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Izuku furrowed his brow at Jirou, who was slumped low in her seat. “Are you alright?”
She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. “No. I went to the office to get myself a new uniform and apparently it’s against dress code for girls to get the boys’ uniform with the pants, it’s ridiculous!” She handed him a crumpled paper with the UA dress code on it. “It’s so outdated and archaic, the stupid code doesn’t take queer people into account at all!”
Smoothing the paper out, Izuku read over the dress code, then read it a second time to make sure he understood. “That is outdated… Can I keep this?”
Jirou glanced at him curiously. “Yeah, go for it, why?”
“I have an idea.”
~~~
Izuku made sure to show up a little later to class than usual the next day, wanting to intentionally cause a fuss. The first person to notice him was Mina, who let out a little shriek. “ Mido! ” Her exclamation had everyone present staring at him and though the attention made him stress a bit, this was what he’d wanted. “What are you wearing!? ”
“Oh, this?” Izuku glanced down at himself casually. He had on the UA female uniform, wearing thigh high socks underneath his skirt so he didn’t have to show quite so much skin. He would’ve gone for tights but they didn’t have any in his size when he got his uniform, so he’d had to make do. He’d even gotten the tie pin that went along with the girls’ uniform and gotten help from his mother to tie it. “I’m in uniform!”
Iida’s entire face was a perplexing shade of red. “That’s-- Midoriya, that’s the girl’s uniform!”
Izuku nodded agreeably. “Mhm, it is. According to the dress code though, I’m allowed to wear it.” He went over to Jirou’s desk and showed her the line he’d underlined. “So it specifies girls can only order the girl uniform, but it doesn’t say anything about boys. I was hoping to get the rule changed and I thought a bold statement would work better than just words.”
Jirou’s eyes went a bit soft. “You did this for me?”
“Of course! It’s ridiculous for them to require you to wear the skirt version of the uniform, you should be allowed to wear pants. All the girls should, it should be a choice!” Izuku stood up taller, nose scrunched up unhappily at the injustice.
Mina poked Izuku in the hip. “Doesn’t hurt that you look cute as a button in a skirt, too!”
Izuku blushed crimson, looking like a strawberry. “This is not about aesthetic Mina, this is about justice! ” Before he could argue further, there was a loud commotion at the door. Turning, he saw Kirishima on the floor, eyes bugged out of his face, Katsuki’s hands smoking as he stared straight up at the ceiling, and Sero trying to pull his tape off of his jacket.
“Nerd, what are you wearing?” Katsuki seethed.
Izuku pouted, crossing his arms. “I’m wearing the uniform, Kacchan!” He stomped over to his desk and sat down, glaring, daring Katsuki to say anything. He made sure to keep his knees pressed together, not wanting to accidentally flash anyone. “I’m correcting an injustice!”
“Fuck’s sake,” Katsuki growled, dropping into his own seat and not acknowledging Izuku again. The rest of the morning was fairly normal, homeroom flying by unremarkably and blending quickly into math.
Ectoplasm wrote out an equation on the board, then turned to the class. “Who would like to volunteer to complete this one?” As he always did, Izuku raised his hand quickly, already halfway done with the problem in his head. “Midoriya, come on up.”
Izuku stood and walked up to the front, taking the chalk from the startled teacher and quickly solving the problem, muttering quietly to himself to keep on track. He managed to solve it in less than a minute, circling his answer and turning back to Ectoplasm. “Was that correct, Sensei?”
“Um, yes, that’s correct. Midoriya, the dress code--”
Pulling the dress code paper from his pocket, Izuku unfolded it and handed it over. “Says nothing about which version of the uniform I choose to wear. It only bans girls from the boys’ uniform, which is rather unfair, don’t you think so sensei?”
Ectoplasm read the paper before handing it back, nodding sharply. “Alright then, back to your seat. Good job solving the problem.”
Izuku returned to his desk, sitting primly and returning the paper to his pocket. A major part of his plan was getting teachers on his side, and Ectoplasm may not have said anything in support of Izuku’s cause but he didn’t kick up a fuss about Izuku’s skirt either.
