The week had been long and grueling, seeming to stretch on for all eternity. They had all trudged through exams like they were being forced to march through the muddiest of marshes for the fourth month in a row. Thankfully, the entire group of friends that Eijirou had landed himself with had passed, much to all of their relief. Bakugou had obviously been proud of them, even if he hadn't really shown it. Unfortunately, being in the hero course meant that they had one more exam that they had to take than if they were just in the Gen Ed course.

Mina was currently perched on top of Denki's desk, her legs folded over each other as she tugged her skirt down around them. Every so often her dark eyes would dart over to where the most perverted student in the class sat. Hanta sat in the desk next to her where Denki normally sat, but the boy was not there that morning. Instead, he was sitting at Jirou's desk with her perched on his lap. He placed his chin on her shoulder, causing her to squirm and giggle a bit. Eijirou looked at Hanta and felt his stomach drop as he saw the forlorn and lost look on his face. "So, what do you think the final exam will be?"

Hanta snapped away from the couple in the corner, looking over to where his friend was sitting. "Hopefully nothing written. I think if I see another piece of paper with questions on it this week I may just keel over and die."

"God, same," Mina huffed, leaning over so that her head was on the tall, black-haired teenager's shoulder. "I think that Present Mic-sensei's exam was the hardest. How are we supposed to know the difference between 'affect' and 'effect'?"

Eijirou snorted, "Funnily enough Denki told me that that was the easiest exam for him."

"That's because he has so many books from America," Hanta explained easily, the mention of their blond friend making him to rigid. "His dad brings him new ones every time he goes to the U.S. or Canada."

"What's the difference between the U.S. and Canada?" Mina mused, tapping her lip with her finger. She cocked her head to the side curiously, thinking about her own question with furrowed brows.

"I think the U.S. was settled by England and Canada was settled by France…?" Eijirou offered, not sure that he had the right answer for her.

She shrugged, "that makes enough sense to me. Maybe I could go ask Denki." Without waiting for a response, she jumped off of her seat and walked over to where their blond friend was cuddling with his apparent girlfriend. The redhead decided to get up and follow after her, curious as well as what the difference was.

"Hey Denki," she chirped, placing her hands on the desk that he was sitting at.

"Yeah?" the blond asked, looking up and away from where he had been talking with Jirou.

"What's the difference between America and Canada?" Mina asked.

"Uh, it's kinda hard to explain," he moved his head from side to side as he thought of an easy answer. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to answer when the bell signaling the beginning to class sounded and they all had to go sit down in their seats.

They all waited patiently for a small amount of time before their exhausted homeroom teacher shuffled into the classroom. He remained silent until he had gotten to the front of the room, a bored expression on his face as he took the roll from Iida. "Before I explain to you what the last exam will entail, I have been told that there is another announcement I have to give out." He leaned heavily onto the podium, scanning across the eager classroom as they all waited for him to continue talking. "After the exams, there will be a Summer Camp," he pauses again as everyone cheers.

"Dude, this is gonna be so much fun," Eijirou grinned like mad and placed a hand on Denki's shoulder, pulling him back so that they could look at each other a bit better.

"Right? Summer Camp!" the blond did a little dance in his desk that caused it to scrape noisily against the hardwood floor.

"Quiet, all of you," Aizawa growls out, his eyes narrowing as he scans over them. They quickly hush down, eager to hear more information about something so exciting after the week of trivial drivel. "Only those who pass this exam will get to the Summer Camp, though. And speaking of the exam, each of you are going to be fighting one of the teachers…"

Eijirou runs a hand through his hair, messing it up beyond what it already was. Tears had welled up in his bright red eyes, threatening to spill over and down his cheeks. He took another shaky breath, tugging at his hair as he leaned over and into himself. He held back a sob as he thought about the fact that he had failed. After trying so hard and putting so much work into not only studying but into his Quirk. He had failed. He was going to have to stay home and work harder while his friends were away, having fun.

He clenched his sharp teeth together harshly, his mindset to work about how he was going to train his Quirk so that he could finally achieve his dream. His mind strayed away for a moment and he began to think about that if maybe he had been born in his true body, a male body then he would be able to catch up with the rest of his classmates.

"Hey, you okay?" Sato yawned as he sat down next to the redhead, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder as if he was worried that the other had his Quirk activated and it would hurt him.

"Not really," he chuckled dryly, tugging at his hair again. "I just wish my Quirk were stronger. Or I could handle it more."

"Dude, what are you talking about? You have so much control over your Quirk!" he slurred his words due to how exhausted he was. "I'm the one that needs more work with their Quirk. I can't even use it for more than five minutes without feeling like I'm gonna sleep through the next week."

