Can you hear me now?

by Milky_boom11

Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki has a secret. A big one.
The kind of secret that could blow up everything he’s worked for, if anyone ever found out. So far, he’s managed to keep it hidden.
Nobody knows. Not his classmates. Not his teachers. Not even that damn nerd who can’t keep his nose out of other people’s business.
Because the truth is, Bakugou is deaf. And has been for a while now.

Everything was under control-until a villain’s quirk forces him to switch bodies with Todoroki for twenty-four hours. And suddenly, the truth is out. Aizawa is pissed. His classmates are reeling.

Now Bakugou has to deal with what he’s been running from all along: the fear of being seen as weak.

Chapter 1

•°☆

 

There are a few things you need to know about Bakugou Katsuki.
He is passionate. He is easy to anger. He refuses to be seen as anything but the best. And above all else, he absolutely hates weakness.

He hates it in others. He hates it in himself. He won’t let anyone see him as vulnerable.

So when he learned at the age of eleven that he was going deaf, he did what any sane person would do and—

 

…okay, who the hell are we kidding. Of course he didn’t go to a doctor.

 

Because, you see, there is only one person in this world who hates weakness more than Katsuki himself, and that’s his mother, Mitsuki.

From as long as he could remember, she drilled it into his head:
“Why would you need help if you’re strong, huh? Only useless brats ask for help. No son of mine is gonna be useless, you hear me?”

Katsuki never forgot the sting in her voice when she said it, or the way his chest tightened when he realized she meant every word. He didn’t cry. He never cried. Crying was for babies. So he swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, forcing steel into his voice even as his chest burned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

So, naturally, he grew up to be independent. He learned early not to go to his parents unless it was a grave emergency. And honestly, even then, he would second guess if it was worth telling them at all.

 

When he was eleven, he noticed something strange for the first time.

At first, it was small. The muffled sound of his teacher’s voice when she turned her back to the class. His friends laughing but him not quite catching the joke. His mother shouting from the kitchen, and him not realizing she had even spoken until her footsteps thundered down the hall.

Then one night, lying awake in bed, he pressed his hands over his ears and realized something terrifying.

One side was already quieter.

His stomach dropped. And his heart started beating faster.

“No. No, no, no, no,” he whispered into the darkness. He sat up, clutching the blanket. “This… this is nothing. Just wax. Just—fuck, it’s nothing.”

 

But the panic wouldn't let go. He slammed his fists against the wall until the plaster cracked. Sparks of anger and panic swirled in his chest, twisting his stomach into knots. The silence roared in his ears, a deafening void that mocked him. “How the hell am I supposed to be the number one hero if I can’t even hear?!” he yelled, voice bouncing off the walls, shaking the floorboards. His knees buckled, and he curled into himself on the floor, biting down on the pillow until the taste of blood filled his mouth. “My dream—fuck—is my dream already over?!”
He wanted to smash something, anything, to make the sound come back  but even explosions, his comfort, his power- felt muted. Every beat of his heart thudded painfully in his ears, reminding him he was helpless.

But after a few days of thinking, he did what Bakugou Katsuki does best. He shoved it down. Ignored it and pretended like nothing was wrong.

“Maybe… maybe it’ll just fix itself,” he muttered under his breath one night, staring at the ceiling.

The silence that answered him only made his stomach drop.

 

Unfortunately fate just loved shitting on him because by the age of twelve it got worse. His ears started ringing constantly with a piercing noise that left him irritable and short-tempered. He started watching people’s mouths more than their eyes, piecing together words when the sound blurred together.

He hated it. Hated the way panic clawed at his chest when he missed something. Hated how vulnerable it made him feel. Mitsuki’s voice seemed to haunt him even when she wasn’t there, her words replaying: “Why would you need help if you’re strong?”

 

--

One afternoon he broke down in front of Kariage.

The two of them sat on the curb. Kariage was rambling about some dumb movie he wanted to watch tomorrow when Katsuki snapped.

“Kariage.” His voice was sharper than usual. His hands trembled, and he clenched them into fists to stop it. “There’s something wrong with me.”

Kariage blinked. “What do you mean wrong? Like… you pulled a muscle or—”

“I can’t hear.” The words burst out like an explosion. His chest heaved. “I’m… I’m going deaf.”

For a second, there was only silence. Then Kariage’s face crumpled. “What the fuck do you mean you’re going deaf?! Why the hell didn’t you say anything sooner, Katsuki?!”

“Because it doesn’t matter!” Katsuki barked, standing up so fast the bench rattled. “I don’t need your pity, I don’t need a doctor, and I sure as hell don’t need anyone knowing, got it?!”

Kariage’s jaw tightened. “That’s not something you can just ignore, you idiot! You need help—”

“Shut up!” Katsuki’s voice cracked. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood. “You promised me, Kariage. You keep your damn mouth shut.”

Kariage looked at him for a long moment, eyes full of worry and something dangerously close to pity. Then he exhaled and nodded reluctantly. “…Fine. But you’re a stubborn bastard, Kats.”

“Damn right I am,” Katsuki muttered, though his throat burned.

 

Shockingly, his mother never noticed. Or maybe she did and just couldn’t be bothered. Katsuki couldn’t decide which was worse—that she was blind to it, or that she saw it and didn’t give a damn.

And if you’re wondering how the hell he managed to avoid her suspicion for so long, the answer’s simple: Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not a resilient little bastard.

You see, his hearing didn’t just vanish overnight. It declined slowly over three years. He still caught parts of conversations. And Mitsuki? Well, she was loud enough to shake walls, so he had that working in his favor.

On top of that, Katsuki adapted. He forced himself to learn lip reading. He kept his eyes sharp and his focus sharper. Even if he couldn’t hear, he’d know what was being said. And for a while… it was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

By the time he was nearing his fifteenth birthday, the silence was complete. He couldn’t hear a damn thing. Not a teacher’s voice. Not his friends. Not even the sound of his own explosions. Nothing.

It was inconvenient, yeah—but even worse, it was humiliating.

Class became a battlefield in its own right. He couldn’t zone out, not even for a second, or he’d miss something important. He watched everyone’s lips, tracked movements, pieced things together. There were slip-ups here and there, but Katsuki was already a star student with top grades, and honestly? His teachers were too scared or too impressed to question him. So they let him slide.