~~~
“We’ve gotta get him to stop wearing the skirt, you guys,” Kaminari whined. He was hiding up in his dorm room with Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Katsuki, who was getting more annoyed by the minute. “His thighs! They’re gonna kill me!”
Mina sighed wistfully, draping herself over Kirishima’s lap. “He’s gotta know what he’s doing, right?”
Sero was facedown on the floor, using his hoodie as a makeshift pillow. “I don’t think he does, that’s what’s crazy. He’s got no idea that the entire class is thirsting after him, he’s literally doing this for nothing but wholesome reasons.”
Kirishima pressed his hands into his eyes. “I think I saw god when he was doing that math problem. Did you guys see how he had to lean up on tiptoe to start it? I want to squeeze him, holy hell.”
“Can you freaks quit being thirsty and do the fucking homework we got together to do??” Katsuki was tired of listening to them, he was going to explode soon if they didn’t shut up. “It’s just a dumb fucking skirt, he’s still the same nerd you all didn’t look twice at yesterday.”
Mina, like a shark smelling blood, sat up so fast she nearly cracked her skull on Kirishima’s. “ We all didn’t look at him yesterday, meaning you did?” She grinned, the expression creeping across her face slowly until it turned cheshire. “Do you have a crush, Blasty?”
Katsuki turned to her with a dead expression on his face, pointing a palm at her. “I will explode you and feel no remorse.”
She just squealed and crawled towards him. “You do have a crush, oh my god this is amazing! I’m totally gonna help you get your man!”
“You’ll do nothing and you’ll like it,” he bit out quickly.
“Mmm but you didn’t deny that he’s your man just now. Alright guys, no more thirsting over the green cutie, we’ve gotta support Blasty in his attempt to woo Mido!” Mina threw herself back into Kiri’s lap, shaking him by the shoulders. “We’ve gotta help him!”
Sero groaned loudly. “Why does Bakugou get dibs?”
“ Hah!? ” Katsuki snapped, standing up and letting his textbook fall to the floor. “I don’t have dibs!”
Kaminari perked up. “So I could ask him out?”
“ No! ”
Mina just giggled. “I wouldn’t if I were you Kami, he’s totally the possessive type.”
Katsuki grabbed his things, teeth bared in a snarl. “Do whatever you want, I don’t give a fuck. I’m gonna go study in peace , since you useless fucks obviously aren’t going to do anything useful.” He ripped open the door, startled when Izuku was on the other side, hand raised to knock. “The fuck are you doing here!?”
Izuku’s eyes were wide. “I-- um, I was looking for Mina? I asked Uraraka and Tsu to go to the mall with me tomorrow so I could get some new clothes, and Hagakure and Yaomomo overheard and they’re coming too, and Yaomomo’s looking for Jirou and she sent me to find Mina because they want a girls’ day out and apparently I’m a part of that now.” He said that all in one breath, pink rising in his cheeks.
“Shopping? I’m in! I’ll make a groupchat Mido, we’ll get it figured out!” She beamed at him from her place in Kiri’s lap.
“Okay, thank you Mina.” He smiled at her, murmured a quick, “bye Kacchan,” then fled. All eyes were on him as he left, still in the uniform skirt.
Katsuki shut the door and banged his head against it, sighing heavily. “Fuck me,” he groaned, “I have a fucking crush on him.”
“Glad you realized!” Mina cheered.
~~~
Mina Ashido added Izuku Midoriya, Ochako Uraraka, and four others to the chat!
Mina Ashido changed the group name to ‘Girls+Mido’
Mina Ashido updated seven nicknames!
Alien Kween: alright babes what time do we wanna leave tomorrow?
Strawby: why is this my nickname
Elphaba: you look like a strawberry when you blush
Strawby: nuh uh!
UWU: you so totally do!
Kermit: you do, sorry
Queen mother: I unfortunately have to agree, sorry Midoriya
Sk8r grl: back on topic, when are we leaving tomorrow?
Strawby: how about we leave at ten, then we can get lunch before we start our shopping?