"You're Quirk is super manly though, even if it does have setbacks," Eijirou points out, not even being worried about the fact that his own insecurities are shining through into his words.

"Yours is super manly too," Satou gushed through a yawn. He clapped his hand down onto Eijirou's further shoulder, hugging him in a one-sided embrace. "Imma go to bed, see ya," he waved, standing up and walking off to the classroom.

"Bye," Eijirou mumbled as the other boy walked away. He rolled his shoulders, running a hand through his hair again.

After a moment of just sitting there, he stood up and walked to their locker room. He spun the lock, opening the locker and moving sluggishly as he pulled off the top half of his hero costume. He looked down at his chest, feeling disgust roll in his gut as he looked at the lump that was his breasts stuffed into a too-small sports bra. He had to look up and away from them as he grabbed his binder out of the locker, taking off the bra and giving his breasts a moment to breathe. He sat down heavily on the bench behind him, whimpering a bit as he rubbed the slightly damaged tissue. He placed his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands, sniffing a bit as tears formed in his eyes again.

"Eijirou?" a familiar voice asked from behind him. He felt his heart begin to pick up, beating heavily in his ears as he hyperventilates.

He pushed it down, hoping that they hadn't seen his chest, sports bra or binder yet. "Y-yeah?" he stuttered, turning his head a bit and catching sight of Denki standing behind him with wide eyes.

"Are you trans?" the blond boy blurts out and then claps his hand over his mouth, obviously regretting what he had said.

"Please don't have me," he whispered, standing up and tugging the binder messily over his head. "Please don't tell anyone," he says after that, tears streaking down his face.

Instead of shouting at him as he expected, Denki rushed forward and wrapped his arms around the redhead. Eijirou sobbed a bit harder as his friend hugged him, finally letting the pent up feelings leave him. "Me too," he whispered, resting his forehead on Eijirou's shoulder so that the other teenager could feel the tears that were racing down his own face. "Well, genderfluid, but same difference."

"Really?" he asked as he pulled back, wiping messily at his face.

"Yeah," he nodded, "and it sucks."

"What are you right now?" Eijirou asked, his stomach dropping as he realized how many times he must have misgendered his friend.

Denki sobbed a bit harder, pawing at the tears, "Today I'm agender," he responded. "Only one person has ever asked me that."

"Who else knows?" the redhead asked.

"Kyouka, anyone else know for you?" they responded through sobs.

"No, you're the first," he replied.

"Sorry that I had to find you like this, but I'm glad I can confide in you now, sometimes I think Kyouka gets fed up with me," they chuckled damply.

"I doubt it, she loves you a lot," Eijirou sighed, patting his friend's shoulder comfortingly.

"Yeah, I guess she does," the blond teenager shrugged. He reached out, hugging his friend close to him again before he turns and begins to walk out of the locker room. "Aizawa-sensei was wondering where you were, I should go tell him and leave you to finish changing. Bye Eijirou."

"Bye Denki," he mumbled, waving to his friend as the mop of blond hair disappears out the heavy locker room door. The redhead collapsed down on the bench, leaning against the lockers that he had always thought were much too close together. Only when his skin made contact with the cold metal did he realize that he was still only in his binder and that it was pulling in several different places. He sat back up as straight as he could and tugged on it, doing the stretches he always did as he made sure that it was fitting right.

Before another person could enter the locker room, he tugged his shirt on over his head and finished getting changed into his school uniform. When he emerged from the dark, poorly smelling room he found the teacher in front of him. "Kirishima," the exasperated man sighed. "You were supposed to head back to the classroom as soon as you were done with the exams."

"I, uh, had to change," he said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand as he spoke to his teacher. A bubble of panic settled in his stomach as he began to worry about the teacher finding out about him. He wasn't sure that he could take coming out to another person after just failing the exams due to his shitty Quirk.

"Hmph," the older man frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "You could have at least told someone where you were going. With the recent villain attacks, it is crucial that we make sure everyone is safe and accounted for."

"Sorry, sensei," he apologized, clearing his throat as he felt his face heat up.

"Just don't let it happen again," he huffed, turning on his heel and walking down the hall and back to the classroom. Eijirou followed behind him a few yards away, his hand shoved in his pockets. He felt his stomach roll again as he thought about how he would have to face all of his classmates when it was guaranteed that they would have all passed. After all, the boys in the class all had incredibly manly Quirks and all of the girls were talented and skilled with everything that they tried to do.

He kept his eyes pointed down to the ground as he walked into the room and to his desk. He placed his head in his hands as he listened to the people talk around him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he flipped around, scared that whoever it was would feel his binder. "You okay, Eiji?" Denki asked as they sat down next to him.

