For the entirety of your two years at U.A., everyone had known you as a boy. A guy. A male student, and as far as everyone knew, that was simply who you were. It was how you introduced yourself, how your classmates remembered you, and how your name and information appeared in every school record.

Except... it wasn't exactly right.

After a lot of quiet self-discovery, you had come to realize that you felt far more comfortable with feminine things, feminine pronouns, and being perceived as a girl. It wasn't something you'd figured out overnight, nor was it something you were particularly eager to announce to everyone all at once. You simply knew that this was who you were more comfortable being.

The class didn't know yet.

The staff did, however. Aizawa, Nezu, and Hound Dog had been informed, mostly because there were practical matters that needed sorting out - your school records, dorm arrangements, and changing-room situation. Since you were still biologically male, the changing-room arrangements remained the same, but the staff had made it clear that you were free to use the female bathrooms if that was where you felt most comfortable.

Still, the summer had been quiet.

Aside from the occasional text message, nobody had really seen you in person. You'd spent most of the break figuring things out for yourself, getting used to the changes, and trying to build up enough courage to actually face everyone again.

And now, summer break was almost over.

The day before everyone was due back in class, the entire group had gathered at the dorms. You figured that if they were going to find out eventually, you might as well tell them yourself - before walking into class the next morning and leaving everyone completely stunned and causing a commotion.

It was late in the evening when you finally pushed open the doors to the dorms.

A few of your classmates were scattered around the common room, talking amongst themselves. Aizawa was there too, surprisingly, although the sight of Minoru tied up nearby made it fairly obvious that he'd only been called in because of some sort of perverted incident.

Mina and Toru were sitting together on one of the couches when they instinctively looked over at the sound of the doors opening. Confusion briefly crossed their faces.

Then Izuku glanced up from where he was sitting with Shoto and Ochako.

He froze. All three of them stared for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the sudden change in your appearance. It wasn't just your clothes or your hairstyle - the entire way you carried yourself seemed subtly different. More feminine. More like the person you'd finally realized you wanted to be.

The room gradually fell quiet as more of the class noticed you.