Queen mother : excellent idea!
Elphaba: so what kind of clothes are we looking for for you, deku?
Strawby: um… well, I kinda really liked wearing the skirt today? And I was hoping that you guys would be cool with helping me figure out if it was a one time thing or if I’d want more of them for casual wear, and maybe figure out what would look good on me, but if that’s weird or you don’t want to I can totally go shopping another day and I’ll leave the chat and I won’t bother you anymore oh god this is weird I’m so sorry
Sk8r grl: holy shit dude breathe I know for a fact you’re holding your breath while you type
UWU: totally not weird, Mido! I know I’m happy to dress you up :)
Alien Kween: this is the best day of my life
Alien Kween: I have ascended
Alien Kween: I’m going to start a Pinterest board
Strawby: …am I in danger?
Elphaba: yes
Kermit: yes
UWU: yes
Sk8r grl: yes
Queen mother: yes
Alien Kween: :)
Strawby: …I’m going to go to sleep now, see you guys in the morning <3
~~~
Izuku was tired. They’d been to four different stores and he’d tried on probably a hundred different outfits, and bought quite a few. “Am I done yet?”
“Nope! You need some undies to go under all those cute outfits, you can’t go everywhere in your boxers!” Mina dragged Izuku towards a women’s underwear store, bouncing with every step. “You don’t want panty lines, do you??”
“I think that might be preferable to this…” He covered his face as he was dragged inside, willing the embarrassed blush away from his face. If he blushed right now he’d never escape the strawberry accusations.
Mina made him pick out several sensible pairs of underwear in addition to a few more… interesting options. And if she sent Katsuki a picture of Izuku carrying the bag with the brand name obvious on the side, nobody else needed to know.
~~~
Shouta was tired. He didn’t want to deal with whatever new nonsense his problem children had cooked up this week. It was first thing Monday morning, and his number one Problem Child was standing in front of his desk, a stack of papers in his hand, practically vibrating with intent, all while wearing a skirt. Clearly the skirt he’d worn Friday hadn’t been a one-off, and he wasn’t happy about having to deal with two thirds of the class drooling over the small green child all day.
“Midoriya, please just tell me what you want so I can move on with today’s lesson.” He leaned heavily against his podium, regretting not getting an extra cup of coffee before showing up. Sure, he’d chugged an entire pot, but he’d had time to brew a second one if he’d been efficient.
The kid slapped down the pages on Shouta’s desk, color high on his face making him look kind of like a strawberry. “This is a petition to change the dress code! Myself and the girls of the class went around yesterday and got over five hundred signatures from students and teachers!”
“What about the dress code are you trying to change?” Shouta asked tiredly.
Midoriya puffed up, having been acknowledged rather than shot down. “Right now the dress code doesn’t allow the girls to order or wear the boys’ uniform, and that’s not fair! The policy technically allows boys to order the girls’, so for the opposite to be untrue is a breach of justice! And that’s not even taking into account any gender non-conforming students, the policy isn’t at all fair to them--”
Shouta held up a hand to stop the rant. “Okay, alright, I get it. So you want me to sign it?”
“Yes please, and then if you could help me present it to Nedzu I’d appreciate it.” He smiled and pushed the pages towards his teacher, holding out a pen. “You’re his favorite teacher so if you present it, I think our chances will improve.”
Shouta skimmed the pages, making sure nothing weird was hiding in the fine print, then signed it and returned it to Midoriya. “We can go after school, now please return to your seat and let’s have a regular, uninterrupted day.” He couldn’t help but feel pride towards his students, organizing so quickly for something that meant so much to them. He also felt a small amount of shame for never noticing this before, he couldn’t help but wonder how many students the policy had harmed.
~~~
At the end of the school day, Aizawa walked to Nedzu’s office alongside Izuku, who was trembling. “Relax, kid. Your stress is contagious, you’re making me jumpy.”
“Sorry sir.” Izuku managed to contain himself as they made their way to Nedzu, but he had a death grip on his papers. He watched the door open on its own as they approached and followed Aizawa into the room, sitting in the seat he was offered.
