Trans!Kirishima x Nomu

[NicTheDjinn]

They had all been warned that they shouldn't go out by themselves. There was little choice for those that had work studies, but outside of going to and from those, they were encouraged to always travel in at least pairs, the larger the group, the better. He should have known better. He should have. He knew first hand how dangerous some villains could be, this knowledge confirmed several times over in his time at Yuuei. It was his own self-esteem that had been his undoing. Eijirou Kirishima was an extraordinary young man that thought rather little of himself.

He had worked hard to get to where he was today, this fact present in several aspects of his life. His first big hurdle had been his sexuality and gender. He'd figured out very quickly that he felt like he was a boy and that he was attracted to other boy's, but the fear of being different made him afraid to speak up. This continued to be true till middle school. When he turned twelve he found he couldn't help himself. He stood up to bullies even though his quirk wasn't very strong, not backing down even though the way they called him a girl hurt. He knew they didn't know, he hadn't told anyone, but it still hurt. A year later, he was still at it and he couldn't take it anymore.

He finally came out to his parents which had been long since divorced at this point. His mother blamed his father for their 'defective' daughter and that was the last he saw of her. It was painful to say the least, but his father did his best to comfort and love him. He got him his first binder and a hair cut, as well as started the process of changing his name, letting him pick whatever name he liked. He chose Eijirou. Once the name change was approved, he was transferred from one school to another so that he could have a fresh start where everyone would accept him as a boy after a talk with the school's principal. He continued to bind of course and was allowed to wear the boy's uniform. Like before, he picked up on trying to rescue the victims of bullies, if ineffectively. He just couldn't help himself!

He got top surgery for his birthday when he was fifteen and he couldn't be happier. It wasn't long after that when he'd found his inspiration and started to work out as hard as he could as well as work on strengthening his quirk properly. By the time he'd graduated from middle school, he'd just started hormones and looked like a completely different person, his dye job completing his transformation into the person he wanted to be. Less of an issue had been coming out to his father as gay. Turns out his father was too and had married his mother out of familial obligation. Needless to say it hadn't worked out, but Eijirou had been happily raised by his single father till he'd gotten a loving and supportive stepfather.

Once in Yuuei came the next two hurdles in his life. The challenge of working his body and quirk to the level it needed to be at and the challenge of growing as a person into who he wanted to be. He had taken the first steps, but now he needed to follow through and keep it going. Time and time again he and all the others were tested and they'd always come out on top, knowing there would always be a new challenge set before them. This was what lead him into the trouble he was about to find himself in. He'd proven himself a very capable hero already and that confidence was his undoing. He'd left the school on his own as he'd been doing it plenty for his work studies anyway. He just needed some time by himself was all.

Living in a dorm and working at a hero agency meant he was surrounded by people all the time. He'd just wanted a little break. He'd left the dorm, offering a little lie about how he was going to go to the convenience store for a snack and would be back soon. It was a half-lie and he didn't intend on staying out for too very long and intended on going to the store on his way back so that he'd have proof of his visit. Instead of going there for now, he instead walked to a nearby park. There he made his way over to a secluded koi pond, sitting himself down to watch the beautiful fish swim. He'd even bout some food for them from the little machine, tossing in pinches at a time to make it last. He sighed contently as he watched lost focus on the world around him, just needing a moment to not think about his upcoming exam, or hero training, or villains, or heroes, or friends... He just needed to exist for a little while, that's all. Unfortunately for him, he'd chosen to exist in a very secluded area where no one had eyes on him and were too far away to hear him. Stupid, amateur mistake...

.....

This was, by far, the most villainous thing the League had come up with so far. But, like all of their plans, it was also necessary.

Nomus were the pinnacle of medical and biological engineering, but they also happened to be a pain in the ass to create. Not only did you have to find a criminal that no one would miss but also had the physical prowess to withstand having the amalgamation of quirks shoved into them without dying. Then there was the matter of collecting the quirks that they wanted to place into the Nomu in question. And then even after all of that, there was still the fact that they had to let the thing cook or else it’d be entirely useless.

Being that the Nomu were tedious to create this way, there had to be an easier way to make them. Eventually, an answer came to them. Why not create Nomu in the same way that humans were made? Of course, this required an extra deal of genetic engineering and fuckery given the Nomu’s base DNA was still human, but that was eventually solved. Then there was another problem. Who would be the one to carry these Nomu? The only one that was physically able to within the group was Toga, but she was much more valuable on the battlefield than she would be birthing Nomu.

