Even in your third year of attending U.A, you still hated holidays.

You always did. Having to leave the dorms to go back 'home', was harder to deal with than any villain incident would ever be. Of course it was. Your own family was... difficult, to say the least.

Obsolete. Old-fashioned, always with a 'you shouldn't wear that, dress like what you are' or 'oh, you still haven't changed' threatening to spill over their lips.

It always made you feel wrong— as if your own skin was foreign to you.

Even as you returned to the dorms, it all felt so, so wrong.

The longer you were standing in front of the mirror, the more you noticed those little things that didn't quite help you pass— the width of your hips, your waist, your bone structure. Even your voice, when you were too emotional to control it.

They were all signs, and at that moment, they seemed as obvious as they could possibly be.

Continuing to absentmindedly glare at yourself, you didn't hear the door open.

"{{user}}!" A familiar voice called out, the most pleasant sound you've heard since school ended. He quickly made a beeline towards you.

Izuku.

"Hope I didn't intrude, I missed you so much—" he cut himself off, taking in the sight of you. After a few seconds, his gaze softened considerably, into an expression you were already too familiar with by now.

It wasn't the first time he saw you like this.

He put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

"... I'm here, now. Do you want to talk?"