Eiko tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear as she bounced her leg up and down nervously. Her lips ducked in between her teeth as she tugged at her skirt to make sure it stayed over her legs and didn't reveal too much. No one had ever really considered her pretty, as she was pretty plain and had a frightening Quirk.

She had long hair that hung down to her butt, which was the length that every other girl in her middle school kept their hair at, so she was nothing special. She had a small scar above her eye from where she had first learned how to activate her Quik while she had been rubbing it as most two-year-olds do. Her skin was tanned from being in the sun, but unlike her classmates, whenever she got tanned it stuck to her skin like paint.

Despite there being so many other pretty girls in her class alone, someone had asked her out for the first time in her life. This was the reason why she was sitting outside of the almost deserted mall in the middle of winter as she waited for the date to show up. A gust of wind caused her long strands of hair to blow into her face and for her skirt to wrap around her legs awkwardly. She frowned, standing up and tucking her hair back into a ponytail with the hair tie that she always had wrapped around her wrist. She glanced up and down the sidewalk, and then down at her phone. "He should've been here ten minutes ago," she muttered, her eyebrows knitting together.

After the sentence fell from her lips, a hand clasped over her eyes, bringing her into the body behind her. She shrieked, feeling her Quirk begin to activate before the person that grabbed her called out, "Wait! Eiko! It's just me!"

She frowned, pulling away from him with a frown on her face. She huffed, folding her arms over her average sized chest, "Why would you do that? You know I don't like it when people come up behind me!"

"Eiko," he purred, grabbing one of her hands and holding it with both of her as he gave her puppy eyes. "I'm sorry. I guess I forgot. I thought it would be cute and sweet."

She softened a little bit, letting her shoulders fall from where they had been rigidly tensed. "I forgive you then," she grinned at him, an excited feeling filling her chest.

He moved and flung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close into him. He began to gently guide them into the mall while talking, "Great! That means I can actually take you on this date!"

"I'm still confused about why you didn't take someone like Sora, she's much prettier than I am," Eiko sighed but leaned into the touch that she almost never received from anyone.

"Maybe I don't care about looks," he shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with someone as funny and awesome as you."

Eiko blushed, moving one of her hands to cover her face. "You don't have to flatter me, we're already on a date."

"True, true," he laughed. "What do you want to do first?"

"Could we get something to eat?" Eiko prompted hopefully.

"Sure!" he grinned. "What are you in the mood for? There are sandwiches and sushi and Chinese…"

"Sandwiches made by someone other than my foster mother sounds amazing," she joked, grabbing a strand of her hair and rubbing it between two of her fingers in a nervous habit.

"Foster mother?" he asked, his smile sliding from his face.

Eiko nodded, beginning to walk to where the sandwich shop is. "Yup. They've been my foster parents since I was five. I've been in the system since I was two."

"Did your parents die?" he asked, his hand moving so that his fingers are threaded in between Eiko's.

Her shoulders and face fall as the dreaded question falls from his lips, but butterflies erupt in her stomach as he holds her hand. "I don't really know. I just know that they either didn't want me, or the Earth didn't want them. It's not really a big deal though, I don't want you to think any different of me just because I don't live with my parents."

"Okay," he nodded, then his smile returned as they entered the sandwich restaurant. "This means that I won't have to face an angry dad, right?"

Eiko laughed, and the thought of more dates makes the swarm of moths in her stomach flutter around excitedly. They walked up to the counter, ordered what they both wanted before walking to one of the tables and waited for his name to be called. He spoke to her happily, his hand almost always on her arm or on the table in a way that was simply screaming at her to hold it. Eventually, amidst their small talk, she threads their fingers together again like he had done ten minutes beforehand.

She simply can't miss the small smile that takes over his lips and eyes as she does this, and it causes her to blush sheepishly. They continue to banter and make small talk back and forth, neither one taking too much time for themselves until his name is called. "I'll be back in a moment," he smiled at her as he got up and walked to the counter, picking up their orders and paying for them.

"You'll let me pay for the next date, right?" Eiko joked as she took the sandwich from him.

"Only if you want to," he replied easily.