The idea of kidnapping a hero was tossed out, then quickly shot down. It was way too risky. Then there was also the idea of just kidnapping another useless nothing villain or even a random civilian, that was the simplest option. But that was also tossed out the window when information on some of the students within U.A.’s Class 1-A came back. Particularly about one Eijirou Kirishima.

Himiko, Twice, and Spinner were all against the idea of having him be the one to carry the Nomus, saying that it was disrespectful to Magne’s memory, but Shigaraki reminded them that there were some lines that had to be crossed here. That had already been crossed. After all, it was all in pursuit of that better world they were all in search of. That they agreed on and the plan was put into motion.

Dabi was sent out in a disguise to try and track the faux red-head down and try to find an opening where they could nab him. It was then that he noticed the teenager wandering off by himself. He sent a message to Shigaraki while tailing the boy, wondering if his leader wanted him to nab him now or wait for later.

It was decided that they wouldn’t waste this opportunity. Once Eijirou had made his way into a secluded spot, Dabi would strike. It didn’t take too long to that exact situation to present itself, the black-haired man watching as the redhead crouched down to feed some koi fish. Cute, but a foolish move given his class’s luck as of late. He pulled a tranq gun out of his pocket, checking it to make sure it was loaded. His feet moved quickly and silently, bringing the villain up behind the boy. He aimed quickly, pulling the trigger and sticking the tiny fart into Eijirou’s neck.

Once the teen was out and coordinates were sent to Shigaraki- and, by extension, Kurogiri- it was just a matter of waiting for the portal to open up and drag Eijirou through. The portal led into a wide, empty room, a warehouse like door on one wall. A standard door stood on another, a glass window beside it. Dabi unceremoniously dumped the red-head’s body in the middle of the floor, heading over to the door. He slipped inside, nodding at Shigaraki.

The blue-haired villain leaned forward, swiping an airhorn from the desk. He pressed down a button on a microphone, leaning the horn into the mic before pressing down and letting out a blaring ’HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK’. He stopped after a second or two, Dabi leaning in toward the window to see if that had woken the teen up.

.....

He shouldn't have gone out by himself like this. He definitely shouldn't have purposely isolated himself, even if he wanted to just be on his own and not also cooped up in his dorm. There were other options he could have taken and though this was one of the most peaceful ones, it was also one of the most dangerous. Sure enough, it proved to be exactly that. He hadn't even let anyone know where he was actually going so they wouldn't even have a lead on what happened to him.

By the time he noticed that he was, in fact, no longer only in the company of beautiful fish, it was far too late. He was only just starting to slowly turn his head to try and peek at whoever he'd felt growing closer without giving away that he'd noticed when there was a small, but sharp pain at his neck. He'd hardened his back under his clothes just before that in anticipation of an attack, but this wasn't something he'd expected. He gasped, mostly from being startled, skin instinctively hardening around the already embedded needle. He canceled his quirk then yanked the dart out in hopes of not letting any more of whatever was in there to get into his system. A generally moot gesture considering it was all pumped into him in a fraction of a second.

The boy stared at the man that had shot him and heart hammering. He knew who this was and who they worked for. He activated his quirk once again, this time full-body, claws extending his fingertips into sharp points. Then he wobbled. He widened his stance, and in seconds he was swaying in place. A part of his mind realized that he'd definitely been drugged, but the rest was coated in a heavy haze. His mouth worked, but the sounds that left him were no longer words, then he was falling over and growing still. Moving him after that was simple enough, particularly as his quirk had failed entirely as he faded from the conscious world.

The drug they had used to put him under was not a particularly strong one and so only a few minutes later and his mind was already starting to very slowly float back in. There was a very minor jerk at a very loud sound and it added to his already mounting confusion. He was laying on something cold and hard. Definitely not the park's soft grass. His eyes fluttered open to discover he was definitely not in the park anymore. Where 'not in the park' he was, though, he had no idea. He also didn't know how he'd gotten here or why he was waking up here. Alarm was very slow to build, but he was slowly pushing himself up to stand only to fall back over with a grunt and delayed ripple of his quirk.

When he tried it again, he managed to stay on his feet this time and just sort of looked around dumbly, his stance wide and awkward as his mind struggled to comprehend what was going on. Where even was he? He didn't know... He also didn't know how he'd gotten there. Where was he? Wait. He'd already thought these things before hadn't he? Shit... "'lo?" he slurred, not even sure why he'd hoped to get an answer. He was alone in here after all. Just a floor, ceiling, walls, and a couple of doors. No one to answer him. It didn't even occur to him that whatever it was that had woken him up had to have come from somewhere he couldn't see.