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“H..How are you so hot?”
Katsuki held the waistband of his pants to make sure they didn't fall as he screamed back at Kaminari. “Shut the fuck up Pikachu!”
His voice wasn't nearly as deep as it usually was and it was jarring. Everything about the situation was jarring.
He was a girl.
Kind of.
Somewhat.
Katsuki stood in the middle of the common room as most of his classmates stood around him and Aizawa stood next to him. He could see his teacher pinch the bridge of his nose. “Kaminari do not antagonize Bakugou.” He sighed deeply. “As you all can see, Bakugou has been hit with a quirk while he was out on patrol. A young girl panicked when a villain ran through the store she was in and as Bakugou ran through after the villain, she accidentally brushed his arm. He's been checked out and it should only last a week. He's still Bakugou, but physically he has completely changed genders. It's as if he was born a girl at birth. Any questions?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes when Kaminari raised his hand and Aizawa called on him. “Yes, Kaminari?”
Kaminari was staring at him with hearts in his eyes and it made him want to vomit and smack the electric rat bastard. Kaminari was basically drooling. “Why are you so hot?”
Katsuki was about to snarl at him but Kyouka beat him to it and he watched her smack Kaminari in the back of the head. He nodded at her as he heard Aizawa let out an even deeper sigh. “Are there any actual questions?”
The little cretin Mineta raised his hand and spoke. “Can I touch your..ow!”
Katsuki watched as a hardened hand clamped down on the little perverts shoulder and squeezed. He could always count on Eijirou.
Katsuki could see Yaoyorozu raise her hand and his heart did a little leap, but he squashed it back down and looked towards the floor for a second to regain his composure.
Aizawa spoke next to him after a tired sigh. “Yes, Yaoyorozu?”
Katsuki looked up to see Yaoyorozu smiling at him. He had to lock his gaze back on the floor immediately as he felt his cheeks start to flush. “I just wanted to offer that I could make Bakugou some things to wear, at least for this week. He looks to be roughly the same height he was, but his shape is different of course. I..I mean, if he'd like the help of course.”
Aizawa grunted, “That's all up to the golden boy.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes at the stupid nickname his teacher had given him his first year. He was a perfectionist, what of it? He looked up at Yaoyorozu, “That's fine. I..I appreciate it.” (And no he didn't fucking stutter. He just..tripped over his words.)
Yaoyorozu smiled, “I'll bring some things by your dorm later.”
Aizawa nodded out of the corner of his eye. “Any other questions? No? Good. Just go about your business as you usually would. Don't be weird about anything. Kaminari, Mineta. That especially means the two of you. I swear I will expel you both. Now, as you all were.”
Katsuki growled under his breath and Aizawa turned to him. “Come find me if anything happens.”
Katsuki just rolled his eyes, “I'll be fine, dad. I can handle myself.”
This time Aizawa rolled his eyes. “I let that slide once, stop calling me that.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I'll see you and Yamada at dinner this weekend, so no.”
He could see Aizawa roll his eyes this time. “Whatever problem child. Don't forget to remind Hitoshi this time.”
Katsuki huffed as he watched Aizawa walk away, mumbling to himself, “I'm not the troll doll’s keeper.” He'd do it anyway. He then turned back to his classmates and friends who were mainly still watching him. “The fuck are you all looking at? Go away. Actually, do whatever, I'm going to my room.”
He cringed again at his own voice again. It was so light and feminine and it made it really hard to sound intimidating. It didn't sound bad by any means, he..honestly didn't hate it if he was being completely honest with himself. He just didn't want anyone thinking they could push him around now because he would still blow someone's head off in an instant if he needed to.
He made his way up to his room, he knew Eijirou, Mina, and Kyouka would probably be up to check on him in a bit, but he just needed a little bit of peace.
Katsuki changed out of his hero costume that was, as of right now, too big for him. He was going to throw on some boxers, a pair of shorts he could tighten, and a hoodie, but he stopped completely.
He had looked in the mirror.
He had never seen a naked woman before, and he never thought the first one he saw would be himself.
Truth be told, Katsuki had never really given a shit about his appearance. His mom cared more than he did. He took care of himself of course, he wasn't gross and he was in great shape, but he just didn't care for the most part. The only thing he had ever really done was keep himself pretty clean shaven. Body hair and facial hair bugged him.
When it came to his looks though, it had always been what it was. He didn't care how he dressed and he didn't really pay attention to when people called him hot or when people posted about how attractive he was online and shit. He just didn't give a fuck.
He took one of his hands and let it trace gently across his stomach. He still had his abs, but they were less defined and didn't look as harsh, there was also a softness around his torso that just wasn't there before. His waist was a little smaller too, which wasn't saying much but his hips were definitely wider. He didn't..exactly hate any of it.
He brought his hands up and carefully traced under his breast. He stopped for a moment when he touched them, they were soft, nothing like his usual pecs and it just hit him how fucking weird this was. Why wasn't he freaking out more though? He should probably be freaking out more, right?
It just didn't seem as weird as it probably should have. Don't get him wrong, it was fuckin weird, but it didn't feel..unnatural.
Katsuki felt his breasts in his hands. They weren't big at all, but a nice handful. People had always joked about his pecs and called them breasts. Now he actually had them. They were bigger than Kyo’s but not nearly as big as Yaoyorozu’s breasts. “F..Fuck..” He sucked in a sharp breath when he accidentally brushed one of his nipples with the pad of his thumb, why the fuck were they so sensitive now? Were all women's nipples sensitive like this? Yaoyorozu..
His face immediately flushed and he felt shame creep up his body. Nope. Not thinking about any of that. He was not that little grape shithead or Pikachu. Nope.
