TRANS BAKUGO KATSUKI THREAD

Bakugo can’t pinpoint when he first starts feeling it, he just knows that it’s always been there. A kind of longing for something he feels like he’ll never have, a type of emptiness that makes him cold and cruel because he feels so, so weak, and afraid

Sometimes it hits at home, when he’s with his mother, and while he resents that old hag for a shitton of garbage, he wishes to himself, small and terrified, that he maybe had the curves she did, or that his jaw was as soft as her. he hates it, hates this feeling

Sometimes it hits when he’s watching tv, when he sees various women playing their roles in dresses, shorts, their voices high and bright, beautiful in a way he’ll never be. He doesn’t know what to call it, or how to deal with it.

So he just lashes out instead

More recently, he feels it at school. When Mina complains to their tight knit group about period pains, when jirou paints her nails while they study, when denki teases, only teases, “listen if any of us were turned into girls, bakugo would be the hottest and we all know it”

And bakugos chest tightens in a way that has him struggling for breath, and he finds an excuse to bolt away from that particular movie night, because fuck them and fuck this feeling, he doesn’t—he’s not a woman, he doesn’t want to be one, he just—

He just thinks women are pretty. That’s it, that’s all—but that doesn’t feel /right/, bakugo knows that’s not all this is, and suddenly he’s sobbing, sliding down the length of his closed door to sit on the floor, gasping through the sobs

Because everything feels so wrong, he wants to crawl out of his own skin, hates being called ‘one of the bros’, hates the hard slope of his muscles, the low gravel of his voice, hates his own fucking /name/ and he’s so out of his depth, he’s drowning, he—

He pulls himself away, after that. Because he doesn’t know what to do. Hes just started his third year at UA, hes got so much more shit on his plate to deal with besides this... this awful mid life fucking /gender/ crisis

So he pulls away and... well. Everyone notices. It would be sweet, he guesses, if he wasn’t so pissed off. Denki tries to get him to play video games, kiri asks him to spar, even Denkis fucking /boyfriend/ asks him out to lunch, to /check/ on him.

No matter how many times he turns them down, they all just keep trying, until about two months into his self imposed exile Mina barges into his bedroom like he fucking owned the place. He usually locks the door, but they’d just gotten back from training,—

And katsuki really didn’t think about it, not expecting her to just.. bound in like that. Not expecting her at all, really. So he scowls at her, opens his mouth to tell her to fuck off, but before he can she says “we’re going shopping.” and he just frowns some more

“So what? Get out of my room and go shopping then, idiot.” And she laughs at him then. “No, blondie, /we’re/ going shopping. Come on, it’ll be fun.” It’s clear shes has enough of his cattyness, and won’t leave unless bakugo forces her out by, like, fighting her.

So he clicks his teeth, changes into something not dripping in sweat, and they go. Bakugo expects more extras, kiri, maybe, he remembers her and him kind of having a fling back in first year. But it’s just them, at the mall, hanging out and it’s.. nice.

He likes Mina a lot. Not... he doesn’t want to date her, but he thinks she’s maybe a little gorgeous and so nice, but also willing to put katsuki in his place when the situation calls for it. He appreciates that about her.

So they shop, and katsuki reins in his bitchyness for the time being. He feels at ease around her, in a way he doesn’t really feel with the guys of the squad. He’s not sure if Mina can sense that about him, or what, but after a few hours, they stop at the food court—

and katsukis stomach drops, because he feels like theyre about to Talk. And he doesn’t—he can’t tell her. About this... weird... thing about himself. Not when he doesn’t even know what’s going on yet. He doesn’t... what if she hates him for it?

What if she thinks it’s some strange sex thing? He can’t even imagine this getting out to the /guys/, fuck, they’d probably be disgusted with him, and then he really would be alone, him and his stupid fucking /perversions/

So he keeps it in and pokes at the rice he got with his chopsticks, waiting for the shoe to drop.

“There’s something going on with you, katsuki.”

And that has his whole body tensing, and he vaguely feels like he’s gonna hurl. He can’t look at her.

Minas voice is soft, reserved in a way shes typically not.

“Talk to me. Please. I—we’re all—“ she stops herself there, and katsuki peeks up at her. She’s looking straight at him, biting the inside of her cheeks as she struggles with the right words.

“You mean so much to me. All of you do, but you’re like—you hold us all together, yknow?” And no, he didn’t know that, he was certain that was kiris job, but she’s continuing before he can think too hard about it

“You make sure we pass class, make sure we eat,—

When I came sobbing to you about kiri in first year you just... you let me. And you told me it would be fine, it would work out—not.. in those exact words, but. I got the gist.” She smiles at that, but it looks sad.

