.

"Fuck you talking about Pikachu?" Bakugo growls.

She sees him sit up out of the corner of her eye. She doesn't turn to look at him.

"Like. You know. You don't talk to the other guys about the stuff I wear or, like, the things I got from Momo. Right?"

Her eyes are trained on the t-shirt she's holding, and she refuses to tear her focus away from the clothes.

Bakugo doesn't say anything, but she hears her bed creak and is suddenly being held by strong arms. He hooks his chin over her shoulder, his hair brushing Kaminari's face.

"What the fuck makes you think I would ever do something like that? Really? You think I didn't get objectified by men all the time before I transitioned? You think I don't know what it feels like to get talked about behind your back? Fuck, Mirai, the amount of times men have told me that I'd be a challenge for them, a prize after a game well fought. I would literally never talk about any woman like that. Ever. Especially not you."

His voice is soft as he speaks, and Kaminari has to force her tears to stay in her eyes and not fall down her cheeks.

"Katsuki, I-" she turns her head to face him, but cuts herself off when she realizes how close they actually are.

Their noses are nearly touching, and she can feel his breath ghosting across her own lips. Her face goes hot, and she has no doubt she is bright red. He doesn't pull away, and his face is the picture of calm, not a hint of any of the embarrassment she is feeling.

Before she can figure out what's happening, he pecks her forehead and stands up, mumbling something about needing to piss. She is left staring at the doorway as he leaves her room, wondering what the hell just happened. It was such an affectionate move, so out of the ordinary for Bakugo, and not at all what she was expecting at that moment.

She buries her face in her hands when she realizes what she was expecting, what she wanted . Fuck. She cannot want to kiss Bakugo. Especially after he seems to have made it clear that he only sees her as a friend.

She doesn’t.

Right?

