Moving in the dorms had been a big adjustment for everyone involved. The summer camp had been a disaster, with Kacchan being kidnapped and multiple students injured, but it was nice being able to get closer to his classmates, in Izuku's opinion. He loved his mother, but it was also nice to get away from her near constant hovering. So the dorm was a win win situation in his opinion, and he got to see Toshi every day!!
With such big changes he didn't really think all that much about his clothing choices when he got dressed Sunday morning. A burnt orange skirt that went to about his mid thigh, paired with a white crop top with neat kanji that said 'crop top' as well as black thigh high socks to keep his legs warm from the weather. It was his usual weekend clothing, so he thought nothing of it as he left his dorm, confident as ever with a skirt hugging his waist.
When he entered the kitchen he spotted Hitoshi, a grin spreading across his lips as he skipped over. The purple haired boy turned his head at the sound of his feet hitting the tile and his entire face flushed bright red, mouth hanging open and a sound leaving his lips that resembled a boiling kettle.
"You okay Toshi?" Izuku asked, tone laced with concern as he pressed his hand to the other boys forehead; his lips drawing down into a concern. Hitoshi opened and closed his mouth a few times, sounding like a dying whale as his eyes went from Izuku's outfit to his face.
"You're wearing a skirt." He ground out finally, his voice laced with what could be described at pain, cheeks darkening even more as Izuku tipped his head to the side curiously.
"I wear them when we're not in class, have you never seen me in a skirt?"
"No, I've never been this blessed." It was Izuku's turn to blush as he slapped his boyfriends shoulder, before hiding his face in his chest.
"Toshiii you can't say things like that!" He whined loudly, the purple haired boys hands coming to rest on his waist comfortably, but before he could reply a shriek broke through the kitchen.
"DEKU YOU LOOK SO CUTE OH MY GOD!" Izuku jumped from Hitoshi's embrace, face still alight with a blush as he rubbed the back of his neck self consciously. Huh, guess he really had never worn a skirt around any of his classmates.
"Thanks Ochako, I usually dress up on the weekends." He mumbled, looking away embarrassed. Ochako grinned, grabbing her best friends hand.
"C'mon we have to show the rest of the class how cute you look!"
Izuku's sound of protest fell on deaf ears as the brunette dragged him into the common room that was filling up with hero students, it was deathly silent for a moment before it exploded in compliments.
"Mon Ami where did you get that skirt it's magnificent!" Aoyama was staring at him like a predator caught its prey.
"Midoriya you look so manly!" Kirishima was sobbing about his manliness, and how awesome it was that he was breaking gender stereotypes.
"Izuku you look amazing! We have to go shopping together some time!" Momo had appeared in front of him, along with a group of the girls, all of them appearing like sharks catching a scent of blood.
The poor boy was left waving his hands in embarrassment, cheeks bright red from the attention.
"The Nerds dressed like that since we were fuckin kids, not a big deal." Kacchan rolled his eyes at the class as he made his way to the kitchen, coming back a minute later, an apple in hand.
"It was weird seeing him in the boys uniform this year, I haven't seen him wear pants since we were what? six?" He looked at Izuku for confirmation, who nodded after a moment of thought.
Hitoshi was still staring longingly at the thin piece of thigh showing between his socks and skirt, cheeks flushed.
"Why don't you wear the female uniform then Deku?" Ochako questioned, head tipped to the side curiously.
"Oh, I just wanted to make a good impression and everything since y'know, U.A is a hero school and everything." Izuku replied shyly, hiding his face under his bangs.
"Please for the love of kami wear the female uniform." Hitoshi breathed out, much to the chagrin of Iida who began to scold to boy about 'sexual misconduct in a hero school' while the rest of the class nodded along to Hitoshi's statement.
"You should Izuku! I have an extra uniform that would fit you if you want to wear it to class tomorrow!" Mina offered, and how could Izuku say no to that?
