Tales of Starry Skies

Kirishima sighs and leans back in his seat. “Never a dull moment in this class, am I right?” Bakugou and Midoriya were once again fighting and took it a little far during hero training, so Aizawa took them to chew them out while the rest of the class is supposed to be working on homework.

“Nope!” Mina agrees cheerfully. “Especially with those two around!”

Kaminari reaches above his head and stretches. “Man, those two saved us! Now we’ve got basically a free period!”

Iida appears behind the blond with his signature hand-chopping. “Aizawa-Sensei said that we should be using this time to work on material for another class, and it would be disrespectful to misuse the time!”

“Aw c’mon man! Just chill out!”

As Kaminari and Iida start to go back and forth, Mina puts a finger to her chin in thought. “A free period, huh?” Suddenly, an evil glint appears in her eyes and she swiftly gathers all the girls in one corner of the classroom and starts whispering furiously. The other girls’ eyes light up and they start to smile. A mischievous aura starts to emanate from their corner, causing some of the other students to take notice.

“I-is everything alright over there?” Asks Ojiro, subtly scooting back.

Mina grins and nods as Momo and Uraraka head towards the door to the class and block it off, just in case. “Yeah, we just had a little idea of what to do with this free time~”

All the guys shudder at the sweetly-fake tone of her voice.

“Remember how at the Sports Festival, all of us girls had to wear those cheerleading outfits? Well guess who’s turn it is?”

“You-you’re not implying that-” Sero stutters.

“That you’re all going to have to wear them too? Yep!”

Mineta makes a big x with his arms. “No way! I’m no cross-dresser!”

“Aw come on, it’s only fair,” Hagakure pouts. “Isn’t it Iida? We had to wear them, so now the guys have to?”

Iida flushes at being put on the spot like that. On one hand, she does have a point, but on the other, his male classmates seem thoroughly against the idea.

“Don’t let them trick you, Iida!”

“Don’t fall for it!”

“It’s not fair at all!”

The boys are in an uproar, and Iida has to find a way to defuse the situation fast. “How about a compromise?” He proposes, trying to appease both sides.

“A compromise?” asks Jirou.

“Yes, you are determined to get the guys to wear the uniforms, but the guys are heavily against the idea. Is there some middle ground we can find?”

Mina hums in thought. “I mean, I only really need to see one guy wearing it, really.” The other girls agree.

“Yeah, if one of you guys wear it, that’s fine!” Uraraka chimes in.

“Very well! We shall have one of us wear the uniform!” Iida announces.

“Nose goes!” yells Kaminari, his finger flying towards his nose. All the other boys rush to do the same, even a very confused Todoroki. The only one who didn’t manage to do it was…

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

The (H/C) looks up from the book he was absorbed in. “Hm?” He quickly notices how everyone else has their fingers on their noses and pales. “Aw come on, guys! I wasn’t paying attention! That’s not fair!”

“Ah ah ah, the rules are the rules! You didn’t put your finger on your nose in time!” Kaminari wags a finger in (Y/N)’s direction.

(Y/N) sighs and shuts his book. “Alright, fine. What stupid thing did we agree to now?”

Mina clutches his arm excitedly. “We’re gonna dress you up in a cheerleading outfit and make you look like a girl!”

(Y/N) pales. “You’re what?!?!”

“You guys made us wear them at the Sports Festival, so now it’s your turn!”

“But I don’t- guys help me out here, please-”

He looks towards the boys but are met with solemn faces.

“Sorry (Y/N), it’s either you or all of us.” Mineta states.

“Thanks for taking one for the team bro!” Kirishima gives him a thumbs-up.

“Yeah, because of you, we don’t all have to do it!”

“But I really don’t want to-” he tries again, only to be shut down once more.

“You didn’t win nose-goes, so you’ve gotta do it!”

(Y/N) looks insanely uncomfortable as the boys cheer for him and the girls usher him out of the room to dress him up, but he weakens as they convince him that it's only fair and that because he's doing it, the other boys don't have to.