“You comforted me when I needed it. And at the beginning of last year, when Denki was so hung up on ‘that mindfucker punk’, what did you do?” God, he couldn’t do this shit, she was going to make him /cry/ in this public ass place

She clearly wasn’t waiting for an answer, continuing on. “You forced them together. Literally. Locked them in a closet and /everything/. You made Hitoshi a legit member of our squad, included him, made him feel welcome—in your own little hardass way.” His throat felt tight

“You... you made kiri into so much more than he ever thought he could be. You held him up, gave him even more of a reason to fight, believed in him, trusted him. You helped him be who he is today, helped us all be who we are.” It’s clear she’s holding tears back

“You do so much for us. All the time, and.” She takes his hand, then, squeezing tight. It grounds him in a way he didn’t know he needed. “Let us do something for you, for once. Talk to us—to me. Whatever it is, it’ll be ok, we’ll get through it together. We’re here for you.”

Nobody has ever said that to him, before. He knew they were close, and bakugo would reluctantly admit that, yeah, he needed them to get through some rough times. But to have it all laid out in the open like that? To so resolutely say “im not going anywhere”? He almost lost it.

“I... I can’t.” He watches her face fall, and hurries to finish his thought.
“Here, I mean, mina. I can’t—in public. Just.” He sighs, and she squeezes his hand again.
“Mkay. Come on.” So she pulls him up, they dump their trash, and start back towards campus.

She doesn’t let go of his hand the whole way, and it’s wonderful. It keeps him from floating away, from getting too lost in himself. She leads him to her room, and locks the door when they’re inside. He toes off his shoes, she does the same, and he’s not sure where to start

“Sit on the bed.” She instructs, and he does, leaning back against the headboard and bringing his legs up, wrapping his arms around them. She criss crosses her legs opposite him, and waits.
“I... I think there’s something wrong with me, Mina.”

He doesnt realize he’s stopped breathing until Mina unhooks one of his hands and squeezes if.
“Hey. Look at me.” He does, and she’s smiling. “Whatever it is. We’ll pull through. You can tell me what’s wrong, katsuki.” His face crumples, and he hides his face in his knees again

“Don’t fucking call me that. I hate it. I hate that fucking name.” He can’t see ashidos reaction, but she’s still holding his hand.
“You... hate your name? Why?” She sounds about as confused as he feels. He wishes he had an answer for her.

“I don’t know, okay?” Hes snapping at her now, voice harsh as he yanks his hand back. “I don’t fucking know. I just—I hate that name, and I hate my stupid fucking body, and I hate the shit I want to do, fuck. It’s so /stupid/. It’s wrong, Mina, it’s so wrong.”

He had gotten up in the middle of his rant, pacing her bedroom, hands in his hair.
“What is it that you want to do?” Shes still confused, but she’s not angry at him. She just watches him lose his cool, and he sighs, plopping back down on the bed, fight suddenly gone.

“I wanna..” he hums, wiping at his eyes with the heel of his hands. “I wanna be with you, and jirou and ponytail, when you have those stupid girl days. I wanna paint my fingernails, and grow out my hair, maybe, and be soft, and pretty, fuck. God, I’m—im so fucked up, I’m so—“

He’s crying, and Mina suddenly /understands/. She sucks ina sharp breath, and this is it, he thinks, she’s gonna kick him out, call him a freak, tell all of their nosy friends how disgusting he is, but she just—she pulls him in for a hug, and doesn’t let him go.

“It’s not fucked up, nothings wrong with you. Fuck, honey, there’s nothing wrong with you, okay? This is fine. This is okay, you’re okay, thank you for telling me, I’m so proud of you,” and for some reason, that sappy shit just makes him cry /more/.

He doesn’t know how long he cries. When he pulls back, it’s dark outside. And he thinks they might’ve missed dinner. He’s not sure what to say. Mina saves him by speaking.
“Do you—do you feel like you’re a girl, bakugo?” She doesn’t use his given name. He loves her for it.

He feels tired, drained, kind of shaky. He didn’t eat much today. “I—“ he voice cracks. “I think so, Mina. I don’t.. I don’t know, but everything else feels wrong and—“ they’re close enough where she can rub his back, his head resting on her shoulder. It’s nice.

She just shushes him, quiet and thoughtful, for once. “Okay.” She’s pulled him back so she can smile at him. “Okay?” He repeats, a little dumbfounded by how well she seems to be taking this. “Okay, bakuchan.” He doesn’t deserve her, he thinks. Or—she thinks? That sounds right.

