:fallen_leaf: Trans!Bakugo x OC :fallen_leaf: (part 2)

After many many months, I’ve finally made part two to my Trans!Bakugo fic! This one is much longer than the last one. :sweat_smile:

If you’re not comfortable with LGBT content, or ocxcc content, skip this story.

My inspiration for this AU came from this amazing artist on Instagram!

The two have been together nine months, now. Bakugo had been refusing to meet her parent for so long. Finally, he agrees to spend the weekend with them to celebrate Thanksgiving. He’s nervous of what her dad may think, but he ends up being in for a surprise.

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"Come on, Katsuki. It's going to be so much fun! Please come with me." Kurumu pleaded, clutching the hand of the man she loved so dearly.

"Have you told them?" He asked, much calmer than his usual demeanor. Still, she knew exactly what he was referring to.

"What? No, it's never come up. Why would that even-"

"Good! Let's keep it that way." He snapped at her. "I don't want to risk them finding out. I hear the shit your dad says to you. I don't want to give him ammunition to use against me."

"He's not like that, Katsuki. I'd never tell them unless you were okay with it. Besides, it wouldn't matter to them, either way. My parents will still think the same of you, just like I do." Kurumu said softly, cupping his cheek with her warm, soft hand. Bakugo smiled for a moment, leaning against the palm of her hand.

"I wish everyone could see things the way you do." He muttered, his smile quickly fading.

"No matter what, you will always be my number one hero. I can promise you that." She stood on her tip-toes and gave him a quick kiss. "Go to your dorm and pack your stuff for the weekend. My parents will be picking us up in a couple hours. Then we're going to my house for Thanksgiving dinner."

"Fine, but if you breathe a word about-"

"Katsuki. Stop. I made a promise to you, and I intend to keep that promise. Don't worry." She reassured him, then kissed his cheek and made her way to her dorm to pack.

When it was time for her parents to arrive, they stood outside the dorms alongside Kyo. The boys glared at each other, while Kurumu was as radiant as can be. She couldn't be happier that the man she loved was finally getting to meet her parents, after nine long months of refusing to do so. Every time he was invited, he declined the offer in fear of what they may think of him. However, it was their Thanksgiving dinner and Kurumu wouldn't stop begging. In the end, he caved in to her. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he shouldn't say no to free food, or time with his girlfriend. Before long, a yellow sports car squealed tires in the parking lot and screeched to a stop in front of them. The top was down with a clear view of the twins' dad in the drivers seat.

"Get in losers, we're going home." Michael shouted to them, pushing up his sunglasses as he waited for them to get inside.

"This.. this is your dad..?" Bakugo asked, unamused.

"Yup. Can't you tell? He's the one I get my good looks from!" Kurumu laughed and put their bags in the trunk. Then she got in to the back seat, Bakugo following suit, and Kyo getting in last to the front seat.

"Dad, you're an idiot if you think we're riding with the top down in the middle of November.." Kyo pushes the button to bring up the soft-top hood of the car and latching it in to place.

"Sorry son, I didn't realize you were the Fun Police." Michael scoffed and turned on the heat in the car.

"Oh, please. You're being overly dramatic." Kyo rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I wonder if you're really my dad.."

"SoMeTiMeS i WoNdEr- shut up. You're blessed to have me as your father. Otherwise, you kids wouldn't have turned out so damn good looking." The blonde man laughed and started to make the drive home.

"I'm telling mom you said that.." Kyo smirked and rest his chin on his hand as he gazed out the window.

"You're not telling her shit. I'll disable that credit card quicker than you can blink." Michael smirked back, knowing he had his son right where he wanted him. The smug grin on Kyo's face quickly faded.

"This isn't over.." he mumbled, leaving the rest of the car ride to be a quiet one. Kurumu had been leaned over on Bakugo's shoulder the entire time, nearly falling asleep. On the other hand, he was very tense. His nerves were shot over having to deal with the whole thing, to begin with. The palms of his hands started to sweat, so he repeatedly wiped them on his pants, trying to be inconspicuous.

'Shit.. at this rate, I'll never be able to handle an entire weekend..' he thought to himself, getting worked up even more. The situation itself bothered him, but what bothered him even more was the feeling that he couldn't control his emotions over it. It seemed as though his heart was going to pound out of his chest. He glanced down at his sleepy girlfriend and couldn't help but to smile, just a little. The relaxed look on her face made him start to calm down. His heart rate slowed down, eventually returning to its resting pace. That is, until he realized they were pulling in to the driveway.

"Hey, wake up." Bakugo softly nudged Kurumu's face with his shoulder. She peeked up at him with lazy eyes, the corners of her pink pouty lips turning upwards.