At this point, the only ones who knew were Kariage and their friends Deisha and Tsubasa. He trusted them to not treat him like he was broken. The squad kept his secret safe and they covered for him when necessary.

Deku, of course, had started suspecting something ages ago. That damn nerd had grown up at his side, watching him closely and was always sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Katsuki could feel those green eyes on him every time he slipped up, every time he hesitated for half a second too long.

And that was exactly why Bakugou and his friends made sure to keep Deku at arm’s length.
Always close enough to fool him,
but never close enough to let him see the truth.

 

--

 

Katsuki liked to think he was managing fine. He had his routines, his tricks, his lip-reading. He convinced himself he was still on track for U.A., still on track to be number one.

But on his fifteenth birthday, his friends decided enough was enough.

They cornered him in Kariage’s living room, cake half-eaten on the table, the air heavy with a tension Katsuki immediately picked up on. His squad wasn’t laughing, wasn’t joking, wasn’t throwing insults like they usually did. Instead, they all looked at him with the kind of seriousness that made his stomach twist.

“What?” Katsuki demanded, scowling. “Why the hell are you all looking at me like that?”

Deisha exchanged a glance with Kariage, then said carefully, “Katsuki… you can’t keep pretending like this. You can’t possibly get into U.A. when you can’t hear shit.”

The words cut sharper than any blade. Katsuki’s chest tightened.

“You’ll be set back on missions,” Kariage added, voice low. “You won’t be able to communicate in the field. That’s not something you can just push through.”

“And there’s the entrance exam,” Deisha continued. “They do physicals. Including a hearing test. You… you wouldn’t be able to pass it.”

Katsuki froze. He knew. Of course he knew. He’d just shoved the thought into the back of his head and locked the door. Living in that little fantasy was easier than facing the truth.

“Shut up,” he muttered, though the fight in his voice sounded weak even to his own ears.

“Katsuki…” Kariage’s expression was grim. “We’re not saying this to spite you. But you need to face it. You can’t ignore this forever.”

Katsuki’s nails dug into his palms. He hated this. He hated being cornered. He hated being reminded that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t just explode his way out of this one.

He felt crushed. The weight of it pressed down on his chest until it was hard to breathe. Being a hero was all he had ever wanted, the only future he’d ever allowed himself to imagine. If that was taken from him, then what was left?

He lowered his eyes, voice rough. “…So what the hell am I supposed to do, then?”

Silence. His friends glanced at one another but no one answered. That silence was heavier than anything. It felt like a death sentence.

Bakugou realized then, in the pit of his stomach, that maybe his situation really was hopeless.

His jaw trembled. He wanted to scream, to curse, to blow the whole room up  but before he could, Tsubasa suddenly leaned forward.

“Oi, don’t look so down, Tsuki,” Tsubasa said, forcing a grin. “We’ve been thinking about this for a while now. And… we might just have a solution.”

Katsuki blinked as Tsubasa reached under the table and pulled out a small box, neatly tied with a red ribbon. He slid it across to Katsuki.

“…What the hell is this?”

“Happy birthday, man.”

Katsuki frowned but tore the ribbon off anyway. Inside, nestled in black foam, were two strange little devices, each no bigger than the tip of his pinky. He picked one up between his fingers, turning it over with suspicion.

“The fuck is this supposed to be?”

Deisha leaned in, smiling nervously. “Remember that tech-savvy guy we met on that school trip last year? The wannabe mad scientist?”

Kariage snorted. “Yeah, the freak with the goggles and the notebook full of blueprints.”

“Exactly.” Deisha nodded. “We told him about your… situation.”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped up. “You what?” His voice was sharp, dangerous.

“Relax!” Deisha raised her hands quickly. “We just said we knew someone who was going deaf and needed a way to get past U.A.’s hearing test. We did some research on what the test looks like and gave him the details.”

“And he built those,” Tsubasa finished, nodding toward the box. “They’re earpieces. You put one in, and when the machine makes the beeping sounds, it gives you a little electric shock in your ear. That way you know when to raise your hand for the test.”

Kariage smirked. “He swore it won’t hurt too much. Said it’s like a little static zap.”

Deisha leaned closer, voice softening. “He added another feature too. The devices are programmed to recognize certain words. When someone says them, they’ll give you a little jolt so you know you’re being addressed.”

Katsuki frowned. “What words?”

“Your name, obviously. Bakugou. Katsuki. Kacchan.” Deisha grinned sheepishly. “Also… ‘young man,’ ‘hey you,’ ‘spiky hair,’ ‘blondie,’ ‘Tsuki,’ ‘Kats,’ ‘bro,’ ‘man,’ ‘bestie.’ Basically… anything people might use to call you.”

For a long moment, Katsuki just stared at the tiny devices in his palm. His throat felt tight. His chest burned. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He kept his eyes on their mouths as they explained as his mind spinning.

Finally, he muttered, “…You idiots.”

But his voice cracked halfway through. His vision blurred, and before he could stop it, hot tears pricked his eyes. He looked down quickly, covering his face with his hand.

“You absolute… fucking idiots,” he said again, but this time his voice trembled.

He couldn’t believe it. They had done this for him. They had gone behind his back, found someone, made something—for him.

 

He set the box down slowly, then without warning, shoved forward and grabbed all three of them in a rough, crushing hug.

“Oi—what the hell?!” Kariage squawked, startled.

“Bakugou’s hugging us, someone write this down!” Tsubasa laughed, though his voice cracked.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki muttered into their shoulders, voice muffled and shaky. “Just… shut up. You guys—damn it—you didn’t have to do this.”

Deisha patted his back awkwardly but smiled. “Yeah, we did. You’d never ask, so we figured it out ourselves, no need to tear up Kats”

Katsuki pulled back quickly, wiping at his eyes with the heel of his hand, scowling like he could erase the tears. “Tch, I’m not crying. You’re crying.”

“Sure,” Kariage said with a smirk. Then he tapped the box. “Alright, tough guy. Try them on.”

Katsuki frowned but picked up one of the tiny earpieces, rolling it between his fingers before fitting it snugly into his ear. The second followed. They were light, almost unnoticeable—until Tsubasa suddenly grinned and said:

“Katsuki!”

A sharp little zap buzzed in his ear. Katsuki flinched. “The fuck—!”

Kariage burst out laughing. “It works!”