The next day Izuku showed up to class wearing the female uniform, Hitoshi was still bright red, muttering praises under his breath so only Izuku could hear. The classroom had exploded in compliments, a warm feeling spreading through Izuku's chest as he grinned at his friends, thanking Mina once again for the uniform before taking a seat at his desk.
When Aizawa arrived the man didn't so much as blink at the sight of Izuku in the female uniform, just continued on with his lesson like normal, only stopping his student after the class was over and the rest of the students had left.
"Midoriya, can you stay back for a second."
"Of course Aizawa-sensei." Izuku scurried in front of his teacher, tipping his head to the side curiously.
"I noticed you were wearing a female uniform today and wanted to confirm your pronouns and name to make sure I'm not misgendering you or deadnaming you." Izuku felt a swell of love and admiration for his homeroom teacher at his words, a sunshine smile spreading across his lips.
"I go by Izuku and He/Him pronouns still sensei, I just enjoy wearing skirts is all." The boy explained, hands waving around expressively.
Aizawa had to hide a fond smile in his capture weapon, unable to stop himself from comparing Izuku now to how he was at the beginning of the year. It was nice to see the problem child coming out of his shell and being himself.
"Alright kid, I just wanted to make sure, you're free to go." Izuku nodded, sending his teacher another grin, turning to leave.
"Oh and kid? You look nice." Izuku beamed once more, Aizawa complimenting him felt like when his mom did. Warm and made any insecurities melt away.
"Thank you Aizawa-sensei!" The teenager scurried out of the room, catching up with his friends to head to their next class.
The day went much the same until lunch, Izuku curled against Hitoshi's side as he chatted excitedly with Shouto about a new conspiracy theory. The peaceful environment was only interrupted by a disgusted scoff coming from behind Izuku.
The green haired boy turned around, eyeing Monoma with a raised eyebrow.
"Can I help you Monoma?" He questioned, voice sickly sweet.
"I can't believe they'd let the likes of you in class 1-A" The blonde eye'd Izuku in thinly disguised disgust, making Izuku's stomach turn uncomfortably.
"The likes of me?" He questioned, tipping his head to the side curiously.
"disgusting trannies, you'll infect the true heroes of this school." Izuku curled in on himself, eyebrows furrowed. He heard Ochako's indignant gasp and the temperature had lowered around the table but he was caught in his head, words repeating themselves to take notice.
"They should just kick you out, your kind doesn't belong here." Hitoshi slid off the bench, indigo eyes glowing dangerously.
"I'm giving you one fuckin chance to take that back Monoma."
"Defending your little freak?" Monoma mocked, before promptly being decked by Hitoshi. One solid punch and Monoma was KO on the floor, sprawled out as Hitoshi scoffed and spat at him with an aura of fury.
"Iida go get Aizawa, tell him what happened, im taking Zuku back to the dorms." No one questioned the boy as he gently persuaded Izuku into standing before leading his boyfriend back to the dorms.
Hitoshi lead Izuku back to his dorm, pulling the smaller boy onto his chest. Izuku buried his face into Hitoshi's neck, muffling his sobs as the purple haired boy cooed quietly and rubbed his back soothingly.
Izuku stayed curled up on Hitoshi for god knows how long crying his heart out, before his cries had died off into soft sniffles and low whines.
"What he said isn't true baby, he's just a bigoted piece of shit, and Aizawa's gonna rip him a new asshole." Hitoshi brushed green curls away from swollen red eyes to press a kiss against his eyebrow.
"There's nothing wrong with you wearing skirts, you look amazing, I love you okay? His opinion doesn't matter." Izuku nodded tiredly, to exhausted to formulate words as he nuzzled his face into Hitoshi's shoulder.
If the next day all the males of class 1-A, including Aizawa wore skirts in solidarity of Izuku, well that was no ones business. (Izuku cried the entire homeroom and hugged Aizawa-sensei for 10 minutes, Hitoshi has video evidence.)