"I'm awake, sweetheart." She kissed his cheek and raised up to stretch.

"Alright, children, out of the car." Michael stepped out of the car and leaned his seat up for them to climb out. Kurumu stepped out first, going to the trunk to get their bags. Bakugo stepped out and examined their house from the outside. It wasn't as extravagant as he expected it to be. The white two story house looked to be just big enough for the family of four. He snapped out of his trance when Kurumu handed him his bag.

"Ready to go inside? Or would you prefer gawking at it all weekend?" She laughed.

"Shut up, stupid. I'd actually prefer gawking." He mumbled, not mentally prepared at all for going inside. She shook her head and grabbed his hand, lacing her fingers with his.

"Come on, Katsuki. Everything will be fine. I can promise you that." Kurumu reassured him, lightly tugging at his hand to bring him inside. Bakugo found it odd that he was being invited over for dinner, but the house just smelled of a hot maple toddy candle that was sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Alright, kiddo, I've got everything laid out for you in the kitchen. Have fun." Michael slapped his daughter on her back, making her let out a small "oof". Then he put his hand on Bakugo's back, leading him in to the living room with the rest of the family. "I'll just steal him for a while, since you'll be busy making dinner!"

"Wait, what?!" Bakugo tried to jerk away before her dad could feel the binder through the thin material of his shirt. The man just smiled and grabbed his shoulder.

"I said you're coming to sit with me, boy. Is that a problem?" Michael said in a more stern voice, leading Bakugo to a chair to sit down, while Michael returned to the couch with his wife, Kizaki. Kyo sat in another chair across the room.

"So, Mr. Bakugo. What are your intentions with my daughter?" Her father asked, trying to be intimidating.

"Well, I'm not gonna run away and elope with her, if that's what you're assuming.." Bakugo sat back and crossed his arms.

"Awhh, Katsuki.. why not?" Kurumu called out from the kitchen.

"Because it would cost more than I could make just to feed you!" He yelled back to her. She paused for a moment.

"You right.." she shrugged, then went back to cooking.

"Well, at least someone knows now what I've had to deal with her whole life." Michael laughed for a second, then his face got serious. "Look, I get that you're somebody she ires very much. However, if you hurt her in any way, I will come find you and hurt you in return."

"Oh yeah? Awfully big talk for an old man. What's your quirk?" Bakugo inquired, a smug grin on his face.

"Don't have one. Don't need one when I've got these guns." He flexed both of his arms, showing off his muscles.

"Hah! Yeah right. I'll blow your ass to oblivion!" Bakugo laughed, making the palms of his hands light up with tiny explosions.

"He's right, you know." Kizaki mumbled, brushing her long black hair from her face to reveal her deep violet eyes. She glanced at her husband, unamused. "All he would have to do is aim one good blast at you. No matter how hard your fists are, they won't save you from an explosion."

"Even your wife doesn't agree with you!" Bakugo laughed some more and wiped a stray tear from his eye. "Must be hard to know she's probably more badass than you are."

"He's never had a problem with it before. He better not now." Kizaki sassed, making Michael change the subject.

"This isn't about me.." he mumbled, then looked to Bakugo. "Katsuki, is it? You better realize that my only daughter is making dinner for you, slaving away at the stove. Respect her and love her. If you break her heart, I'll have to break your face."

"Don't you dare! He's much too handsome!" Kurumu yelled out frantically. Bakugo just laughed and stood up from his chair.

"You're right. She is slaving away to make all of us dinner. But if you think I'm gonna sit back and let her do it all herself, you're dead wrong, old man." He walked to the kitchen and put his hands on Kurumu's hips from behind. She turned to him and smiled, giving him a quick kiss on his lips.

"I wondered how long it would take you before you'd be in here to help." She giggled, tossing him a dark blue apron. He put it over his head, then tied it around his waist.

"What all do you have done?" He looked in to the double ovens to see what was inside.

"I only have the turkey and ham in the bottom oven to heat up. They're already cooked, they just need to be warmed. Everything else still needs to be made up." She'd had the ingredients lined out for all of the side dishes.

"Alright, slowpoke. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can eat." Bakugo grabbed a wooden spoon and followed her instructions on whatever needed done. Kyo went up to his room to wait, while her parents watched them in the kitchen, for a moment.

"He's a good boy, Mike. Let him make her happy." Kizaki rubbed her husband's shoulders, then traced the muscles on his toned back.

"I know. I just have to make sure that we have an understanding with each other after dinner.." Michael stroked the stubble on his chin as he examined Bakugo from head to toe.

"Alright, but let's leave them alone, for now." His wife tugged on his arm, making him sit back down so they could watch a movie.