“‘Kacchan!’” Deisha shouted. Another zap. Katsuki jerked again, glaring.

“Goddamn it, warn me first!”

Tsubasa leaned forward with a mischievous look. “Hey, spiky hair!” Zap.

“Blondie!” Zap.

“Tsuki!” Zap.

By now, Katsuki was gritting his teeth, rubbing his ears. “Okay, yeah, yeah, I get it! It’s uncomfortable as hell, but it works.”

“Uncomfortable’s better than useless,” Kariage said firmly.

And despite the annoyance, despite the slight sting of each shock, Katsuki felt something bubbling in his chest he hadn’t felt in years. Hope. For the first time, he actually smiled—small, sharp, but genuine.

“…Thanks,” he muttered. “Seriously. I owe you guys.”

For a moment, the room was warm, filled with laughter and relief. But then Deisha’s smile faded, and his voice dropped.

“Katsuki… you know this isn’t permanent solution, right?”

Katsuki’s head snapped up, scowl returning. “The hell do you mean?”

“These things are just to get you through the test,” Deisha said gently. “They’re not hearing aids. They won’t help you in real fights, not really. We asked our guy if he could make real ones, but… he said he couldn’t. Too complicated.”

“Yeah,” Kariage added. “You still need to see a doctor. Get the real deal. Hearing aids, treatment, whatever it takes.”

Tsubasa crossed his arms. “We just wanted to give you a chance, man. But you can’t keep ignoring this forever.”

Katsuki sat there, jaw tight, nails biting into his palms. He hated that they were right. He hated the idea of doctors, of admitting he needed help, of Mitsuki finding out.

But he wasn’t about to ruin this moment. So he forced himself to nod.

“…Fine. I’ll see a doctor.”

His friends relaxed, some of the tension melting off their faces.

But deep inside, Katsuki already knew the truth. He had no intention of stepping into a clinic. Not now. Not ever.

 

Because Katsuki Bakugou hated weakness more than anything. And asking for help? That was the weakest thing of all.

 

♡♡♡

Chapter 2

•°☆

 

Bakugou Katsuki was not stupid. Everyone knew that. He’d aced the written exam without breaking a sweat, blowing past equations and hero law questions like they were nothing. Realistically, he should have been proud, after all, most people never even made it this far.

But instead of pride, all he felt was a big knot twisting in his gut. Because in five minutes, he had to take the one test he’d been dreading ever since he first set foot in this building.

The hearing test.

He sat hunched on the bench outside the exam room, elbows on his knees, fists clenched so tight his nails dug crescents into his palms. His foot tapped against the floor restlessly, every second stretching longer than the last. His friends had reassured him earlier that the little gadgets would work fine, that he’d pass without a hitch. But they weren’t here now, and all he could hear was Mitsuki’s voice echoing in his skull.

“Don’t be useless.”

He gritted his teeth. I’m not useless. I’ll pass this. I’ll prove it.

A sharp voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Bakugou Katsuki. You’re next.”

He jerked his head up. Standing in the doorway was a tall man with sharp, spiky teeth and white hair. His smile was too wide, too knowing.

Bakugou swallowed hard, forcing his voice steady. “...I’m coming.”

He stood and followed the proctor into the room. The air was unnervingly quiet, sterile, almost suffocating. A single chair sat in the center with a desk beside it. Behind a huge pane of glass, two silhouettes were watching him intently—Eraser Head, looking like he hadn’t slept in a decade, and Present Mic, his sunglasses hiding his eyes but not his sharp focus.

Bakugou’s throat tightened. Shit. Of course it had to be him. The damn loudmouth radio guy. If anyone noticed something’s off, it’d be him.

“Sit,” the proctor said simply.

Bakugou dropped into the chair, trying to look bored instead of terrified. He shifted, tugging subtly at his ears. The devices were in place. His heart hammered so hard he swore it might give him away.

“Hello, Bakugou” said Present Mic. His mouth moved just enough for Katsuki to keep up. “This is a simple test. You don’t need to do much, just raise your hand when you hear a beep sound. They’ll get quieter as we go. Understood?”

Katsuki forced a scoff. “Yeah. Easy.”

He leaned back, arms crossed, like he didn’t have a care in the world. But under the table, his fists were trembling. Come on, come on, work, damn it.

The first beep came almost immediately—except to Katsuki, it wasn’t a beep at all. It was a quick zap against the inside of his ear. He flinched, then shot his hand up fast, covering the movement with a cocky smirk.

The proctor scribbled something down.

A second zap. He lifted his hand again.

Again. And again. Each shock sent a spark crawling through his nerves, but he masked every jolt with a practiced calm expression. His jaw ached from how hard he was clenching it, but he refused to let it slip.

Don’t mess this up. Don’t you dare mess this up.

Halfway through, the pauses grew longer. Sweat trickled down his temple. His eyes flicked once to the glass, Eraser Head was still as stone, but Present Mic tilted his head, studying him too closely. Katsuki’s stomach lurched. Did they know? Could they tell?

Another zap. He shot his hand up instantly, too fast. Shit. He forced his expression back to neutral, lowering it slowly, pretending like nothing happened.

When the last “beep” came—a faint, tiny zap that barely registered—he raised his hand one final time.

The proctor nodded, jotting down the results. “That’s all. You did well.”

 

Erase head leaned forward behind the glass. For a second, Katsuki swore the man was looking right through him. His stomach twisted, panic clawing at his chest. But then the intercom crackled again:

“Congratulations, Bakugou, you passed.”

Relief crashed over him so suddenly it almost knocked the air from his lungs.

Katsuki forced a grin. “Of course I did. What’d you expect?”

The intercom crackled again, Present Mic’s voice booming through the room. “Wow, Bakugou! You did great, your hearing’s really sharp. Didn’t miss a single one!”

 

Katsuki almost choked on the laugh that punched up his throat. Sharp hearing. Ha. If only the loudmouth knew. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, clenching his fists under the table until his nails dug into his palms. Don’t laugh, idiot. Don’t give yourself away now.

Instead, he tilted his head, plastering on a smug grin. “Of course it is. I’m not some half-ass who can’t even hear properly.”

The proctor nodded, jotting something else down without a second glance. Present Mic chuckled over the speaker, already moving on, but Katsuki’s chest buzzed with electric glee. If they only knew.