“I can use she and her for you, when we’re alone. I don’t know if you want to come out to everybody else, but at least, when it’s just us, you can be you, bakuchan!”Bakugo nods, because she doesn’t know what else /to/ do. “How are you so okay with this?” She asks

“I have an uncle whose transgender. He didn’t come out until pretty recently, so I’m maybe a little more receptive than others.” Bakugo just hums. Is that was she was? Transgender? She never bothered to research how she felt, too freaked out, but.. maybe she should.

“Bakuchan,” Mina commands her attention again. “I can’t speak for everybody, but.” She chews her lip. “We all love you, okay? And if you ever wanted to come out to all of us—sero and ejirou and everyone, they would be okay with it.—

Not that their opinion should matter that much, anyway, because you have to live your life the way that makes you happiest, but-“ she stops herself from going on a tangent. “They’d be really happy for you, I think! Once they digested everything.” She’s bright and optimistic.

Bakugo just sighs. “I don’t know. I think—I think I need to.. figure myself out a little more first.” And Mina just nods.
“Of course!! Take all the time you need. Oh, and one more thing,” she gets up, heads to her closet.

“Your shoulders are wider than mine, but.” She pulls out a few different things; shirts, sweaters, couple of little shorts. Some of these things bakugo hasn’t seen in a while. “I don’t wear this stuff anymore. It won’t fit perfect,—

But it might be nice to try some of these things out, see what you like, maybe. Want them?” Bakugo takes the small pile, holds it close. “Yeah. Yeah, mina, thank you. Fuck, thank you.” And she means it. Mina knows, and just pulls her in for another hug.

“I know it’s hard, coming out. You’re probably real scared, but.” Mina pulls back, holds bakugos cheeks in her hands. “I mean it. It was really brave, you telling me. Im proud of you. And im here if you need anything, okay, bakuchan?” Bakugo wants to cry again

But she just nods, and fights with her emotions all the way back to her dorm room. Fuck. That was more than enough of /that/ for one day. Bakugo plops onto her bed, sighs, and wonders how the hell shes gonna make it through another fucking year. Shitting /Christ/.

((Thinking of doing a time skip maybe?? Just a small one. Idk!! We’ll see (*´꒳`*) ))

so I think despite spilling to mina and mina being totally supportive bakugo is still hella weary about telling anyone else. She ends up talking to mina about it a lot, because she can’t talk to anyone else, and it gets to a point where everybody notices how much they hang

Sero and denki tease bakugo about it one day and she almost blows them up for it; after that they all just figure mina and bakugo are just bffs now. Bakugo eventually spills some to ejirou, if only because eji keeps asking and bakugo has never been good at denying kiri anything

“So you and mina, huh?” Is how it starts, late on night after they’re done doing homework and are laying around on their phones. “The fuck does that mean?” Is bakus automatic response. Ejirou just laughs and clarifies; “you guys hang a lot. Are you... yknow. Together?”

And baku sputters, her eyes cutting to ejirou and clicking her tongue against her teeth. “No, stupid. I don’t like pinky like that.” Baku knows kiri won’t leave it, and isn’t surprised by the follow up. “Oh. Well, still. You guys hang out so much. Is something else going on?”

When baku don’t immediately shoot back an insult, or an answer, kiri knows that it actually is something. “We just have shit to talk about.” Is what baku decides on, and ejirou wish that didn’t hurt as much as it did. “Stuff you can’t talk about with me?”

And /that/ makes baku look guilty. Which kiri doesn’t immediately recognize, because he doesn’t think baku has ever made that kind of face. Ever. He feels bad about putting that expression there. “I mean—it’s cool! Like I get it, no worries, you don’t have to talk to me—“

Baku cuts him off with an annoyed “shut /up/, Jesus fuck.” Kiri shuts up. “I want to. Talk to you. And I will. I just gotta figure my shit out, okay? So fucking drop it or I’ll kill you, eji.” And, well. That’s reasonable enough. “Yeah. Okay.” They go back to their phones.

Before the year is over baku has similar confrontations like the one with kiri with nearly the whole fucking class. They all care about her, to some extent, and baku doesn’t really know how to handle it. So she deflects and says “you’ll find out eventually, fuck off.”

So they graduate, become sidekicks. Kiri stays with fatgum, baku decides to go with endeavors agency. Shoto and deku are there, too. denki with fourth kind (kiris recommendation), sero ends up with best jeanist, and jirou actually gets to go abroad, to America.

