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Hizashi stood in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in disbelief. It had been a normal patrol, quiet for the most part. At least until about an hour ago, where a villain had been in the process of attempting to mug an old man. It had ended quickly, with the villain on the ground, face in the dirt, and Hizashi as a woman.
A. WOMAN.
After the villain was apprehended, he’d went to the hospital, to make sure no lasting damage had been done, which there hadn’t been.
Apparently, the man’s quirk involved turning people into the opposite gender for up to twenty four hours. Not exactly harmful, per se, and despite it being one of the least dangerous quirks applied to him, he was freaking out.
What the hell would Shouta say when he came home from his own patrol, tonight? He’d never hear the end of it, most likely.
He examined himself, exasperated. A short, blond woman with curly blond hair and big green eyes looked back, looking irked. He’d taken off his clothes, and was wrapped in a towel, not caring to keep his hero costume on, and his clothes being too big for him anyway.
He sat on the toilet, towel still around him, sighing. He could always keep himself locked in the bathroom all night….right?
Shouta would probably be too tired to notice he wasn’t in bed. ( Yeah, right.)
His stomach growled, and he tried to ignore it, but he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. He picked his watch off the floor, examining the time. His boyfriend wouldn’t be home for another few hours, so he was safe to go to the kitchen and eat. He slipped out of the bathroom, heading down the hallway, everything seeming different. He passed the cat in the hallway, and she stared at him judgmentally. “Oh, hush.”
He jumped at the sound of his own voice, the tone higher and lighter than what he was used to.
In the kitchen, he dug through the fridge, grabbing a container of leftover Katsudon. He dumped some on the plate sighing, turned to the microwave. There was a furry, warm presence against his leg, and he looked down at Mao Mao, who was still staring at him curiously, meowing.
He slid the plate into the microwave, leaning down to pet her. As he did, the sound of keys in the lock made him freeze. Mao Mao rubbed her face against his hand, and he could hear Shota come in. He straightened, darting through the kitchen in the direction of the bathroom, leaving his food and a miffed cat. He ran into a solid chest halfway, staggering back with an oof, grabbing the towel to keep it on him.
Shouta stared at him, expression not changing. “.....Hizashi?”
Hizashi gave him a nervous smile, brushing hair out of his face. “Oh, hey babe.”
The raven-haired man raised an eyebrow. “Rough day…?”
He shrugged and tried to scoot around him, only to be yanked back, Shouta hugging him from behind. “How long will it last? You’re pretty like this too, but I prefer you as a man,” he smirked against Hizashi’s neck.
The blond blushed at the hands on his hips, “It only lasts till morning, tops.”
Shouta hummed, kissing his cheek. “Mnn.”
Hizashi went back to his room, pulling on a robe, before returning to the kitchen.
Where Shouta was eating his katsudon. “Sho, that’s mine!”
The other looked up, with a cheeky, “Not anymore.”