By the time he stood up to leave, the corners of his mouth were twitching.

 

The second the door clicked shut behind him, Bakugou’s chest nearly burst. He clenched his fists at his sides, bouncing once on the balls of his feet before forcing himself to slow down. Don’t look like an idiot in the hallway, dumbass. But he couldn’t stop the grin that stretched across his face, yea he was happy, sue him.

He did it. He fucking did it.

Every muscle in his body felt lighter, like he’d been carrying a weight for years and had finally slammed it down. They didn’t catch him. He’d passed. It was official. He didn’t have to worry anymore.

“Ha!” The laugh ripped out of him, wild and breathless. He shoved both hands through his hair, pacing fast down the hall until he found a quiet corner. His hands were already fishing his phone out of his pocket before he even thought about it.

He had to facetime Kariage.

It rang twice. Then the screen lit up with Kariage’s face—and immediately, two more heads shoved into view behind him, all crammed together on the couch.

“Finally!” Kariage barked, eyes wide. “Well?!”

Katsuki didn’t answer. He just grinned so wide his cheeks hurt, throwing a double thumbs-up straight at the camera.

For a heartbeat, the three froze. Then chaos erupted—cheering, fists pumping, Kariage yelling, “I told you, dumbass, I told you you’d pass!” while one of the others toppled sideways off the couch laughing.

Bakugou barked a quick laugh. He dropped onto a bench, leaning forward with his forehead nearly touching the phone screen. His voice cracked with excitement even though he tried to keep it sharp.

“Those extras didn’t suspect a damn thing! I nailed it! Perfect score, baby!”

“You’re kidding!” Deisha slapped his own forehead dramatically. “Bro, you looked like you were gonna puke this morning!”

“Shut up! I had it handled!” Bakugou snapped, but he was still grinning, his ears pink. “You should’ve seen their faces  they totally bought it! Eraser Head just sat there like a zombie the whole time. And Present Mic, hah, dumb bastard didn’t even blink!”

The three on the couch were still laughing and hollering, but one of them leaned in closer to the screen, grin softening. “We knew you’d do it, Katsuki. You’re amazing.”

Bakugou’s stomach did a weird flip, heat crawling up his neck. He scoffed, shoving the phone a little farther away so they wouldn’t see his ears burning.

“Damn right I’m amazing. You think some stupid test could beat me? Tch. Not a chance.”

But the way his knee bounced, the brightness in his eyes, none of it was anger. For once, it was pure, unfiltered joy.

 

---

 

The next couple of months passed in a surprisingly calm manner. Katsuki had expected disaster and suspicion lurking around every corner, but his disguise was flawless. When Katsuki first interacted with the whole class, he made sure to come off as unapproachable as possible. The less people talked to him, the better.

In the weeks that followed, he became a skilled actor. He could put a scowl on his face on command, slip into that sharp, explosive tone, and shut down any unwanted attention.

And it worked. Most of his classmates kept their distance, rolling their eyes at his bad attitude or muttering about how Bakugou was “just being Bakugou.” He didn’t mind. In fact, he counted it as a victory. More than half of the class wanted nothing to do with him, and that was exactly how he liked it. He didn’t need friends. He didn’t want them. He already had three back home, and that was enough.

But somehow, some way, that stupid Kirishima managed to drag him into socializing.

 

At first it was just annoying persistence: the stupidly bright smile, the endless energy, the way he refused to back off even when Katsuki barked at him. But then… it stopped being annoying. Kirishima dragged him into his friend group, and before Katsuki realized it, he was laughing at Kaminari’s idiotic antics, trading sharp remarks with Mina, and catching himself, just for a second, feeling at ease.

And it scared him.

Because every time they got too close, every time they leaned in and looked at him a little too carefully, he had to shove them away. All it took was slipping back into that “explosive asshole” persona—loud, sharp, and angry—and they backed off, uneasy but unsurprised. They never questioned it. They never questioned him. After all, Bakugou being rude was nothing new.

So far, everything was working. Everything was perfect...

 

Until it wasn’t..

 

This Friday started out like any other. Classes blurred together, his pen scratching nonsense onto the page to keep up the illusion of note-taking. Later, he borrowed Yaoyorozu’s pristine notes under the excuse of “comparing answers,” carefully copying everything word for word. Just another day.

 

Then came time for Aizawa’s class. The man had decided they needed more real field experience, so he split the students into pairs and handed out patrol routes.

It should have been exciting, finally, a chance to practice like actual pros- but of course, Aizawa had chosen the quietest, most  boring part of the city. The kind of neighborhood where the most thrilling thing that happened was someone’s cat getting stuck in a tree.

Still, it was something.

And because the universe clearly had it out for him, he got paired up with none other than the icyhot bastard himself.

 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath when the names were announced.

 

On paper, it should’ve been ideal. Todoroki was strong, calm, dependable. The safest possible partner. But that half-and-half bastard had always weirded him out. He was too quiet, too perceptive, and way too steady in a way that made Katsuki feel exposed. Paired with him, every second would feel like a spotlight burning down on his carefully constructed facade.

 

Todoroki only raised an eyebrow, adjusting his patrol gear with that calm, unreadable face of his. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, you,” he shot back, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Why couldn’t I get literally anyone else? Hell, I’d take Mineta over you.”

 

Todoroki tilted his head slightly, his tone maddeningly flat. “You say that, but you don’t mean it.”

“Don’t tell me what I mean,” he snapped, heat rising in his chest. “I just—ugh, forget it.”

They started walking their assigned route, silence falling between them.

After a long stretch, he sighed. “This sucks. We’re supposed to be learning how to be heroes, but instead we’re babysitting sidewalks.”

Todoroki glanced at him, eyes sharp but not unkind. “Not every day as a hero is exciting. Sometimes protecting people means being here when nothing happens.”

He scowled, kicking at a loose pebble. “You sound just like Aizawa-sensei.”

“Maybe he’s right,” Todoroki replied simply.

 

“Ugh, you better not slow me down if something does happen.”

Todoroki’s lips curved just slightly, almost a smile, but not quite. “I won’t.”

Something twisted in his chest at that look, and he quickly turned away, muttering, “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

 

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Katsuki was bored out of his mind.

They’d been walking the same block for over an hour, and nothing—absolutely nothing—was happening. The most “danger” they ran into was a couple of overly friendly old ladies who wanted to chat about how “handsome” Todoroki looked in uniform.