So baku grows out her hair, because she can. The longer it gets, the heavier it gets, and while it still has a tendency to spike up when messy, it’s all together much easier to handle now. Thank fuck for the messy bun (and mina for teaching her how)

She has bangs. Little choppy things that hang a little too far into her eyes; baku has a habit of flipping her head back to get them out of the way. She wants to paint her nails, but knows her quirk will destroy anything she does to them. She compromises by doing her toes

She practices makeup, when she’s home alone. She shares a four bedroom with kiri, Mina and sero. They’re too poor to do anything on their own yet; all of 1A has at least one roommate. Deku/round face/glasses/halfie, denki and hitoshi, ect.

She’s not really good at makeup yet. Her hands are big, as she has trouble doing the fine wings of eyeliner that Mina and jirou can do in, like, a nanosecond. She even gives herself a skincare routine— not that she really needs it, but it feels nice, all the same

The first time she shaves her legs, is a /disaster/. It’s so different from having to do her face. She gives up after that and resigns to only shaving her legs to when she’s /really/ feeling it. Fuck, girls don’t actually do that shit weekly or something, right?? Bc Fuck that

The next time she tries, it’s been several months, and mina told her what her problems had been the first time. It went better. Still some nicks, but the end result was /perfect/. Smooth and silky. She didn’t know she was smiling as much as she was until kiri called her out.

At some point, almost a year after they’ve graduated, on a video call with her squad to jirou, kyoka actually says that bakugo is starting to look like her mom. Which, yeah, was meant as a half baked insult, but. It still felt good. Validating, in a roundabout way

Baku intends to tell them. Soon, she thinks. But, well. The year ends, another one begins, and she can’t find the right time. It’s her own fault, really, when kiri finds out. But in her defense, he was supposed to be /working/. Baku was the only one off today

She’s cooking lunch, when it happens. She had gotten up that morning, and like she does when she knows she’s the only one home, she played around in her makeup a little. Nothing crazy; just a simple cat eye (she was good enough at those, finally), and some light shadow.

She was wearing some tiny nylon shorts and a comfy sweater (one that was way too big for her, a 2 xl, she’d bought it purposefully huge). She looked /effeminate/, and good. She /felt/ good. Until she heard the keys in the lock and the front door swing open, anyway.

She had a split second of cold /terror/, frozen over the stove while her meat sizzled in the pan. Eji’s gaze first goes to the living room, then over to her, in the kitchen. He pushes the door shut with his foot and his mouth is open like he wants to say something—

about the smell of food, probably, but then eji gets a good eye full of how bakugo /looks/ and he just. stops. and stares, and bakugo stares right back. Bakugo feels like she maybe can’t breathe, and she only comes out of it when her beef starts burning

She takes the meat off the heat and turns the stove off, hands shaking a little and throat tight and fuck, fuck, this is a panic attack, she knows this feeling, oh shit, she feels sick, and dizzy, and she can’t focus and—

and then eji is there. He’s moved them to the couch, bakugo realizes, and when she brings herself back to reality eji has one big hand on her back, rubbing slowly while he murmurs platitudes, “hey, it’s ok, you’re ok, breathe for me, everything’s ok.”

Ejirou has helped her through enough panic attacks(and vice versa) that this part isn’t that uncommon between them. “How are you not freaked out right now?” Is the first thing she says, and when she looks over at kiri, he’s not angry or upset, just confused. Like mina had been

“Freaked out?” His brows are furrowed. “That you like to wear makeup and stuff? I mean, I didn’t... expect it, from you. But. It’s fine. Like, it’s cool. You’re my best friend, m’not gonna hate you because you like being a little girly.” Ejirou shrugs at this,—

Like it’s not a big deal. “I mean, so what. Besides,” eji is smiling now, the picture of acceptance and encouragement. “It looks good! How did you get so good at the liner? You’re almost better than mina!” She knows she could leave it here, but her heart constricts

She hates hiding. She /wants/ her friends, her best friend, especially, to know the truth. So she breaths deep, and exhales. “It’s not.. fuck. Goddamnit, okay.” Eji looks confused again. “It’s—its fucking more than that, okay? It’s. I’m not just a—a cross dresser, or whatever.”

Baku can’t look at kiri when she confesses, so she stares at the dirty dishes on the coffee table. “Fucking fuck— I /am/ a girl, okay? I fucking— I do the makeup and the hair and all the bullshit because I /am/ a girl and if you have some shit to say about it,—

I’ll fucking grind your ass in the dirt, got it, shitty hair?” She’s resorted to anger, she realizes a little too late, because she’s terrified of his reaction, and when the silence becomes too much she growls and finally looks over at him, mouth open to hurl another insult, but—

he’s crying. Kiri has fat tears rolling down his face and now /bakugo/ is the one confused. “The fuck? Stop fucking—stop /crying/, ejirou, shit.” And baku just watches as he wipes his own tears, and sniffles. “What in the shit are you crying for?” She’s lost some of her bite now

“I just,” eji starts, voice wobbly. “I’ve been calling you my bro, this whole time. And like, my favorite dude; I—I call you manly all the time, but you,” he has to wipe some more tears away. “You’re not that, right? I’ve been calling you something you’re not this whole time,

And it’s so unmanly. You always looked so sad, sometimes, and—this was why, right? Because you couldn’t be who you knew you were?” And bakugo just /stares/. He just... accepted it. No worries, like kiri couldn’t give a shit /how/ she presented. And shit, maybe he doesn’t.