Nedzu stood on his couch, pouring three cups of tea. “Midoriya-kun, how wonderful to see you! Aizawa-kun says you’ve got something for me?”
Izuku nodded, handing the principal his petition and taking the teacup. “Y-yessir. So in your hands you have over five hundred student signatures supporting an edit to the student dress code. As it stands right now, boys can order either uniform, but the girls are unable to order the boys’ uniform, and there’s no sort of allowance or accommodation for students who may be gender non-conforming. This petition supports changing the policy to allow students to wear whichever version of the uniform they feel most comfortable in regardless of their registered gender with the school so long as they still maintain the expected standards, even if that means owning and going back and forth between both versions. I don’t think it’s very fair that the girls can’t wear pants, sir.”
Nedzu looked through the petition quickly, taking in all of the signatures. “This is an impressive effort. How long did this take you?”
Izuku smiled softly. “Myself and the six girls in my class split up and went to all of the dorms yesterday to collect all of these signatures. We also got a bunch from different teachers, and I think we’d have gotten even more if there weren’t a bunch of people who went home for the weekend.”
The stoat nodded, clipping all of the pages of the petition together and leaning to set it on his desk. “Consider it changed! I’ll reword the policy tomorrow and have it implemented by Wednesday, but I’ll advise the office to allow any student to request either version of the uniform immediately.”
“And on top of-- wait, just like that?” Izuku blinked dumbly. “You don’t want to hear the rest of my speech?”
Nedzu laughed warmly. “No, Midoriya-kun, that’s quite alright. I have no problem adjusting the policy, I didn’t even realize it was bothersome to anyone. I don’t feel human emotions in the same way as you all do, this didn’t even cross my mind. I apologize for that, and I’m very impressed by your drive to help your friends.” He leaned across the table to pat Izuku’s hand. “You did it, go and share the good news.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir, thank you sensei!” Izuku ran off, lightning crackling in his wake as his quirk activated in excitement. He ran straight to the dorm, kicking open the door - mentally thanking Mina for making him buy shorts to wear under his skirts at the mall - and running into the common room. “We did it! The policy’s getting changed, just like that!”
The girls all whooped in delight and dragged Izuku into a group hug, giggling and congratulating both him and each other. Jirou in particular grabbed his face and bonked her forehead against his. “You’re the best, dude.”
Uraraka squeezed him tightly. “Go change into comfy clothes, we’re getting ready to do nails and I have the perfect color for you!”
“Okay!” Izuku went up to his room and changed, pulling on one of the soft skirts he’d gotten at the mall, this one in a muted shade of burnt orange that reminded him of absolutely no one at all. He tucked his favorite white ‘t-shirt’ t-shirt into the waistband and pulled on some clean socks before returning to the common room and sitting on the couch next to Tsu. “I’ve never painted my nails before,” he admitted.
“We’ll take good care of you Mido, don’t worry.”
~~~
Katsuki was dying. He was dying, he was dead, he wanted to put his head through a brick wall. Fucking Deku was prancing around the kitchen in an orange skirt. The shade of orange was a near perfect match for the orange of Katuski’s hero costume, and his dumb little socks had strawberries on them, and Katsuki was going to do something insane if he didn’t escape quickly.
“Kacchan, could you help me?” Izuku pouted up at the jar of popcorn kernels he was reaching for. “I can’t reach it.”
“The fuck? Use your quirk, idiot.” Katsuki was protesting but he already had the popcorn in his hand, having grabbed it without even realizing he was moving. The motion put him very close to Izuku, he could kiss the nerd if he just leaned down slightly--
Izuku leaned up and kissed Katsuki’s cheek. Kissed. His cheek. With his fucking lips, holy shit. “Thanks Kacchan!” he chirped happily, moving over to the popcorn machine casually, like he hadn’t just forced Katsuki’s brain to do a full reboot with one soft press of his lips.
Katsuki’s jaw was slack as he stared at Izuku, trying to gather his thoughts was like sand slipping through his fingers. “You…” He pointed at Izuku accusingly. “You can’t just--! You fuck!”