She's in deep shit.

~~~

Kaminari forces Bakugo to come along for the pamper party in Ashido's room, and he is dragged down the hallway with minimal swearing.

"I am not letting you do makeup on me!" The boy insists, sitting next to Kaminari on the ground beside Ashido's bed.

"Fine. But! You have to at least let me do your nails," Ashido proposes, already grabbing a few different nail polish colors.

"Fucking hell. Remind me again why I'm even here?" He groans.

Kaminari throws herself across his lap dramatically, effectively pinning him in place.

"Cuz you looooove us!" She giggles.

He just scoffs. "As if, Dunce Face."

"Awww, come on Bakugo, don't be like that!" Hagakure teases.

As Bakugo starts combing through her hair, Kaminari can't help but think back to what happened earlier that day. She feels her face heat up as she remembers what his lips felt like against her forehead, and sits up abruptly.

"Fuck, Sparky, don't do that so suddenly," Bakugo curses, yanking her hair lightly.

"Sorry," she smiles.

"Hey Bakugo, do you think you could get us some snacks from the kitchen?" Momo asks.

He rolls his eyes, but leaves without a complaint.

Kaminari suddenly finds herself being stared down by six pairs of eyes.

"We should have at least five minutes. Spill," Ashido demands.

"What? Spill what?" Kaminari holds her hands up, unsure what brought this up.

"You and Bakugo! There's something going on between you two," Uraraka narrows her eyes.

"Yeah, friendship. We're friends," Kaminari crosses her arms across her chest.

"Right. Because Bakugo lets just anyone be that touchy with him," Hagakure says conspiratorially.

"We're just really close! We have nothing beyond platonic feelings for each other!" Kaminari attempts to convince them.

"Nope. Absolutely not. You're not fooling anyone, Mi-chan. It's clear as day that you like him," Ashido pushes.

Kaminari cannot believe this is happening to her right now.

"I have no idea what you are even talking about," she denies.

"Come on, just admit it! We can help!" Hagakure bounces.

"I won't admit anything because there is nothing to admit," Kaminari shakes her head.

"Mirai. Seriously. Even I can see it," Jiro stares at her friend.

It's the admission from her usually drama-avoidant friend that gets Kaminari to stop in her tracks. Her mind drifts to earlier, the way she had hoped something was going to happen. How it felt to be that close to Bakugo.

"Fuck, guys, seriously, if you mention anything he will definitely blow me up. And then the school. I do not want this to become a thing."

Hagakure, Ashido, and Uraraka squeal while Jiro smiles at her friend.

"I don’t think Bakugo would be that adverse to your confession," Asui admits, a finger on her chin.

"No! I know for a fact that he doesn't like me," Kaminari looks down, her hands twisting in her lap.

"How can you be sure?" Ashido prods.

"Because he didn't kiss me, okay?" She blurts out in a rush, "Earlier, he got really close to me, and I thought he was maybe going to kiss me, but then he kissed my forehead instead, like a concerned parent! God, this is so embarrassing," she draws her knees up to her chest, burying her head in them.

"Sounds to me like he chickened out, kero," Asui points out.

A chorus of agreeing murmurs almost gets Kaminari to believe that. Almost.

"No. There's no way he likes me," she shakes her head.

"What if we just try to get a confession from him? Like, put a little pressure on him to say something? We don't have to mention anything about you," Uraraka suggests.

"You guys can do whatever you want. I'm telling you, there's no way he-"

"The fuck are you extras talking about now?" Bakugo interrupts her, slamming the door open with at least five different bags of chips in his arms.

"We were just wondering if you had feelings for anyone, Bakugo," Ashido flutters her eyelashes innocently at him.

"Of course I have feelings for people. I got a lot of fucking feelings for everyone in this goddamn room. Mainly anger," he growls, throwing the bags onto the ground.

The girls have arranged themselves into somewhat of a circle, and Bakugo joins it by sitting behind Kaminari and hugging her to his chest. Ashido sends her a pointed look.

"Not those kinds of feelings, Bakugo, don't be dense!" Hagakure teases.

"Romantic feelings! Who do you have romantic feelings for?" Uraraka jumps in.

"The fuck you talking about? Of course I don't have that sappy shit for anyone! I don't get distracted that easily!" Bakugo yells, small explosions popping in his closed fists.

Kaminari sends her own look at Ashido this time. The pink-skinned girl only raises an eyebrow.

"Then why are you getting so defensive?" Ashido presses.

"I'M NOT FUCKING DEFENSIVE!" Bakugo yells, untangling himself from around Kaminari and snatching a bag of chips from the center of the circle.

"You sound pretty defensive, Bakugo. Just tell us. Are they a boy or a girl?" Jiro joins in.

"Fuck all of you," Bakugo growls, stuffing his mouth with chips.

"Are they in our class?" Hagakure asks.

"It's gotta be someone you're close to, so someone from the Bakusquad, right?" Ashido grins, her entire face lighting up.

Bakugo's cheeks flush slightly, which certainly doesn't help his case.

"Oh my god, it's totally someone from the Bakusquad. Are they in this room right now?" Uraraka leans in.

Kaminari winces at how obvious they’re being.

"FUCK ALL OF YOU! I'M LEAVING!" Bakugo shouts, exploding the bag of chips he was holding and stomping out of the room.

"Kaminari, I think you need to go get your man," Hagakure encourages.

Kaminari blushes, but follows Bakugo, because that's what friends do. And it's what she would do even if she did just think of him in a platonic way. Friends check in on each other.

She finds him outside of the dorm building, setting off explosions and seething. She watches him for a while, until the explosions begin to die down.

"Katsuki."

His head whips around, gaze landing on Kaminari.

"I don't want to talk about that stupid gossip," he growls.

She walks over to him, staring into his eyes.

"Then we don't have to talk about gossip. But. I think there's probably something that I should tell you. I think it's also going to completely ruin our relationship, and I totally get it if you never want to see me or speak to me again. But please let me say what I need to say."

"There's not a lot you could say to make me never want to see you again," Bakugo mutters.

"Maybe. But I have reason to believe you really don't want to hear this," she shrugs.

"Just spit it out!"

"Fine," she takes a breath, "Katsuki, I um. I like you. In a way that's, like... beyond friendship. In a romantic way. Like, I want to kiss you. Fuck. I'm really sorry, I'll leave now."

She turns, and begins to walk towards the dorm entrance, when a firm hand wraps around her wrist and pulls her backward. Bakugo's hands find her face, drag her close and hold her as he kisses her. It's rough, and angry, all teeth and no tenderness. It's exactly what she expected from him, and so much better than she ever could have imagined.

She doesn't quite believe what's just happened, until they're separating and both panting, Bakugo's hands still on her face. Her eyes are wide, she knows, and Bakugo's expression matches her own. It's almost like he surprised himself.

"Fuck."

"Shit, Mirai, I didn't mean to-"

"Please tell me this means you also like me. Because if it doesn't, I'm going to have some words with you about situational awareness," Kaminari cuts him off.

"Of course it fucking does. I don't make it a habit to kiss people I don't like," he grunts.

"Oh, thank fucking god," she sighs, feeling her shoulders relax.

"You're so stupid," he rolls his eyes.

"Obviously that's your type," she raises an eyebrow at him.

He punches her shoulder. "Shut the fuck up."

"Wanna go back to my room?"

"Fuck yeah."