She grinned back at him happily unwrapped the sandwich and taking a large bite. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned allowed at the heavenly textures and tastes that overtake her as she eats. "This is amazing," she said around another large bite of sandwich.

"Aren't they?" he asked as he wolfed down his own meal. They both ate quickly and in relative silence, the food too good to continue the small talk through. Once he had finished, he waited patiently for her and then asked, "What do you want to do next?

"Maybe we can go to the arcade?" Eiko said, fidgeting eagerly in her seat as she thought about getting to play video games, something she never got to do because her foster parents viewed it as trivial and unfeminine.

"Sounds great to me," he grinned back at her, standing up from the table and offering his hand out to her. She took it with a small blush and led them out of the shop and down to the arcade.

They spent the next two hours playing games with and next to each other, laughing and yelling at the machines when one of them died. He had his arm wrapped around her hips, slimming her baggy school uniform and bringing attention to her tiny waist. "Would you be okay with me walking you home?" he asked respectfully.

"Yeah, I would love that," she nodded eagerly. "My foster parents aren't home so we could even spend some time together."

"Such dirty little thoughts shouldn't be going through your pretty little head," he chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips.

"How do you know that this isn't what's always happening inside my head," Eiko teased back as they began to walk to her house.

"Because I am the only thing going through your head right now, and nothing can be dirty 24/7," he teased back, bumping his hip against hers. They continue to tease each other playfully until they are back at Eiko's house, standing on her porch.

"Would you like to come in?" she offered, her eyebrows raised teasingly.

"How about we settle for a kiss?" he snickered, coming up to her porch and running a hand over her cheek, pushing her hand back behind her ear. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as well as her breathing in anticipation as he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was chaste and sweet and he pulled away with a grin before he walked down the porch and took off down the street. Eiko pressed her hand to her lips, still reeling from the fact that she had just gotten her first kiss. It took a couple minutes to breathe normally again before she squealed, turning a rushing into the house. She quickly ran into the house and up to her room, slamming the door shut as she bounced up and down giddily. She spun herself in a circle, causing the skirt she was wearing from her uniform to twirl with her, wrapping around her legs.

She suddenly stopped when she saw herself in the mirror, but it almost wasn't her. She knew it was her body, but it didn't feel right. The skirt hanging from a small waist and large hips and the breasts implanted on her chest by some cruel god. "What the Hell is wrong with me?" she asked, pressing a hand to her forehead as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror. "This isn't me," she growled, almost tearing the skirt as she tried to get it off herself.

She pressed her chest down with both of her arms and felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I'm a boy…" he choked out, tears falling fast and hard down his face. "Why couldn't I just be normal? I'm a boy in the wrong body. I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy."

The sun shone into his window a bit too brightly as Eijirou roused himself from the familiar dream he had been having. He sat straight up in bed, stretching his back and looking down at himself. His breasts were still there, as the unforgiving god that had given them to him had not yet taken them back. He sighed, a frown forming on his face as he forced himself out of bed, getting his uniform out of his drawers and slipping it on. The skirt still felt awkward, but he was still too frightened to come out to his foster mothers despite having been living with them for the past two months with not so much as a fight.

"Next month, next month," he muttered to himself as he grabbed his backpack and made sure his binder and pants were safely tucked away underneath his school supplies. He hefted it over his shoulder and checked his phone, seeing that if he headed out in about ten minutes he would be able to catch up with Bakugou and walk to school with him. He rushed out of his bedroom, grabbing his earbuds from the living room and walking into the kitchen to grab something fast to eat for breakfast.

"What's got you moving so fast at seven-thirty in the morning?" Aiko teased as she took a sip of her coffee.

"I want to catch up with one of my friends so we can walk to school together," he replied immediately, already feeling like he could trust these women more than he could have trusted his ex-foster parents that he had been living with for years.

"Ooh! Does our little girl have a crush," Chihiro teased, handing him something fast that she had already made as he had been eating poorly made toast instead of breakfast for almost a week now.

He blushed a dark shade of crimson and sputtered for a few moments before he regained himself. "Wha- he doesn't even- I'm not-"

Chihiro let out her bubbly laugh, standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the forehead before she said, "Have a good day at school, we'll both be home by the time you get back!"