“You’re not... upset?” Bakugo asks, instead of answering his question. “What? No, why would I be mad??” Ejis holding his hands now, kind of like mina did, all those years ago. “I’ve been lying to you, eji. Don’t you think this is fuckin weird? That I’m like, crazy or something?”

Eji does look a little upset at that. “What, you think I’m that shallow?” And baku just “ejirou, no, you know that’s not—“ “you’re my best friend, okay? Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy. If you feel like a girl, then you are one, and if anybody has a problem—

With how you wanna dress, or do your hair, or wear make up or whatever, they’re gonna have to go through me to get to you. Okay? This doesn’t change a single thing how I feel for you, katsu—“ and he stops, then, looking suddenly thoughtful

“I’m not gonna pretend to know a lot about this kind of stuff, because I don’t, but, um. Do you still use the same name? Should I.. ask that?” And he’s so sincere, and honest, and she doesn’t think she’s loved anyone more in her whole life. I love him, I love him, I love him

“Katsumi.” She chokes out, willing herself now to cry. She worked /hard/ on her eyeliner this morning, she’s not going to ruin it now. “Katsumi, then.” Ejirou is smiling again, and squeezes her hands. “Minas the only one who knows, okay? So don’t fuckin. Don’t go blabbing.”

Eji just nods. “Sure, yeah.” And then his eyes go wide. “So /that’s/ why you and mina got super close? You told her, in school?” He’s grinning now, proud of himself for figuring that out, she guesses. “Yeah. I had to tell somebody or I was gonna lose it.” Katsumi shrugs.

All in all it wasn’t the end of the world that eji found out. Katsumi still wishes she had just /told/ him, but whatever. He’s super supportive, and is always happy to tell baku how much he loves those new shorts, or “I got this sweater for you, isn’t it cute?”,

Or he’ll send a picture of some of those big velvet scrunchies to her and be all “I know how thick your hair is, maybe these will pull less when you take your ponytail out? （╹◡╹）♡ “ it would be fucking /annoying/ as shit if baku wasn’t so stupidly crazy for him

Despite how tsundere she likes to act, it was nice. She’d never admit it, but eji’s positive reaction gave her courage to come out to their other roommate. Sero needed a bit more explanation, but still was happy and supportive for her.

The rest of the squad soon after; hitoshi and denki, and finally jirou, when she got back from her internship overseas. Everyone that mattered, now, knew. It was... freeing. Liberating in a way she didn’t ever think it would actually feel

-fuck it I’m gonna continue it-
A couple of years into their respective internships, a fair few of them had graduated into full fledged hero status. Stupid deku, of course. Glasses, ponytail. Even earphones was making it pretty big in the music and hero scene overseas

Kiri had split off from fatgum at the same time she herself left endeavor. They were going to start an agency together. Baku had the brains behind the numbers of it all; building costs, salaries, how to make it work with what they’d been saving up all these years.

Kiri was more.. the personality. Hero’s wanted in because red riot was there. Civilians followed their progress because red riot was the face of it; all over insa and Snapchat and all the biggest hero fansites. Incredibly, it was... working.

Before they knew it, they had a full fledged agency. With jobs and hero’s working for them and bills to pay and sidekicks—they had /sidekicks/. The hero’s they’d followed their entire lives retired (or died) and they themselves became the hero’s everybody followed

It was the year Bakugo turned 31 that things changed even more than she could’ve predicted.
-
It was some sort of gala, the fancy type Katsumi hated bc she wasn’t out and had to wear an ugly ass suit and tie.