It was torture.

Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets, glaring at the empty sidewalk like it had personally offended him. “This is so boring,” he muttered.

Beside him, Todoroki was silent. Of course. Always silent. The guy could stare straight ahead for hours like some damn statue.

Bakugou groaned and tilted his head back toward the sky. “Why me?” he gritted out through his teeth. “Out of everyone, why the hell did I get stuck with you? I swear, if something doesn’t happen soon, I’m gonna—”

And then, as if the universe had been waiting for the cue, something did happen.

A little girl came running down the street, her face streaked with tears. She was screaming, voice cracking with panic. When she saw them, she almost collapsed against Bakugou, clutching at his sleeve.

“P-Please!” she gasped when she saw them. “Help me! Help! He—he took my sister! Please, please!”

Finally some action.

Bakugou’s heart gave a sharp, eager thud. “About damn time,” he growled, already crouching to meet her eye level. “Show me where.”

The girl pointed with a trembling hand, and that was all he needed. Without hesitation, he bolted forward, leaving Todoroki in the dust.

 

Bakugou didn’t bother waiting for icyhot but he assumed that the bastard would follow him.

When Katsuki turned the corner, the sight waiting for him made his teeth clench.

A hulking man stood there, he was ugly, broad-shouldered, with greasy hair and a ass long nose. He had a gun pressed against the head of a crying girl no older than five.

Bakugou’s muscles tensed. The bastard’s back was to him, and for once, he forced himself to move slow. He tried to sneak up quietly as to not be detected.. or at least he assumed because well he couldn’t hear.

Then, when he was close enough, he struck. Bakugou kicking the man’s legs out from under him and sending the gun skittering across the ground with another sharp kick.

The villain cursed in shock, but Katsuki didn’t give him the chance to recover. He yanked the girl into his arms, cradling her close even as she sobbed into his shoulder.

“Got you,” he muttered, a rare softness in his voice. “You’re safe.”

But then he saw movement on his left.

Two more men in ski masks were sprinting toward him, both of them big, both of them fast.

“Of course there’s more,” Bakugou snarled.

Just as they lunged, Todoroki finally caught up. Bakugou shoved the rescued girl into his arms without hesitation.

“Take her! Get her the hell outta here!”

Todoroki nodded, instantly retreating with the child tucked safely against him.

That left Bakugou free to fight. And fight he did.

The masked thugs came at him hard, fists swinging, but Bakugou was faster. He blocked, countered, his explosions snapping in sharp bursts that lit up the alley. His grin stretched sharp and wild—finally, a real challenge.

One of them staggered back, clutching a scorched arm, while the other tried to grab him from behind. Bakugou spun, slamming an explosive palm into his gut and sending him flying into a wall.

“Too easy!” he barked, adrenaline thrumming through him.

But then—the bald one lunged, managing to grab his arm for a split second. Bakugou felt a weird sensation, like static crawling under his skin. His forearm glowed faintly for half a breath, but then—nothing.

The guy smirked. Bakugou snarled.

“Nice try, freak,” he spat, blasting him straight in the chest. Both thugs crumpled, unconscious.

Breathing hard, Bakugou scanned the alley. “Oi! Icyhot!” he shouted.

Todoroki appeared a moment later, his expression unreadable as usual. “The girl’s safe. Police are here.”

 

“Good,” Katsuki grunted. He started toward the downed thugs, wanting to make sure they weren’t about to crawl off and cause more trouble.

“Wait,” Todoroki said, reaching out and gripping his shoulder.

The second his hand touched him, Katsuki felt it again—that burn under his skin.
“The hell—”

And then the world exploded in white light.

Katsuki barely had time to curse before everything went black.

 

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Notes:

Hii guys!
First of all, thank you so much for reading my stupid little fanfic and for all the kudos, comments, and love you’ve given it so far. Seriously, it means a lot to me.

I want to apologize in advance for any inconsistencies or inaccuracies that might pop up in the story. I’m not deaf, and I don’t want to pretend I fully understand that experience. I’m doing my best to handle the topic respectfully, but if something feels off or unrealistic, please know it’s not intentional, I’m always open to feedback.

For the hearing test in this chapter, I based it loosely on a real military-style hearing exam I researched, but I simplified it a lot for the sake of the narrative (and because, well… it’s a fanfic, not a medical manual).

Thanks again for reading. Hope you enjoyed. See you in the next chapter!

 

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Chapter 3

•°☆

 

After a while, Katsuki slowly drifted back to consciousness. He felt weirdly uncomfortable, his head was pounding, and the world around him refused to stay still.

His body ached as though he’d been thrown straight through a building.. and honestly, for all he knew, maybe he had, because his every muscle throbbed with a deep, bone-heavy. He couldn’t even tell what had really happened, only that pain clung to him like a weight he couldn’t shake.

For a minute, Bakugou just lay there without moving. Breathing itself felt like a battle, his throat felt dry and he wasn’t sure if his nose was working.

He couldn’t summon the strength to even twitch a finger, let alone pull himself upright. He felt as though he were clawing his way up through a thick sludge, and it was easier for him to just stay still.

Then, with a lot of effort, he finally managed to crack his eyes open. And..ouch

 

Big mistake.

 

Katsuki immediately regretted that decision, because the
brightness of the room pierced straight into his skull, exploding behind his eyes like a flashbang. His head throbbed in protest, and he slammed his eyes shut again.

“Gh—ahhh,” he hissed. His hands clawed weakly at the sheets beneath him, bunching the fabric into his fists. And it felt strange against his skin, somehow wrong and different. Not at all like the familiar All Might–themed ones waiting for him back at the dorms. His throat tightened. Where the hell—? What the fuck—?

Just then, the memories slammed back in jagged flashes. First, he remembered the patrol, the thugs, the light crawling under his skin, Todoroki’s hand on his shoulder and then... nothing.

Katsuki’s breath hitched. He forced his eyes open again, dragging himself upright too fast. The room spun so violently he almost puked, but he dug his nails into the mattress and waited it out until the dizziness eased.

He saw white walls, a bunch of monitors lined up in a neat row. The smell of antiseptic hit him next, sharp and unpleasant, and suddenly it all made sense.

Oh.

Of course.

He was in Recovery Girl’s office.