"Thanks," he mumbled, slightly less embarrassed now. "Bye moms!"

The slip-up and Chihiro's squeal of excitement behind him brought the embarrassment right back. He quickly stuffed his earbuds into his ears and tried to ignore the heated burning sensation that was taking over his face as he headed out of the house. The music had just begun to play as he spotted the other teenager walking down the street just as he did every morning.

Eijirou quickly ran after him, pausing just a few feet away from him. If the outsider were to see them, it would look downright stalkerish, but this was something that they did every morning. The red-headed teenager knew that there were some days that Bakugou just didn't want to talk to people, and he was happy to respect that. Just as the thought crossed his mind that he was unwanted today, the blond turned around and made a small motion with his hand that said he was allowed to walk with the explosive teen. Eijirou grinned and ran up beside him, allowing them to walk in peace while they listened to their respective music and the redhead ate.

"A Sports Festival?" Eijirou asked eagerly, almost bouncing up and down with how giddy he was. "This is gonna be so cool! I'll finally get to show how manly I am!"

Bakugou rolls his eyes next to him, his hands shoved deep in his uniform pockets as they walk home together. They had found out that they lived almost right next to each other a couple days after the USJ. "You're so annoying."

"Aw, Bakugou, why are you always so mean to me," Eijirou pouted, looking over to the other teenager with a sad look in his eyes.

Bakugou looked away, his face contorting from anger to a flushed confusion as he stumbled over a couple of his words. "I- you- It's-" he paused for a moment, frowning before saying. "I'm not."

"Yes you are," Eijirou whined, a little fluttering feeling erupting in his chest at how cute the other man was being.

"If I was always mean to you then I wouldn't let you walk home with me," Bakugou reasoned.

The red-haired teen paused for a moment, thinking. "I guess so. You're still mean though."

"You're-" Bakugou paused before he said something else, slamming his mouth shut and walking a little faster.

"Hey, don't leave me," Eijirou groaned as he walked faster to catch up with the other teenager.

"God, you're like a puppy," the explosion-obsessed boy rolled his eyes with a slight tutting of his tongue.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment," the other decided, moving his shoulders back and forth slightly proudly.

"Of course you are," he sighed.

"Why do you hate me so much?" the question fell past his lips before he really knew what he was saying, but it had been on his mind for so long that he couldn't keep it inside of him anymore.

Bakugou is silent for the rest of the walk home, not speaking to him at all. This causes Eijirou to feel tears well up in the corners of his eyes, but he pushed them back down telling himself that he was too feminine if he was going to cry. When he walks into his house, Aiko and Chihiro are sat on the couch, curled up together while the news plays on the television.

"Eiko!" Chihiro grinned, turning a looking at her foster son. "Welcome home! How was school today?"

"There's going to be a Sports Festival and we get to participate in it even though we're only First Years and I am so excited," Eijirou quickly began to ramble, forgetting about the heartache of being so quickly rejected by the other male.

"That sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun," Aiko said, motioning for him to come sit next to them. He complied, dropping his backpack by the door and walking over to them, falling down on the couch and resting his head on her shoulder. She gave him a hug with her free arm and then moved as Chihiro eagerly embraced him.

"If you're okay with us talking about something a little bit serious, we kind of need to," the lawyer began, her face still in a bright smile as she spoke. "It's nothing bad, I promise."

"Okay," he nodded, his stomach sinking as he waited for them to continue.

"I know it's only been two months, but I would like it if you would let us adopt you," Chihiro stated. The tears from earlier returned, but this time for a very different reason and emotion.

"I would like that a lot," he nodded. "I already think of you guys as my moms and I just want to be here forever- or at least until I move out!"

"Oh baby girl," the red-headed woman leaned forward and embraced her soon-to-be son again until he had stopped crying out of joy. "We'll do it as soon as possible, okay? And I expect you to call me Mom!"

"I'll come up with names for both of you by dinner, I swear," he chuckled at her antics.

"Speaking of which, you should go get changed," Aiko spoke up, placing a hand on his leg with a bright smile that matched her wife's.

"Sure thing," Eijirou grinned, placing a kiss on both their cheeks. "See you in a minute, Moms!"