He takes the uniform from Momo and steals Jirou's makeup kit before sending them back to the classroom, surprising the girls but they let him be. They idly chatter as they wait for the (H/C) to come back to the classroom.

"Do you think he actually knows how to use makeup?" Asks Hagakure. "I mean, he is still a guy."

"Maybe he'll surprise us," Momo replies. "After all, makeup is genderless!"

They continue talking, trying to speculate what he could possible look like, but nothing prepares them for the actual thing. The door to the classroom opens softly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think it was a girl standing there. His (H/L) hair, normally kept up and out of his face, has been let down and styled slightly to frame his face. His face has a light dusting of blush and highlight that makes his cheekbones shine, along with natural-looking lips and killer eyeliner with a shimmer or orange across his eyelids. The crop top and skirt work together to reveal a harsh hourglass figure, his waist dipping in while his hips come out, and there’s a surprising amount of cleavage that he sports. The skirt reveals long, shapely legs, looking powerful but feminine. He shifts uncomfortably as the class stares in shock.

“Woah, (Y/N)! You clean up nicely!” Mina shouts, excited.

“You look like an actual girl!” Hagakure claps.

“Maybe we should just make you one of the girls!”

(Y/N) flinches at that, but no one takes any notice. The guys start to comment as well.

“Wow, (Y/N), I didn’t know you knew how to use makeup! That’s really manly, bro!”

“If you were a girl, I’d totally date you!”’

“You actually look really good-”

No one notices (Y/N)’s increasing discomfort, or how he’s starting to look slightly upset. Even as Mineta stalks forward, they talk amongst themselves at how cute and girly he looks.

“You know, those are quite a pair of boobies you’ve got there, (Y/N). Be a pal and let me squeeze them?” He’s got an absolutely perverted look on his face, and (Y/N) crosses his arms over his chest protectively.

“Absolutely not!”

“Why not, man? It’s not like you’re gonna feel it; they’re fake, right?”

(Y/N) flushes and tightens his arms.

“No way! You actually have boobs? What are you, a cross-dresser? I always knew there was something off about you!”

“Shut up!”

Everyone stills as the normally mild-tempered male snaps.

“I’m not a girl! I’m a boy, and I hate every bit of this! So what if I was born this way? It’s not who I am! And I don’t want to hear any of you saying this shit! So just shut up!”

He’s panting hard at the outburst, and everyone’s shocked. None of them notice how the door opens, revealing Bakugou and Midoriya, finally back from getting yelled at by Mr. Aizawa.

“Oi, extras, what the hell is going on in here-”

“Damn, she’s just like her brother.” Mineta shakes his head. “Damn shame, she was so hot too.”

(Y/N) recoils like he’d been slapped, and the class for the first time can see the tears in his eyes. His eyes fight to narrow in anger, because dammit that hurt, he thought that he could trust this class.

“Fuck all of you,” he spits and turns heel and flees. He runs past his brother and his boyfriend standing in the door, not paying them any attention through the tears starting to fall down his face.

No one makes a move. Finally one of the boys in the door speaks up, but it’s not who they were expecting.

“What the fuck.” Midoriya curses, and the entire class startles. Midoriya isn’t one to curse, so for the cinnamon roll to suddenly drop an f-bomb is almost unheard of. “What the hell happened.”

“We- we were dressing up a guy in the cheerleading outfit as revenge from the Sports Festival, and (Y/N) got picked-” Mina stammers in an effort to explain.

“Who knew she was such a hottie,” Mineta drools. “Shame on you Midoriya for hiding her sweet body from us, always pretending she’s a boy.”

The door frame cracks from where Midoriya’s clutching it, his quirk subconsciously activating. “That’s because he is a boy, Mineta.”

“But she’s got boobs and such a hot figure! I bet she’s even got a hot-”

“Shut the hell up you grape!”

Bakugou looks absolutely murderous over hearing his brother referred to in that way. “He’s more of a fucking man than you’ll ever be!”

“At least I have a dick!”

