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You shifted in bed. Through your eyelids, you could tell that it was already light outside, but you still didn’t have the willpower to get up just yet. Eventually, though, you decided to settle for at least opening your eyes to get a sneak peek at the new day and–
That… Was not your hand…
It wasn’t at all the delicate, feminine hand you knew with slender fingers, but rather, a very large, brutish hand with thick digits and rough nails.
You also found that you were not in your room, but an office of sorts with a few beds beside the one you were currently in. Scanning the room, you found a long, pink curtain blocking your view to the right. To your left, the light from the sunrise you noted earlier was streaming through the blinds on the windows.
And that’s about when your eyes found him . He didn’t have a strong presence, in fact it seemed a miracle that you even noticed him at all, in spite of the fact that he was directly in front of you. Frankly, the man looked homeless, swaddled up in his yellow sleeping bag with his long, messy black hair and tired, bloodshot eyes. No, wait. Not just bloodshot. Red. Like, almost glowing red. And he was staring at you intently.
“Aaah! Who are you? What are you doing here? Get back!” you yelled while scrambling out of the bed and away from the creepy homeless dude. It was the first time you heard your voice that morning, and it was definitely more masculine than you remembered it being.
The man kept his gaze steady, however, and said something in… It was a language you didn’t quite recognize, but if you had to guess, you’d likely say it was Asian in origin.
You simply gave him a confused look.
Suddenly, the man shed his sleeping bag and stood up. He had a tall, thin frame, and he was wearing all black, save for a grey scarf. He took a cautious step forward, asking a question in the same language as earlier.
“GET BACK!” you repeated, louder and, you hoped, more intimidating than before. You bared your new form’s teeth at the stranger and arched your back in an aggressive stance like a cornered animal.
The door on the far side of the room caught your eye, your view no longer blocked by the curtain from where you were standing. The man must’ve followed your gaze, because as soon as you started to run, his scarf had you bound in place. You struggled frantically, desperately, but to no avail.
“Bakugo, can you understand me now? Do you remember who I am?” the man asked with a very thick accent. So he could speak English after all. And… Apparently “Bakugo” was the name of the person whose body you now inhabited.
You took a moment from your struggles to read the man before you answered. He seemed genuinely concerned, if a little gruff. Not at all like he really wanted to hurt you.
After a deep breath, you replied, “I can understand you, but I’ve never met you before. I…” you stopped. This was insane. How do you tell him that you switched bodies with someone he knows without sounding crazy? No, wait, he was the crazy one, with the glowing red eyes and the weirdo scarf.
“Why do you insist on speaking English?” he asked after noticing you wouldn’t continue.
“I can’t understand– I-I don’t speak–” you stammered, trying to explain. This man was quickly losing his patience.
“Alright,” he said, releasing you with a sigh.
“Since it seems you were hit with an amnesia quirk, I’ll tell you what’s going on. Listen well, Bakugo, because I’m only going to say this once.
“You are a fifteen-year-old boy named Bakugo Katsuki. You have a power called a quirk, and your specific quirk is called ‘explosion’. It allows you to emit explosions from your hands–”
“WAIT, MY HANDS EXPLODE?!?”
The man sighed as if this were really no big deal.
“Do not interrupt. Yes, you can make explosions with your hands, if you choose to. You go to a school called U.A. where you train to use this quirk to become a hero, someone who helps and saves people. Two days ago, during a fight, you got hit with what appears to be an amnesia quirk. Although, strangely, your ability to speak English has vastly improved if anything… Nevertheless, you are still expected to attend class. Your uniform is behind the curtain, and I will send another student to assist you with your schedule shortly.”
With that, the homeless man disappeared into the hallway. Maybe you wouldn’t have sounded so crazy after all? Though you really didn’t know if the man would have tolerated another interruption in any case…
You stared at the door from where you stood, too afraid to move, and soon you heard some brief conversation from the hallway. It was the homeless man’s voice speaking in the language from earlier with a very loud young man who sounded about your age.
At that moment, the door burst open and a boy with red hair appeared in the room. His red eyes– not glowing, you noted– immediately zeroed in on you and he smiled the widest toothy grin with the sharpest teeth you have ever seen in your life.