He felt his body visibly relax as he realized that it was just his friend "Yeah," he lied easily. Denki gave him a look before he took his seat in front of him, falling silent as the teacher returned to where the podium was.

"As some of you are well aware, not everyone in this class passed the exam," he began, and Eijirou saw Satou, Mina, Sero, and Denki all look exasperated and defeated in their own ways. In some sadistic part of his mind, he felt a little bit better knowing that it wasn't only him and Satou that had failed. He winced at his own internal monologue, running a hand through his hair. "And I said that anyone that did not pass the final exam would not be allowed to go to the Summer Camp, but this was just a logical ruse," he smiled as the entire class groaned in varying degrees of anger.

Eijirou threw his hands down onto the desk, throwing his head back as he felt all the stress and shame that he been building up due to his failure melt away in frustration. "Really, man? Really?" he grumbled under his breath as he threw himself forward to look at the man in front of the class.

"Hey, shut up, all of you," their teacher grumbled, waving his hand to silence the class. "Everyone who did not pass is going to be required to take extra classes as they obviously need them."

"Rude!" Mina huffed, leaning forward in her seat and folding her bright pink arms underneath her breasts. A ways away, on the other side of the classroom Eijirou could see Mineta's eye nearly bulging out of his head. The sight made his stomach roll with disgust and he had to resist the urge to walk over to his friend and save her somehow.

"Ashido," he turned his glare to look specifically at her and she sank back down in her seat, pouting a bit. He huffed a bit, leaning more heavily on the podium in front of him as he began to rattle off the details about the Summer Camp. He spoke and answered questions, even if he did so with an annoyed expression on his face until the end of day bell rang. They all shot up out of their seats, nearly trampling each other as they tried to get around one another.

Soon, the self-proclaimed Bakusquad had all found each other and were walking in a large group, all of them somehow forming a circle around the appointed 'leader' of their group. "You're all fucking idiots," Bakugou growled as he hiked his backpack up a bit further on his shoulder.

"Why are we idiots this time?" Denki asked, their eyes rolling playfully into the back of their head. "I mean, besides the obvious."

"Literally none of you passed!" he hissed out, turning to face those of the group that were standing behind him.

"Aw, c'mon, I passed," Hanta huffed, frowning a bit as the blond chided him for something he didn't do. "Even if it was technically that pervert's doing. I still passed!"

"Yeah, at least be nice to Hanta!" Denki huffed, defending their friend. "I mean, the rest of us failed kinda miserably."

"Damn straight," Bakugou chuckled as they continued to make their way down the hall. The crowds of other students parted a bit as they came across the Bakusquad, all a bit intimidated by the explosive teen in the middle of a circle of teenagers with dangerous Quirks.

"As much as I love being here with you guys, my dads are texting me," Mina pulled her phone out of her pocket, looking down at the most recent text that she had received from one of her fathers.

"Bye Mina!" Denki sighed, wrapping his arms around her for a minute as he hugged her goodbye.

"Bye Mina," Eijirou grinned at her as he too gave her a tight, yet brief hug.

"See ya," Hanta smirked, running his hand over her wild pink hair in between her horns. She narrowed her eyes playfully at him as she tossed her head back and forth, trying to get away from the offending hand. She waved at them as she sprinted down the hall.

"I should probably go find Kyouka," Denki mumbled after Mina had finally bound out of their sights. At the mention of their friend's girlfriend, Hanta's shoulders slumped and he quickly became rigid.

"Yeah, go find your girlfriend before someone else does," Eijirou chuckled, winking at his friend. The blond didn't seem to find it very funny as their face paled and they waved before hastily sprinting down the hall in the direction of their girlfriend. The rest of the group continued to stalk down the hall before Sero pulled away from them, leaving just Eijirou and Bakugou walking down the hall.

They were completely silent until they had almost made it all the way to their neighborhood. Bakugou turned to him, bright red eyes meeting bright red eyes for a moment before he spoke, "I'm glad you're going to get to go to the fucking Summer Camp, Shitty Hair."

"Me too," he grinned toothily at his friend, placing on hand behind his head. "I was so worried that I wasn't going to get to come and you would all be having fun without me but now I'm super relieved!" He had to ignore the flutter in his heart that he was getting from the other teenager talking to him like he cared.

"That's just our shitty fucking teacher pulling his 'logical ruse' bullshit on us again," Bakugou rolled his eyes. "One of these days the rest of the class is going to learn to see through those."

"You didn't believe him?" the redhead asked, turning to look at the ashy blond a little bit more fully.

"Not really," he shrugged. They walked the rest of the way in silence, giving Eijirou time to fantasize about what they would be doing at the summer camp.