Bakugou stalks towards Mineta, explosions crackling in his palms.

“You want to repeat that again, you dumb grape bastard?”

Mineta finally realizes who he’s talking to and how he’s talking, and starts to backpedal furiously.

“Deku.” Bakugou growls. “Go take care of my dumb brother. He’s probably crying over the shit these extras pulled. I’ll make sure they know how much they fucked up.”

The class shudders as Midoriya nods and runs down the hallway in the direction (Y/N) had fled. He leaves behind him the sounds of explosions and the screams of one short male.

Midoriya heads towards the stairwell, going to the ground layer as he knows that’s where (Y/N) likes to go when he’s upset and will likely be there already. Sure enough, the (H/C) is tucked into the shadows and has his knees pulled into his chest, muffling his cries. Midoriya doesn’t say anything at first, instead just sitting down next to him and rubbing a hand along his back, until (Y/N)’s posture begins to relax and his cries slow. His legs straighten out and he slumps into Midoriya, completely spent.

“Hey there, babe. How’re you feeling?”

(Y/N) just shakes his head where he’s buried it against Midoriya’s arm.

“That’s understandable. Think you could look at me, babe?”

He sniffs again, and slowly looks up at Midoriya. His makeup has been ruined and his eyeliner is smeared around from him crying, but Midoriya doesn’t seem to care.

“There’s my handsome boy.” He takes a tissue out of his pocket and gently wipes away the mess on his face, until (Y/N)’s face is once again clear and clean. Once that’s done, he pulls the other boy into his arms and holds him, a hand coming up to stroke his hair.

“Want to talk about it?”

“You know how the girls wore those cheerleading uniforms at the Sports Festival?” (Y/N) begins quietly after a moment. “They wanted to see the guys in one too. People started to fight over it, and eventually Iida made them reach a compromise. Only one guy had to wear it and I was picked, I guess. They just weren’t expecting me to look like an actual girl, I guess.” He chuckles darkly. “I tried to get out of it, but the girls were so excited and the guys seemed so relieved that it wasn’t them, and I guess I was the best suited for it since I’m-”

His voice cracks and he stumbles over the next part.

“Since I was born as a girl.”

His eyes fill with tears again and he buries his face into Midoriya’s chest.

“What’s wrong with me, Zuku? Why couldn’t I have just been normal?”

“Hey. None of that.” The greenette forces the (H/C) to look up at him. “You’re perfectly normal. They were in the wrong. You obviously didn’t want to do it, and the way Mineta talked to you was not okay.”

The (H/C)’s face crumples at the mention of the short male. “Oh god, Mineta. He thinks- he thinks I’m a girl pretending to be a boy-”

“Which isn’t true and I’m sure Kacchan’s already ripping him and the rest of the class a new one.”

(Y/N) doesn’t say anything, just melts into Midoriya a little more.

“You want to stay here on the floor for a while longer or go back to the dorms so you can get changed and we can cuddle?”

“Second option please.”

“Will do!”

He stands, pulling (Y/N) into his arms and then picking him up in a bridal-carry. Said boy blushes all the way back to the dorms, until Midoriya puts him down on the bed and grabs a set of well-loved oversized All Might pajamas from the closet.

“Here, you can change into these.” He turns his back and looks away while (Y/N) changes, until there’s a tug on his shirt from behind. His boyfriend’s practically drowning in the clothes, but he looks much more comfortable than before. Instantly Midoriya is pulling him to the bed, and they lay down together without a word. The greenette keeps the other cradled to his chest, content with the silence.

“Thank you…” manages (Y/N) after a few minutes. “For all that.”

“Of course!” Midoriya starts stroking a hand through (H/C) locks. “You’re my boyfriend, first of all, and a boy second, and shouldn’t have been forced to do that third. I bet Kacchan’s already taken care of it, but we’re going to make sure the class knows what happened and why that wasn’t okay. Especially Mineta. I love you just the way you are. And nothing can change that.”

(Y/N) tears up again, hiding his face in the other male’s chest. “I love you.”