Izuku turned back towards Katsuki, the picture of innocence. “What, did you want some too? I can make extra, don’t worry.”
The fucker. Katsuki stalked over to him, hands landing on the counter either side of Izuku’s waist. “The skirts. They permanent?”
“Mhm, I like them.” Izuku squirmed a bit, unsure what to do with his own hands.
“Good,” Katsuki breathed, leaning in even closer. “You gonna punch me any time soon, you think?”
Izuku bit his lip - soft, plush, pink, pretty, fuck - and shook his head, eyes never leaving Katuski’s. “Not planning on it, no.”
All of the romance manga Katsuki’d read in secret had been training him for this moment. He lifted one hand, pressing it to Izuku’s waist, then lifted the other, cradling the back of his head. He waited, just for a breath, just to make sure Izuku had time to back away, and when the little nerd just leaned into the touch Katsuki ducked in, unable to resist any longer. He kissed Izuku like he needed it to breathe, like he’d die without it. It was messy, and clumsy, and absolutely perfect. He wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.
Izuku finally pulled back for breath, their lips just brushing as if he couldn’t bear to pull away any further. “I’ve wanted you to do that for basically forever,” he admitted softly.
“I’ll do it whenever you want, long as you’ll be my boyfriend.” Katsuki couldn’t look away from Izuku’s eyes, the verdant green seemed to contain all the secrets to life and the universe, tiny flecks of gold like stars shining through shimmering darkness. He wondered if he could tattoo that color on the inside of his eyelids.
Izuku gave a happy little squeal, nodding and tightening the arms he’d thrown around Katsuki’s shoulders. “Yes, please!”
Katsuki was smug, then paused a moment. “You’re cool with boyfriend, right? That’s a good term?”
“I’m still a boy, Kacchan, I just like to dress and present more feminine sometimes.” Izuku surged up for a short, sweet kiss, and holy shit that one was good as hell too. “Thank you for checking.”
Katsuki just grunted and pressed his face into Izuku’s neck, clinging shamelessly. “Course I’m gonna check, nerd. I’m the best at everything, and that means I’m gonna be the best boyfriend too.” He worried he was having a heart attack at the way his pulse stuttered when he got to hear that cute giggle right in his ear. Holy shit, he was so fucked.
~~~
Katsuki was in heaven. His head was pillowed in his boyfriend’s lap, one plush, perfect thigh either side of his head, and he was listening to his nerd ramble about the latest quirk he’d analyzed. Katsuki almost wanted to drift off, but he refused to shut his eyes and cut off the view he had of Izuku’s happy, expressive face as they cuddled up casually in his dorm room.
“Oh, sorry Kacchan, I’ve been talking for ages!” Izuku smiled down at him, and it was like being touched by the sun after an age of darkness. “You still awake down there?” He ran his fingers through Katsuki’s hair affectionately.
“Mhm,” Katsuki turned his head into the affection, taking the opportunity to kiss the sliver of skin exposed between the bottom of Izuku’s skirt and the top of his tall socks. “I like listening to you,” he said softly.
Izuku leaned down, bending himself in half to steal an upside down kiss. “Your phone’s been going off like crazy, do you want to check it?”
The damn thing was driving him crazy. Katsuki picked up his phone, skimming his notifications to check for anything urgent. “Just the idiots sharing selfies.” On impulse, he flicked open his camera, flipping it off and sending the picture off to the group chat before muting his phone and tossing it aside. “There, now it’ll quit buzzing.”
Izuku’s laugh, clear as a bell, was a balm for his soul. “You’re so cute, I want that picture.”
Katsuki sighed, grabbing his phone and forwarding it to Izuku without checking any messages. If he’d bothered to read any of them, he’d have seen that he sent the image to the class chat, not the bakusquad chat, and all eighteen students were battling rampant jealously at Katsuki having the honor and privilege of his head being pillowed by the best thighs in the entire school.
As if Katsuki was unaware of his luck. Izuku was his, and Izuku was the best, and Katsuki’d be damned before he let anyone forget either fact.