A little over an hour later, dinner was finally ready. The table was set and they all sat down to eat. Her parents asked Bakugo questions quite often throughout dinner, asking him about his parents and what they do, as well as what his goals are. Naturally, he boasted about how he would become the number one hero, and Kurumu had no problem bragging on his potential.

"I've never seen someone that can do what Katsuki can! He's so fast when he uses his explosions to blast through the air! They're really powerful, too. It's hard to keep my force fields up when he fires me off at me!" She gushed, fan girling over him. Of course, this fed his already massive ego. He kept a smug grin on his face the entire time she bragged about him.

"How do you fair against him, Kyo?" Kizaki looked to her son.

"I don't want to talk about it.." he mumbled, stuffing his face some more.

"Please, you're just mad that I've beaten you both times we've been put against each other in t training." The grin on Bakugo's face never faded, consistently showing how proud he was.

Eventually, they all finished eating and Kurumu got to work on the dishes. Bakugo started to help her out, but felt a hand on his shoulder, once again. Bakugo quickly jerked away and stepped back.

"What is it?" He asked hastily.

"Don't worry about that. You're stepping outside with me for a bit." Michael has already put his jacket on and motioned for Bakugo to follow suit. When he walked outside, he closed the sliding glass door behind them. His nerves were already getting worked up again. Michael pulled out a patio chair and sat down at the table, lighting up a cigarette.

"I debated on bringing this up to you, but I want you to know that we're both clear about something." He said, breathing out a cloud of smoke away from the boy.

"About what, exactly?" Bakugo asked, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.

"About that binder you're wearing." Michael said quietly. At first Bakugo tried to act like he didn't know what her father was talking about, but then he finally owned up to it.

"Alright, old man, what about it?" He turned his head, unable to look at him.

"You need any help or have any questions? You know, with transitioning?" The blonde man asked, taking another hit of his cigarette.

"What the hell would you know about any of it?" Bakugo snapped.

"Well, I'm basically a doctor who just specializes in quirks. I might not seem like much, but I can definitely help you out with anything you need." Michael took another long hit of his cigarette, then propped it on to the ash tray.

"I don't need your help.." Bakugo grit his teeth and tried to keep his volume low.

"That's your decision, but I wanted to offer. I've had plenty of friends who are going through what you are. So if you need someone to come to in confidence, you can always come to me." He stood up and finished off his cigarette. "One more thing. Does Kurumu know?"

"Of course she knows. I didn't want her to, at first. I didn't want her to get close to me because I was afraid she wouldn't think of me as the man she needed. It's actually made things better." Bakugo shrugged, looking down at the ground.

"Who you identify as is who you are, plain and simple. You just have to believe it for yourself. I understand that it's not easy coming out to people. Quite frankly, it's none of their damn business, which is why this conversation stays between us. I just want you to know that you've got people here for you. This is a judgement-free house. Anything you need, we're always here to help and treat you like one of our own." Michael rubbed the top of Bakugo's hair, laughing as the boy swat his hands away.

"Yeah, I get it. I guess you're alright for an old man." Bakugo mumbled.

"And you're alright for a punk. Now get back inside while I finish this cigarette." He slapped Bakugo's back and watched him walk back in. Kurumu had the kitchen window opened slightly while she did dishes, so she could hear the entire conversation. When he came back inside, he saw her smiling brightly while she dried the dishes and put them away.

"How'd your talk go?" She asked, using her quirk to put the dishes up in the cabinets.

"Fine, I guess." He shrugged and took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack by the front door.

"Well, the dishes are now done. We have the rest of the evening to do whatever we want." Kurumu smiled and held his hand.

"How about a movie?" He suggested. She nodded and sat down on the couch with him, then put on a scary movie. Being the scaredy cat she is, she jumped and squeaked throughout the movie. After a while, she had gotten suspiciously quiet. Bakugo looked down to see her sleeping peacefully, her head on his chest and her hair covering her face. The tips of his fingers brushed her hair to the side. He reached up and grabbed a blanket, spreading it over them both. Then he kissed her forehead and held on to her tightly. Her parents noticed Kurumu laying on him and Kizaki sighed.

"Goodness.. she just sleeps anywhere. Mike, carry her up to bed." She motioned her husband to the couch.

"Don't touch her. She's comfortable. We'll just sleep here tonight." Bakugo waved them away.

"Are you sure? I don't have any problem moving her." Michael asked, but Bakugo insisted they leave her alone. So the couple went on upstairs and went to bed. Bakugo felt himself growing more tired. He gave her one more kiss on her forehead and held her close.

"Goodnight, Blondie. Sleep well..”

Word Count: 2,858

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Time taken: 5 hours (art) 2 days (writing)

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