•Eraser Tales•(Aizawa)

The suit doesn't make the gender(12)

"(Y/n) come with us! We're going out tonight, let's celebrate!" your roommate lets out in excitement. She has just found out about the success, of your book, that promotes transgender artists.

You nod your head 'yes' then head to your room to change. Your fingers dance across the clothes hangers but ty out just can't seem to find what to wear.

Your friend knocks on the doorframe. "(Y/n), can I make a suggestion?"

You turn your head to look at her. She enters your room and seems to know exactly what you should wear and where the outfit is even located. With a tug, it's a plastic zip up clothing bag. Your eyes dart to the garment bag then to her. She knows exactly what is going through your mind.

"(Y/n) your grandma asked you to be a pallbearer on her deathbed. She would be sad to know this beautiful suit was only worn once and for a funeral..." your friend holds the garment bag up.

"Okay, your right... grandma was kinda ahead of her time," you laugh softly.

Boy oh boy did she 'stir' the family up with that last request. Some of the family threatened to disown the other part of the family. In the end you proudly stood between your father and the uncle supporting you, being a pallbearer.

Some whispered about you and your grey pinstripe suit...some not so nice things.

You just couldn't understand it. A suit doesn't determine a gender...if the person looks good in it, was your thoughts.

Your friend pats your shoulders, "I know that stressed you out. But if you're going to promote your book and support others, you need to be comfortable in being you."

You have always trusted your childhood friend. She is cisgender but she has your back all the way. She had been suspended from high school, for three days, because the football team bullied you at homecoming. You wish others were so understanding and accepting.

You lay the suit out, one piece at a time, as if it's sacred religious clothing. Your fingers slide down the tie for a moment. A change of undergarment(s) and some primping in the morning, has you ready to start dressing.

The moment you step in the business slacks, you let a content sigh out. It's like a favorite pair of jeans but this is a pair of grey pinstripe pants. You now place one arm then the other through the sleeves of the white, pressed dress shirt then tuck it in. A tuck in, zip up, button hole and finally black suspenders rise over your shoulders.

Your eyes blink, as you look in the mirror. You can't believe you let ignorant and hateful people keep you from wearing this beautiful piece of creation. Your fingers know by memory how to do a full windsor knot. Once more you look to the mirror to make sure the tie looks perfect.

Next comes the silk vest, slowly your fingers do up each button. Now your turn in the mirror. The suit still fits you as the day you bought it. Your confidence is growing more and more. Finally you decide to wear military lace up style boots (goth feel not army), to give a little height to you and stay in flavor with the suit. You polish them spotless as your friend enters your room.

"Oh my God! You're so beautiful! Handsome since it's a suit! That suit has always looked good on you. I'm glad you will wear it tonight..."

You and your friend take your car. The rest of your mutual friends will meet you there. You two arrive early, as this place fills up fast, so to hold a table. Your childhood friend pushes you to a reserved table near where the DJ is going to be.

"What's going on?" you ask.

"You'll see..." she says.

Your nervous eyes scan the club. Who's the DJ tonight? Then they spot the back of a tall blonde, dressed really attractive. His golden hair falls to his lower back. You think you might be in love.