“BAKUGO!” he yelled as he charged you. The boy had you wrapped tightly in a rough bear hug before you could even react.
Thankfully, the boy let you go before he completely crushed every bone in your new body and gave you an even bigger smile– how was that even possible?– before bombarding you with what sounded like questions in his native language.
“Um–” you interrupted.
“Oh! Sorry,” the boy said, his accent even thicker than the homeless man’s. “I am here to help.” He pointed proudly at himself.
Okay…
“The um… Homeless guy sent you?” you asked.
“Homeless?”
“Yes, the tall, scruffy…” you made hand gestures to describe the man who just left.
“Oh, Aizawa-sensei! Not homeless guy, one of the teachers.”
You nodded.
“Where am I right now?” you asked.
“You… Uh,” he struggled for the words in English.
“You, school. U.A. High,” the boy said with a proud smile. It was so cute. He was trying, he really was, and you appreciated it, but the brokenness of his English paired with his sunny, confident grin made it impossible to stifle your laughter. This didn’t stop you from trying, though.
A few giggles unfortunately escaped you as you clarified, “No, I’m sorry, what country? I know I’m at U.A., what country is U.A. in?”
This didn’t really seem to bother the boy all that much, thankfully.
“U.A. is… In?” he said, pausing to affirm that his grammar was correct. You nodded and he gave you the widest smile. “U.A. is in Japan.”
“Very good,” you said, attempting to match his smile. “That’s good to know.”
“You… Don’t remember anything?” he asked, carefully choosing his words to be correct. You took a moment to gather your thoughts. You were desperate to clear up this misunderstanding, but you needed to make sure that you could accurately describe your situation in a way the boy could understand in spite of his limited English.
“I’m… Not Bakugo,” you said.
The boy gave you a confused look, but otherwise waited patiently for you to continue.
“I– my mind– is a different person inside Bakugo’s body.”
You really didn’t want to seem rude or anything, but as this was crucial information, you tried to make sure your words were spoken as clearly as was polite for them to be.
The boy’s eyes widened and a slightly shocked “oh” escaped his lips.
“What is your name?” he finally asked.
It may have seemed small, only a few words, but to you, this was the first tremendous breakthrough you had achieved since waking up in this crazy world. You could’ve kissed him at that moment, but you settled for giving him your name in an excited rush of breath. He butchered it immediately, but you didn’t care. You just giggled and nodded.
The boy offered a similarly goofy and enthusiastic expression in response, as well as his own name.
“Kirishima,” you stated, trying it out on your own tongue. Judging by his laughter, you must’ve similarly butchered his name, but he also nodded in acknowledgement.
The matter of names being established, you then got to work getting ready for class. Kirishima left you alone to get dressed, which gave you the opportunity to examine your new form. You decided that you would ignore the more “private” areas out of respect for Bakugo– and partially out of the fact that you were already embarrassed at the very idea of being in a male’s body– but you did allow yourself to note his body’s very impressive build. This Bakugo guy had perfectly sculpted abs and chest muscles, not to mention insanely defined arms and legs.
You blushed and quickly got dressed so you didn’t keep Kirishima waiting. Oh goodness, you hoped he hadn’t noticed the few extra seconds you took to admire your new form!
You could figure out most of your uniform as it was pretty straightforward, but the tie gave you some trouble. You tried to use one of the deactivated computer monitors along the far side of the room as a mirror, but you only found yourself getting distracted by your reflection. Dang , you switched bodies with a cute boy. His blonde hair was spiked upwards, yet fell in such a way that perfectly framed his face. And his red eyes– were everyone’s eyes red in this world?– were easily one of the most beautiful pairs of eyes that you had ever seen.
After shaking those thoughts from your mind and attempting to focus, you decided it would probably be best to bring the matter of your tie to Kirishima. Thankfully, he was patiently waiting just outside the door.
“Hey… The, uh, tie…“ you stammered sheepishly, holding up the piece of fabric.
Kirishima gave an understanding smile and gladly helped you. As he expertly wove the fabric around your neck and into a beautiful knot, you honestly couldn’t help but feel like a young child who was being babysat. But instead of embarrassing you, the notion was actually oddly reassuring. You felt like Kirishima would definitely take good care of you– at the very least until all this got cleared up and you could go home.