Pretty much all her friends were there, tho, so that helped a little. And she’d bought herself an affordable and cute bra and panty set, just to remind her that while all these extras thought they knew her, they had no idea who she really was, who she wanted to be

She had maybe drank a little too much, to cope with.. all of the dead naming, from some. And the misgendering. It.. it sucked. Hardcore. It’s why she normally didn’t go to these things, but. Deku was getting an award and they’re.. katsumi wants to support her friend

Not that she’d ever tell deku that shit, even tho the little fucker already knows it, based on how he started bawling when he’d seen her walk in with kiri. They had.. somewhat mended things, since school. There were a lot of wounds, and it took time, but they were getting there

All in all Katsumi had been a shithead. Even she could admit that. And so she was here, supporting her friend. Even though she kind of wanted to die. By the time the night was over Kiri had to help her outside and into a cab for the two of them

“You really didn’t hold back, huh?” Eji had laughed and then hiccuped. He wasn’t the most sober either. “Neither d-did you.” She had accused, fighting with the Bobby pins in her hair to undo her elaborate bun. “Here, Kats,” Eji had taken over, then

Pulling out the pins, careful as he could as Katsumi just let him. It honestly felt kind of nice. “Your hairs getting really long.” He commented, and she gave a drunken grin. “Fuck yeah it is.” And hed laughed. “It looks good. You—You look good.”

When she looked over at him, his cheeks were pink from alcohol and maybe a blush and he was,, shy? Looking at her only to dart his eyes away and then do the same thing again. “In this fuckoff ugly suit? Die, Eijiro.”

“Wh—Hey, no, I mean it!” He defended, finally looking at her for more than two seconds. “You look good. In anything. I.” His face was pinker now, and Katsumi couldn’t look away. “I always. Um.” He was nervous? “Spit it out.” Shed bit, in typical Bakugo fashion

It was another minute before he opened his mouth to say whatever he wanted to say, but was cut off by the cab driver pulling up to the apartment they shared. Shaking his head, kiri helped her out and they made their way upstairs.

They’d stopped living with Sero awhile back. He took a job halfway across Japan, and ended up staying there after the fact. Katsumi didn’t even have to ask Kiri if he wanted to stay living together, she came home to find him packing one day

And he’d said “I found I great apartment in Tokyo for us!” And had gushed about how right down the street would be a perfect spot for their agency and.. well, they’d been here ever since.

Once inside, she crashed on the couch and Eji, only a little less drunk, grabbed them some water. “What did you want to say?” She’d asked when he’d moved her legs, sitting in that spot and placing them gingerly on his lap. “Hm?” He was working on taking off her shoes

He was always domestic like this, when it was the two of them. She oftentimes tried not to think about how much it affected her. “In the cab. You didn’t finish.” And his blush was back now, unable to look at her as he pulled at a loose thread on her sock

There was silence, for awhile. She was afraid she was going to fall asleep. “I’ll tell you in the morning, ok?” And she was so sleepy and the room was spinning so, yeah, sounded like a plan. She wanted to undress, she fucking hates these suits,

But she couldn’t even sit herself up right without wanting to hurl so the safest bet was to lie very still.
-
She didn’t have shift the next day, thank Christ. Apparently neither did eji, because when she cracked her eyes open, the first thing she noticed was burnt fucking eggs

She pushed herself up an—oh. She was in one of her bigger tshirts. Or it could’ve been one of ejiros; they mix sometimes. He must have gotten her into something comfortable after she passed out and moved her to her room. Fuck, how much did she drink?

Been awhile since she passed out that hard. So she skulked towards the kitchen in her big shirt and little shorts, thick hair knotted on her head from not brushing it out last night. “Th’fuck?” Was what she said upon entering said kitchen

Her head hurt and she still felt kind of nauseous, but there was ejiro, bright and perky as always, trying his fucking damnest to make something as simple as eggs. And failing. Like, bad. He didn’t answer her, just looked up. And stared, and smiled all soft

“Hey, dickhead.” She snapped, trying to get his attention. “Burning your fucking eggs.” /That/ got him to attention, the redhead cursing and pulling them off of the heat so they didn’t char any worse. “You know you can’t cook. Fuck is that shit?”

And then he was looking at her again, her arms crossed, all grouchy and needing a shower. His mouth gaped open like a fish, like he couldn’t decide what to say for a few minutes.

“I’m in love with you.”

Her eyes widened. “Fuc—excuse me? What—What did you just say?” Because she didn’t—there was no way. Eji was.. well, maybe not straight, exactly, but being with somebody who was.. like she was.. she never thought that he’d... want her, like that. Didn’t think anyone ever would.