~~~

The girls figure out what happened soon enough, though the couple make an effort to avoid PDA. Or at least, any more than they already showed when they were just friends. Kaminari doesn't think that anyone else in their class knows about them, though Bakugo did warn her that Midoriya is really good at figuring out when something has changed around his best friend.

They're hanging out in Bakugo's room when the world falls apart. Rather, that's what it feels like to Kaminari because of how embarrassed she is.

They're making out on his bed, getting a little handsy, because they're teenagers who are dating and what else is there to do, really, when Bakugo's door is opened. Which wouldn't necessarily be the end of the world, if it was literally anyone other than their teacher standing on the other side.

Both of the teens freeze, Bakugo with one hand up Kaminari's shirt and Kaminari on top of him, sucking a hickey on his neck.

"Fuck," Aizawa mutters.

The two leap apart, scrambling as far away from each other as possible, and Kaminari begins stuttering out an explanation.

"Aizawa-sensei, it's not what it looks like-"

"Yeah. I don't get paid enough for this. I was coming here to tell you two that there's going to be a movie night tonight, but just... don't have sex in the dorms. For the love of god. Or at least lock the door. And use protection."

"Aizawa-sensei!" Kaminari shrieks.

"Got it, sensei," Bakugo huffs.

"And I don't want to know any more about this. Ever again," he glares at both of them.

"Yup," they say at the same time.

"Also. You two are no longer allowed to spend the night in each other’s rooms."

He closes the door and they exchange glances before Kaminari opens her mouth.

"So I hated that," she says casually.

"Yeah, no, that will never happen again," Bakugo shudders.

"Why did he have to mention sex?" She slaps her hands over her face.

"I mean..." Bakugo trails off.

"No! I don't want to think about it! If we do have sex, it is not happening in the dorms!" She cries.

"Whatever you say, Sparky," he grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer to him.

"Jesus fucking christ. I did not want him to find out like that. I think I would've been okay with him never knowing, actually," Kaminari groans.

"Well, now we know it'll never happen again," Bakugo points out.

She nods in agreement.

~~~

AllAboutThatBass(gay): look at these lovebirds...

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Float>:( : awwww they're so cute!!!

CreaTEA: truly a power couple

Sticky( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): UMMM?!?!

AlwaysHard: GUYS WHAT IS HAPPENING

2Shiny2Quit✨: Ah, young love 🥹💫

Bones?IBrokeThem:( : I KNEW IT!!!!

AlwaysHard: BAKUBRO??? KAMINARI?!!!! SINCE WHEN????

KingExplosionMurderDynamight>:\ : SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!

Pikachu⚡: guess the cat's out of the bag :/

Sticky( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): HELLO?????