 

Katsuki was lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, and then something disturbed his peace.

“Todoroki? Todoroki! Can you hear me?”

The voice cut through the silence, it was loud and obnoxious and... impossible. Katsuki flinched so hard he nearly fell out of his hospital bed.

No. No, that wasn’t real. Couldn’t be real. He hadn’t heard a damn thing in months. His ears didn’t work. His brain was fucking with him.

But then a hand was placed on his arm. It was warm and grounding.

“Todoroki,” the voice pressed again, right next to him. “Are you feeling okay?”

His blood ran cold.

What the fuck.

No—no, what the actual fuck?!

He could hear.

He could fucking hear.

And then- “Answer me, Todoroki!”

Katsuki jerked back, wild-eyed, and nearly fell off the bed. Standing there, too close, too solid to be a hallucination, was Aizawa sensei. His expression was tight, his voice low but full of worry. Katsuki heard it, every single word.

“What the—” Katsuki rasped, his voice cracking like it hadn’t been used in years.

Aizawa steadied him with a hand, fingers cupping his face to keep him still. “Todoroki. Can you hear me?”

“I’m not—” Katsuki froze. His throat locked up. That voice that came out of him—it wasn’t his. It was lower, smoother and calmer in a way his had never been. And surely his voice couldn’t have changed so much in a few months.

“The hell,” he whispered hoarsely. His chest heaved. “I’m not Todoroki.”

The words sounded wrong. Katsuki’s stomach lurched, and his hands trembled as he clutched at his head.

Aizawa’s frown deepened. His hand lingered a moment, steady, before he pulled back. His tone was careful and wary. “…Then who are you?”

Katsuki’s tongue felt heavy, glued to the roof of his mouth. His whole body screamed at him not to speak. And yet, the words ripped free anyway—raw and desperate.

 

“…Bakugou.”

 

The silence that followed was suffocating. The kind that crushed the air out of his lungs. Aizawa’s eyes narrowed, sharp and unreadable, and it made Katsuki’s skin crawl.

“It’s me,” he tried again, softer this time, almost pleading. “It’s fucking me. I don’t know what happened, but—”

He cut himself off when Aizawa moved away. Panic surged white-hot. Don’t leave me, don’t fucking leave me—

But the man came back, holding something small in his hand.

A mirror.

Katsuki’s pulse slammed in his ears. He didn’t want to look. He knew he didn’t want to look. But when Aizawa held it out, his own hand betrayed him, snatching the edge of the glass.

And staring back at him was Todoroki Shouto.

The mismatched eyes. The scar. That infuriatingly calm face. Even as Katsuki’s expression twisted in panic, the reflection barely cracked.

“No.” His chest locked up, like iron bands squeezing his ribs. He dropped the mirror like it burned him. “No—no, no, no. This is—this is bullshit. What happened to me?!”

His voice cracked again, hated and unfamiliar. It made bile rise in his throat.

Aizawa crouched until they were eye level, gaze steady, heavy as a chain. “We don’t know yet. But it looks like…” He let the pause hang, sharp with weight. “…you and Todoroki may have switched bodies.”

The words detonated inside Katsuki’s skull. His hands curled into fists so tight they shook.

“I don’t—I don’t want this!” His voice broke. “I need my body back—I need it now—”

The room tilted, his breathing too fast, too shallow. His vision blackened at the edges, dizziness threatening to drag him under again.

Then a hand pressed down firmly on his shoulder.

“Bakugou,” Aizawa said, calm but unyielding. “Breathe. Calm down.”

But Katsuki couldn’t. His whole body rejected the command, and all he could think was—

This isn’t me. This isn’t me. Get me the fuck out of here.

 

--

 

After a few agonizing minutes, Katsuki’s breathing steadied. His chest still burned, but his brain finally began to piece things together.

If he were in Todoroki’s body… then that meant Todoroki was stuck in his.

 

Which meant that the second that icy-hot bastard woke up, he’d find himself deaf. And it would expose the weakness that Bakugou had tried so hard to hide.

Katsuki darted a glance at Aizawa. The man hadn’t pressed him about his hearing. Which had to mean that Todoroki was still knocked out. Good. It gave him a head start.

He had to move.

He had to get to Todoroki first and explain before the whole thing blew up in his face.

He tried sliding off the bed and standing up, but then the door opened.

Recovery Girl bustled in, eyes narrowing the second she saw him. Aizawa murmured a quick explanation of the situation, and the old woman hummed sharply.

“Step outside, Aizawa. I need to check him over.”

Aizawa hesitated, then gave Katsuki one last warning look before leaving.

Katsuki ground his teeth together.

He had shitty luck.

 

--

 

Aizawa slipped out of the room where Bakugou was being held. His steps were quiet, but his mind definitely wasn’t.

These damn kids. These problem children were going to be the death of him. He could handle broken bones, shredded uniforms, and concussions. But this? Switching bodies? Even he didn’t have a handbook for that.

And he was worried. Really worried.

Aizawa crossed the hall into the other wing, where Bakugou’s body lay unnervingly still. Todoroki hadn’t woken up yet. That wasn’t necessarily bad, but the longer Aizawa stared at the motionless form, the tighter his chest felt, because what if he didn’t wake up?

Then the boy stirred.

Slowly his eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first.

Aizawa’s jaw tightened. Seeing Bakugou’s face wear Todoroki’s expression of confusion, it was wrong. Like two mismatched puzzle pieces jammed together.

“Todoroki,” Aizawa said, voice low but steady. “You’re awake.” He stepped closer. “Can you hear me?”

The boy blinked up at him, dazed, and Aizawa took that as enough to continue.

“Something happened on patrol. You and problem child appear to have… switched bodies.” He said it evenly, but the words still felt absurd in his mouth. “We don’t know how long it will last, but we’ll find answers. Recovery Girl and I will—”

He stopped.

Because the boy’s expression was twisting strangely. Grimaces, frowns, squints that didn’t belong on Bakugou’s face. His eyes kept darting, not to Aizawa’s eyes, but to his mouth. Tracking the movement of his lips.

“…Todoroki?” Aizawa asked, a prickle of unease crawling down his spine.

The boy raised his hands slowly, pressing them against his ears. He swallowed hard.

“Sensei…” The word rasped out, rough with Bakugou’s voice, but hesitant in a way Aizawa had never heard from it.