And so kiri took a deep breath, exhaled, and walked over to her, taking one of her hands in his and holy fuck his hands were sweaty. Funny, it wasn’t her for a change. “I’m in love with you. That’s what I wanted to say last night.” He sounded so.. confident. So sure

And she didn’t know what to say, so he just kept going. “And I know you might not feel the same. I just. I need you to know. I—I promise I won’t let it change anything between us, I just didn’t want to lie anymore about it, and,” and now he was nervous, rambling

And her mind was still blank, just repeating his first sentence in her head over and over. He loves me he loves me he loves me he loves

and then she felt her eyes sting and her throat swell and her free hand tangled in his hair and pulled him on, cutting him off with a kiss

And that led to two kisses, and three, and four and five and she lost count because his hands were cupping her face—even though she had some morning stubble there oh god gross he’s gonna think I’m gross

But he sighed in her mouth and kissed her harder

//this might get nsfw? I’m not sure yet honestly I’m just having fun with soft bakugo//

//ok nsfw warning!!//

And she wasn’t quite sure when her eyes closed, or when one of his hands moved to her hip and—there was tongue now, and she’d never kissed /anyone/ before holy fuck this was all so overwhelming she was almost thankful when he pulled back, just slightly.

She blinked her eyes open and he was looking at her so soft it made her insides turn to goop. “Y-Your breath smells like shit.” Was she decided to say, pink faced and trying not to pant because, fuck, she wanted to kiss again, and she didn’t know how to ask for it

He breathed out a small laugh. “So does yours. Guess we’re both nasty.” And he was smiling, and she was fighting really hard not to grin like a stupid idiot, so instead her hand just tugged at his shirt and she clicked her teeth, looking off to the side

“Something you want?” He was smirking. Teasing her, because he could. Little bitch. “Eijiro.” Was all she said. And no, ok, she wasn’t /pouting/. She pulled at his shirt again.

“‘Sumi, use your words. Consent and communication is sexy.” Noble shithead.

Well, at least somebody here was confident. She just—Eijiro has experience, a /fuckton/. He’s not one to kiss and tell, but they’ve lived together since high school, for fucks sake. She’s in her 30’s and /just now/ had her first kiss

And normally she’d be fine to fake it until she made it, but she’s so—she’s not /built/ like she wants to be and it.. it makes her feel less than and— eijiro bumps their foreheads together and it’s just enough to jostle her out of her thoughts

“Hey.” Is all he says. He’s checking in, and, well, she initiated the kiss in the first place so she takes a deep breath and sighs.

“Hey.” She says back, and he looks at her like the sun shines out of her ass.

“Sorry I pushed too much. I just.. got excited—“

“Shut up.” She cuts him off, feeling a little more like herself. “You don’t have to apologize for shit. If I didn’t want to be kissed I wouldn’t have kissed you.” Her face feels like it’s on fire.

“Oh. Yeah. Ok, good.” He looks relieved.

“And I liked it. It.. it was good. You’re. You’re good.” She swallowed thickly. “I don’t—“ she’s annoyed. “I haven’t done this shit. So I don’t fuckin know what’s right and what’s wrong.” Ei is practically beaming.

“That’s ok!” His hands are moving, coming back up to her face from where they’d drifted down to her hips earlier. “We can, um, go slow, o-or go at whatever pace you want. All or nothing, I’m just happy to be with you.” And she fucking /believes/ him

“I-I am.. with you, right? I mean..” he’s looking unsure again. “If you feel like I do, then I hoped that, um,” she rolls her eyes at this. “Idiot. We’re dating now. You’re my boyfriend. Deal with it.” And he honestly looks like he’s about to cry—how can he smile that big?

“And you’re my girlfriend?” If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy. Fucking mutt. “Yeah.” Is all she says to that, and he pulls her in for another kiss. She’s a little better prepped this time, and expects when he licks into her mouth

She tries to match what he does, but it’s hard to focus on the specifics of kissing when you’re.. well. Being kissed. So she just lets go and does what feels right and he must like it because he hums against her, pulls her in close with a hand on her cheek and one on her hip

And fuck, it feels good. Feels even better when he pulls back to start kissing on her neck, and she can’t help her low moan, the confines of her shorts starting to get just a little tight

((Alright well I am once again active and back for my semi-yearly update to my mtf trans-baku feel good thread sksksk so here u go. nsfw//tw for some body dysmorphia, pre hrt body, gonna be using feminine terms for stuff, cunt, pussy, ect ok here we go

Kiri pulls back at her noise, his own face flushed a deep red. “This ok?” He asks, because of course he does, and Kats nods. “Yeah, good. S’good, Kiri.” She tugs at his shirt, a wordless command for more, and he delivers, finding a sensitive spot under her ear and sucking.

She wants to be mad—because he’s fucking leaving a hickey on purpose—but she can’t quite find the anger to, she only pushes her body up into his, slots her thigh in between his legs and rubs. Ei /keens/, and to her dismay, pulls back, just a little

“We gotta stop,” he pants, clearly flustered and turned the fuck on, if the tent he was pitching meant anything. She acknowledges this by pointedly looking down at his crotch and then back up to his eyes, eyebrow raised. “You wanna stop, huh?”