He took a deep breath. Okay..Okay..moving past all that.
He watched himself in the mirror. Was it weird that he thought he was pretty? He'd never thought of himself as hot or handsome before. He knew to others that he was good looking, but he had never particularly cared. This..felt a little different.
He let his eyes travel down his toned stomach to below his waist. What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Hell, how was he supposed to pee? Was he going to have to sit down to pee every time now? That was actually irritating. That seemed like the biggest downfall of everything so far.
He was just looking at himself all over when a knock startled him. He cursed under his breath. “Fucking hell.” He made sure his voice was even as he started grabbing clothes. “Just a fucking second.”
A very familiar voice came through the door. “It's just me Bakugou. I brought you some things that you'll hopefully like.”
He instantly felt nervous that it was Yaoyorozu but then he just chastised himself. “Calm the fuck down, idiot. It's just Yaoyorozu.”
It wasn't “just” Yaoyorozu though, but he didn't want to think about that right now. His nerves were already frayed.
He slipped on his clothes and opened the door where Yaoyorozu was holding two bags in her hands. He let her in and she set them on his bed. “I made you a bunch of things that I hope fit and that you like.”
He watched as she reached into one bag and pulled out some basic black track pants, a couple pairs of shorts, a few basic shirts and tanks and a couple pairs of boxers. He picked up a few things and looked at them. Everything looked like it would fit. It was his basic style but just a little smaller so everything would fit. “How'd you know my measurements?”
She beamed a smile at him. “I used Mina as an example. With her growth spurt over the last two years, you two are pretty close to the same height and have similar builds and body types even before you..um..changed. I guessed on what I couldn't figure out.”
Katsuki nodded. “Makes sense. T..Thanks.” Fuck, he stuttered again. Well, tripped over his words anyway. He then looked at the other bag. “What's in that bag?”
He looked back at her and he could see her slightly blush. “I didn't know if you'd prefer masculine or feminine styles of everything so I made both. I know you're used to masculine clothes but I figured the feminine clothes could give you..um..more support.”
More support? He raised an eyebrow as he watched her bring a black sports bra out of the bag. A bra? She wanted him to wear a bra??
The more he thought about it though, the more it made sense. He'd need the support and he couldn't just have his..breasts going free under his school uniform.
Had he made his point clear that this was fucking weird?
He embarrassingly grumbled, “M..Makes sense.” God damnit Katsuki, get your shit together!
Yaoyorozu had slightly flushed cheeks as pulled out more clothes. There were some more feminine cut joggers and a pair of leggings. There were several types of shirts. Some more loose and some more form fitting. A couple pairs of shorter shorts.
Then his eyes widened when Yaoyorozu pulled out several pairs of panties. Did she really think he'd wear panties? What was she thinking?
She finally turned to face him, cheeks completely flushed. “I..I just wanted to cover everything. Plus I have some scrunchies in there because I noticed your hair got longer and I feel like scrunchies would be best for how thick it looks. I also made you a boys and a girls uniform for school and a new hero gear. I know we only have a couple months left and we're only in classes a couple times a week now, but just in case. You don't have to keep any of them if you don't want to!”
She seemed to speak the last part out quickly, probably wondering what he was thinking.
He looked at the feminine styled clothes. He didn't exactly hate anything. They were still in his style of clothing, mainly black and not too complicated. Some of the items even looked..comfortable. Would it really be that weird if he wore them? It wouldn't be that weird, would it?
She must have taken his contemplation as an answer. “I..I can take them back if you don't like them. No worries!”
He panicked. He didn't want her to take the other bag of clothes. “No!” He closed his eyes and took a breath. That was too much of a reaction. “I..I mean, it's fine. I may give them a shot, plus the extra support would be nice, my back is starting to hurt already. Plus..I appreciate it.”
Yaoyorozu smiled a wide smile even though her face was absolutely flushed. “It's no problem really. I like helping out. I..I guess I'll let you get settled.”
He watched her walk over to his door, but she seemed to stop and look back at him for a moment. “You're super pretty, Bakugou.” The taller girl then stuttered. “N..Not that you weren't handsome before! Y..You're just super pretty..I..I’m going now!”
Yaoyorozu was luckily out the door before she could hopefully hear the involuntary and embarrassing strangled noise he made.
He took a deep breath and turned back to the clothes. He was..curious. He stripped completely again and grabbed a pair of panties. They were a simple light blue. They were cute.
He stopped. He had never really considered panties cute before. Not in a sense that he was going to be the one wearing them.
Katsuki shook his head and stepped into them and slid them up his legs until they sat snug on his hips.
He immediately liked them more than he had ever liked boxers, and that kind of freaked him out. They felt comfortable, safe, and secure in a way he didn't know clothes could feel. They were just fucking clothes though, why were they having such a fucking impact on him right now? Why was he such a goddamn freak?
He growled as he grabbed the leggings and then slipped them on. He wasn't stopping to look in the mirror until he was finished. He was going to grab the sports bra and try it on, but he had heard Mina and Ochako bitch about bras for years now. He was not in the mood for all that so he just grabbed one of the sweaters Yaoyorozu had made. It was a light gray and it looked soft and cozy. He even tied his hair up in a messy ponytail with one of the scrunchies because it was long and heavy and it was getting on his nerves because he was already irritated and confused with the whole situation.
After he had everything on, he looked in the mirror again. Hair up in a ponytail, a soft white sweater, black leggings, and some pink socks. He looked so feminine. So soft and so..cute?
He really was pretty, and he didn't know exactly what to do about it. He also didn't know what to do with the warm feeling he had spreading throughout his chest.
What the fuck was actually wrong with him?