“What is it?”

“I…” Todoroki’s mouth tightened. His gaze flicked down, then back up. “…I can’t hear you.”

Aizawa’s pulse kicked. “What?”

“I can’t hear anything,” Todoroki repeated, voice slightly slurred and shaking. His hands pressed harder against his ears, as if that would fix it. “My ears..they’re not working.

 

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Notes:

Hey dears,

Okay, first things first  I’m sooo sorry. I know this update took forever.

The chapter is shorter than i would have liked and it ends on a cliffhanger, I know I'm so mean.
I hate leaving yall hanging like this, but life’s been… well, chaotic, to say the least.

I just started uni, and between classes, assignments, and just trying to survive, my time for writing has been super limited. Updates might be slow for a little while, but I promise I’m not abandoning this story or you. I will finish it...eventually.

Thank you all so much for your support, your kind comments, and your patience. I appreciate every single one of you.

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Chapter 4

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Aizawa’s face went pale at Todoroki’s admission. For a split second, he forgot to breathe. His mind immediately began racing through possibilities, each one somehow worse than the last.

Had Bakugou sustained some type of injury during the fight with the criminals? Something that had somehow slipped past  Recovery Girl’s healing?

The thought sent a cold chill down his spine.
“Stay calm,” he muttered to himself under his breath, forcing the words out even though his heart was hammering painfully against his ribs. “We need to figure this out. Panicking won’t help.”

But that was easier said than done.

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping faintly against the floor, and grabbed his notebook and pen from the desk. His fingers trembled as he uncapped the pen. His handwriting came out a little shaky as he quickly composed a message for Todoroki to read.

 

****

Todoroki, you and Bakugou have switched bodies because of a quirk you both came into contact with. We are working on changing you back. For some reason, your Bakugou’s ears are not working. We need to determine what’s wrong.

****

 

He turned the notebook around and held it up in front of Todoroki so he could see it clearly.

His student stared at the words in stunned silence. His eyes widened slightly, the realization slowly settling in. Aizawa couldn't blame him. Waking up in someone else’s body would already be deeply disorienting and frightening enough…
…but waking up like that without the ability to hear anything at all?
That would be absolutely terrifying.

“Sir, I—uh—” Todoroki said slowly, his voice uncertain and strained. He lifted a hand and pointed at his ears, as though needing to physically acknowledge the problem. “I can’t even hear my voice.”

Aizawa wasted no time. He turned sharply toward the door.
“Recovery Girl,” he called, his voice laced with urgency.

She hurried in within moments, her footsteps were quick and her expression already filled with concern.
Her gaze turned to Todoroki and she instinctively began scanning him for injuries.

“What happened?” she asked, eyes sharp and focused.
Aizawa rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, choosing his words carefully. “Bakugou’s ears appear to have stopped functioning. Todoroki, who is currently in Bakugou’s body, can’t hear anything at all.”

Recovery Girl’s brow furrowed together. “That’s strange. I didn’t notice any damage to Bakugou’s ears when I examined him after the commotion.” Her voice had softened, but there was a thread of worry woven into it.

Right then, Todoroki let out a startled yelp.
His whole body jerked, and his hands immediately flew up to his ears. His fingers pressed against them as he began massaging the sides of his head, wincing in discomfort.

“What happened?” Aizawa called out instinctively, then realized, with a grim pang of frustration, that Todoroki couldn’t hear him.
He grabbed the notebook again, flipping quickly to a new page as he wrote with renewed urgency.

****

What happened? Are you in pain?

****

He held it up.
Todoroki’s eyes flicked over the words. He swallowed, took a small breath, and gave a faint nod.
“My ears… something happened,” he said, his voice slightly slurred.
“Like a shock. It hurt a little.”

That was deeply concerning.

Recovery Girl immediately brought out her medical kit and moved closer to the examination table, her expression tightening with worry. The usual calm kindness in her eyes was still there, but now it was layered with seriousness.
She hated when students were hurt, and this situation was far from normal.

“Let me take a look,” she said gently, her voice soft and reassuring out of habit, even though she knew Todoroki couldn’t hear a single word. Old instincts were hard to suppress. She gave Aizawa a small nod, silently asking him to translate for her.
Aizawa was already reaching for his notebook.
His pen scratched across the page in quick, purposeful strokes.

****

Please lie down on the examination table. She needs to try to remove something from your ear.

****

He turned the notebook around so Todoroki could read it.

 

Slowly, the kid laid down on the examination table, his movements careful and tense. Todoroki's hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

Recovery Girl leaned over him and switched on a small handheld medical light. The bright white beam illuminated the inside of his ear canal as she gently tilted his head to the side.

Then she paused.
Her brows knit together.

Inside, almost perfectly hidden against the skin of the ear canal, was a tiny metal object. It was barely visible , the sort of thing that could be easily missed unless someone was looking very closely.

“That’s unusual…” she murmured under her breath. Her voice had lost its softness now, replaced by clinical curiosity and concern.

Aizawa stepped closer, peering over her shoulder just enough to see the faint metallic glint.

“What is it?” he asked quietly.
“I’m not sure,” she replied, shaking her head slightly. “I wonder if, while Bakugou was fighting, he got hit and some kind of debris entered his ears. It’s possible something lodged itself inside.”

But even as she said it, her tone suggested she didn’t quite believe that explanation.
She took out a small tool and a container of special medical wax. Her hands were steady, years of experience guiding her every movement.

With slow, careful precision, she applied the wax to secure the object without pushing it deeper.
Todoroki tensed slightly at the unfamiliar sensation. His eyes flicked toward Aizawa, searching for reassurance.
Aizawa quickly wrote another note and held it up.

****

Don’t worry. Recovery Girl is just removing the object.

****

Todoroki gave a small nod, though worry still lingered behind his eyes.
After a few long, silent moments, the wax bonded enough for Recovery Girl to gently pull the object free.

It slid out with a faint resistance, and then it was in her hand.
She held it up to the light.
It was a tiny device, no bigger than a grain of rice, yet clearly man-made. Microscopic circuits were etched along the metallic surface, far too intricate to be random debris.

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed.
Recovery Girl didn’t speak for a second. She simply stared at the device, the gears in her mind obviously turning.
“This… isn’t natural,” she said at last. “Someone made this.”