And she kind of feels... seductive, in a way she never felt before, because Kiri whines and chews on his bottom lip. “Please don’t look at me like that. I—I just.. I’m still gross, from last night, I haven’t showered, and I don’t wanna overwhelm you or anything—“

“Eijiro,” she bites, cutting him off. “Quit saying stupid shit. If I wanted to stop, I’d say so. But,” she sighs, placing her palms on his pecs and giving a light shove. Hes built like a brickshithouse, so he doesn’t move a fucking inch. She probably.. shouldn’t find that sexy

“If you wanna stop, we stop.” She shrugs, and eiji looks like his brain is working /overtime/. He’s silent for a few minutes, while he thinks, and he eventually blurts out “I wanna eat you out. Please.” And that—

She feels all her blood rush south and she responds the only way she knows how. “But you /just/ said—about not showering—“ she sputters, faux mad, and he quickly cuts her off. “About /me/, yeah. If I had it my way I’d rather have you covered in sweat all the time.”

“Ei, /gross/.” She grouses, but he’s looking at her with his bright eyes and biting on his lip and... well. She doesn’t really want to say no, no matter how unsure she is about her own body, she... well. She trusts Kiri to not be an asshole. And.. shes also pretty horny, so.

“Sure,” she concedes with a sigh and a flip of her bangs. “But you’re running me a bath, after.” Her act is pretty flimsy and Kiri sees right through it, wasting no time now that he’d been given the green light.

He crowds her against the wall again, and his fingers tap her thighs a couple times. Getting the message, she does a little hop and he carries her, effortless, to her bedroom. They get stuck making out on the way, a few times, and Baku leaves her own hickey on kiris neck to match

But they eventually make it, ei lying her flat on her back and making a home for himself in between her legs. She’s pitching a tent of her own, which—she can’t help but to grimace when she sees, averting her eyes to the side.

Kiri notices her slight change in mood, and crawls up her body until he can annoy her by blowing raspberries into her neck. They play, for a minute or two, him being bothersome and her trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

When he pulls back and they’ve calmed down a little, he bonks his own forehead with hers, softly. “Only what you’re comfortable with, ‘Sumi.” And she has to close her eyes and collect her emotions because she’s feeling... a lot of things.

“I know.” She breaths out. “I still want to try. It’s just.. hard. Seeing it.” Hes quiet for a moment, contemplative. “You trust me?” He ends up saying, and her brows furrow, eyes opened again to scowl at him. “Kind of stupidass—/yes/, Eijirou.”

And now he’s grinning. “Okay.” He kisses down her neck again, the other side this time, while his hands work under her shirt, grabbing and fondling her chest like she actually /had/ the kind of tits she wanted. It was nice, to close her eyes and pretend.

It helped that it also felt good, too. It was clear he knew what he was doing, playing with her nipples, pulling and tugging to make her squirm. He eventually worked his way down, pushing her shirt up a little so he could trail messy kisses down her stomach.

She had to avert her eyes again, when he got to the bulge in her shorts. He doesn’t do anything with it at first; he skips around, kissing and licking the inside of her thighs, biting playfully at her hip, big hands a grounding presence on the meat of her thighs.

He does this for—in her opinion—way to motherfucking long, working her up with kisses and licks and bites and whispered teases against her overheated skin. She’s almost at her fucking breaking point when he /finally/ touches her where she’s throbbing for him.

Over her shorts, first, still kind of teasing—but it’s enough to make her buck up into him, on a hair fucking trigger. “Kiri, f-fuck, come /on/.” She snaps at him, and he has the audacity to /laugh/. “I’ll get you there, baby, I will.” And she knows he will but can’t he just

be /quicker/ about it? He peels the shorts off her, panties too (after a few seconds of admiring her in them before she threatened to kick him in the head) and shes finally bare, from the waist down. Her brain starts overthinking immediately, but Kiri is quick to action

to stop it before she gets to in her own head. His hands move behind her knees, holding her spread for him while he licks and sucks. It’s shocking, 1) because holy fuck she’s never had anything but her own hand there and it’s so, so much better than she thought and 2)

He’s not treating... /it/ like.. well, a dick. He’s being fucking obscene, licking and sucking and—“fuck, kats, your pussy is killin me, you’re so fuckin wet,” and the rational part of her says of /course/ she’s wet, he’s drooling like a fucking dog down there,

but another part of her, the desperate, hurting, /woman/ part of her fucking /preens/. She couldn’t help her raunchy moan, a hand shooting down to grasp at her lovers hair, hips bucking up. The heat that shoots through her, the more that he says;