The room felt heavier.
Without wasting time, she moved to the other ear.
“Hold still,” she said automatically, and then gestured for Aizawa to repeat the instruction. He scribbled the words. Todoroki read them. He obeyed.
The procedure was repeated, and again, another identical device emerged.

Rhey found two matching implants.

Aizawa and Recovery Girl exchanged a long, uneasy look.
Todoroki watched them both, his chest rising and falling a little faster now. He couldn’t hear what they were saying. He could only see their faces… and read the tension there.

He swallowed.
Aizawa took the devices carefully, almost like they might explode. He wrapped them securely before placing them into a sealed container.

“I’ll take these to Power Loader,” he said, his voice low and grim. “If anyone can figure out what they are, it’s him.”

Recovery Girl nodded. “And I’ll examine Todoroki further. Just in case.”

As Aizawa turned to leave, he paused then wrote one more note and handed it to Todoroki.

****

You did well. We removed the objects. Power Loader will analyze them. You’re safe for now.

****

Todoroki read the words slowly.
He didn’t move for a moment.
Then he let out a small breath of relief mixed with lingering fear.

 

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Aizawa didn’t take long.

Power Loader had barely glanced at the devices before promising a full breakdown, and Aizawa had immediately turned back toward Recovery Girl’s office.

When he pushed the door open again, the room was quiet in that sterile, uneasy way medical spaces always were.

Todoroki was still on the examination table, sitting upright now, shoulders stiff. Recovery Girl stood close, her small medical light still in hand as she peered into his ear with focused intensity. She’d switched tools and was now using a scanner Aizawa recognized, one that measured nerve response and auditory function.

She frowned.
Then frowned deeper.

Aizawa felt his stomach drop.
“What is it?” he asked, already bracing himself.

Recovery Girl didn’t answer right away. She adjusted the scanner, ran it again, then moved to the other ear and repeated the test. The silence stretched. Todoroki’s gaze flicked between them, searching their faces for clues he couldn’t hear.
Finally, Recovery Girl straightened slowly.

“Aizawa,” she said quietly, “these devices didn’t cause the hearing loss.”
His blood ran cold. “What?”
She set the scanner down with deliberate care. “There’s no acute damage from the devices themselves. No signs of recent trauma severe enough to fully shut down auditory processing.”
She looked back at Todoroki, then at Aizawa again.
“He’s completely deaf.”

Aizawa stared at her. “Completely?”
Recovery Girl nodded once. “There is no auditory response at all.” Her mouth tightened. “Gone.”
Todoroki noticed the shift immediately. He lifted a hand uncertainly and pointed to his ear again, brows knitting together in silent question.

Aizawa’s head ached.
Recovery Girl hesitated, then spoke again, voice lower. “And Aizawa… this didn’t just happen.”
He felt something ugly twist in his gut. “What do you mean?”
She exhaled slowly. “This level of damage doesn’t occur overnight. Or even over a few weeks.” She tapped the scanner lightly. “Based on the nerve degradation, the scarring patterns… I’d estimate years.”

Years...

Aizawa’s hands curled into fists at his sides.
“You’re saying Bakugou has been deaf,” he said carefully, “since before U.A.”
“Yes,” Recovery Girl said. “Possibly long before.”
The room felt too small.
Aizawa dragged a hand down his face, exhaustion and disbelief crashing together. “That doesn’t make any sense. He responds to verbal commands. He argues. He—”

He stopped. Because everything suddenly made sense.

Bakugou watched people’s mouths very intently.

Bakugou always stood too close while having a conversation.

Bakugou's first reaction to any type of questioning was lashing out.

“How…” Aizawa muttered. “How in the hell did he hide that?”

Recovery Girl’s expression softened, but there was sadness there now. “Children adapt. Especially stubborn ones.” She paused. “And Bakugou’s quirk…”
“Explosions,” Aizawa said bitterly.
“Yes.” She nodded. “Continuous exposure to extreme concussive noise. At close range. Without protection.” She shook her head slowly. “It would destroy anyone’s hearing over time.”

Aizawa’s jaw tightened.
“So he did this to himself,” he murmured, then immediately hated how that sounded.
“No,” Recovery Girl said gently. “He survived what his quirk demanded of him.”

Silence fell again.

Aizawa’s thoughts spiraled.
How did he pass the hearing test?
How did no one notice?
Why hadn’t his parents told the school?
Why hadn’t Bakugou told him?
He looked at Todoroki. The kid knew something was wrong. He could read it in their faces.

Aizawa reached for the notebook again, slower this time. His hand hovered over the page.
What could he even say?

Recovery Girl leaned closer to Todoroki, offering a small, reassuring smile.

Aizawa wrote carefully.

****

Bakugou’s hearing loss was not caused by the devices.
He was already deaf before today.

****

Todoroki read it.
His eyes widened in shock.

“…Before?” he said aloud, voice barely above a whisper he couldn’t hear.
Aizawa swallowed.
Recovery Girl added quietly, “Aizawa… I think Bakugou learned to compensate so well that even he may not fully understand the extent of it. Or he understood, and chose not to acknowledge it.”

Aizawa closed his eyes briefly.
Why would he hide it?

Meaby because Bakugou Katsuki refuses to be seen as anything less than unstoppable.

Because it meant admitting that he nedded help.

Because someone might decide he wasn’t fit to be a hero.

When Aizawa opened his eyes again, he knew that he had to do something.

“We need to contact his parents. Review every medical record he has. And when Bakugou gets his body back…”

 

“…he and I are going to have a very long conversation.”

 

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Notes:

Heyyyy guys, hehehe..so um, I’m alive
I’m really sorry it took me this long to update. Life’s been kind of a mess lately, and I honestly haven’t had the time (or the energy) to sit down and write.
If I’m being completely honest, I’ve also been struggling with writing in general and I came to the conclusion that it might not really be my thing.

That being said, don’t worry. I’m not abandoning this fic. I do plan to finish it… eventually. It’ll probably take some time, but I promise I haven’t forgotten about it.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Thank you so much for all the kudos and comments, I appreciate every single one of them. As always, feedback is appreciated. Happy New Year Babes🎉🥂🍾

 

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Notes:

Thanks for reading, guys!
I know this idea is kinda silly, but it’s been living rent-free in my head so I’m running with it.
Hope you liked this chapter💜💜