Chapter Text
Momo wanted a new dress, Bakugo wanted new shoes, Todoroki wanted some bigger weights, for training and everyone else wanted to come with, so that’s how half of class 1-A ended up at the mall during another villain attack.
It had been scheduled around a week in advance with Midnight and Ectoplasm supervising. Not everyone had gone and the rest of class was having a studying session back at the dorms, which Bakugo was grumbling endlessly about but they were all taking the time to just relax and have fun despite a horrendous torrent of rain battering against the roof. Midoriya, Todoroki, Tsuyu, Iida, Bakugo, Sero and Kirishima were at the food court while a group of others, including Momo, Jirou, Kaminari and Uraraka shopped for clothes at the other end.
Far away, there was the sound of distant shouting, while Sero ordered a boba tea. They all looked toward the sounds anxiously.
“Is everything okay?” Kirishima voiced. Todoroki shrugged.
“Where’s Midnight?” Tsuyu asked. “Maybe she’ll know.”
Iida pointed wordlessly to where Midnight was dressed in civilian clothing for the trip. One hand hovered over her concealed hero weapon, body pointed toward the sounds.
They watched as an Ectoplasm clone hurried over, and whispered something to her. Iida immediately rushed over and joined the conversation.
During this time, Midoriya was focused on something different. On one of the pathways above them, a man with some sort of wolf mutation was darting through a busy crowd of shoppers, scanning around him as if looking for someone.
The shouts grew louder and there was a distant explosion.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes and stalked over to where Iida was now standing alone, the teachers sprinting off toward the sound of an obvious attack. But Midoriya could see that this man was not in any way perturbed by the noise, and continued scanning. Finally, his eyes fell on their group and a quick hand revealed a gun from underneath his coat, pointed directly at-
Midoriya checked.
Aimed at where Bakugo was now standing, right in front of the stairs.
And he felt his feet move before his mind did.
“KACCHAN!”
His hands landed on Bakugo’s mid back, shoving him roughly away. He felt the impact on his own midsection
And then nothing.
Todoroki, watched, frozen as Midoriya, his best friend and only good thing in the entire world vanished into nothing, a little crumple of t-shirt and pants tumbling weightlessly down the stairs.
Bakugo turned, saw the clothes, looked up toward the line of fire and grimaced.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU!”
Sero and Kirishima were immediately on it, but not as quickly as Bakugo was, using explosion to propel himself into the air and toward the villain. A small cluster of men quickly swept him up as they passed, one of them just pausing to shout,
“I’ve got the electric brat, now let’s just go! Go! We only need one!”
Todoroki and Iida rushed to the pile of clothes where Midoriya had been, crying anxiously aloud for their friend. The villain who had fired didn’t manage to get far, as his ankle was wrapped in Sero’s tape and he was pulled roughly around to face the incoming wrath of Katsuki Bakugo.
Reflexively, he fired again. A bright blue beam shot from the spout and hit Bakugo square in the face. He too disappeared and so did the villains, as a little Pomeranian fell to the floor and began barking angrily, running around in circles.
Sero and Kirishima stopped in their tracks, staring at him uncertainly.
Midnight and Ectoplasm finally ran onto scene again, closely followed by the other group, a little beat-up and minus, Tsuyu noted, one Kaminari Denki.
“Bakugo?” asked Kirishima uncertainly.
“Row-ow-ow-ow-ow!”
“Dude?”
Todoroki and Iida ran up, Shouto cradling Midoriya’s t-shirt in his hands. They all stared as it stirred in his arms, and two grass-coloured ears quickly rose and rose until a little bunny covered in black speckles was peering at them nervously.
Midnight drove them back to the school.
Denki didn’t really know what was going on, but luckily, he didn’t need to know in order to scratch that motherfucker’s eye out and start running. With his nimble little body, he could able to outmanoeuvre and lose sight of those bulky dickheads any day of the week and was on his way back in the direction of the mall before it really occurred to him that he was running all fours.
He went with it.
Sprinting until he was in a familiar part of town a little ways away from where the men had carried him, he recognised a store with big reflective windows that he could use to check what was going on. He had to assume he’d been shrunk a little, by the odd blue beam of that gun, but needed to know what he was really working with.
Stalking up to the mirror, he saw a tiny yellow-furred cat, with a black lightning stripe pattern zigzagging over one ear.
Huh. Okay. This might as well happen.
Staring around, he saw a cropping of policemen standing nearby and so trotted up to them, and said, with all the politeness he could muster.
Hello! I know this might seem odd, but I require some assistance if you’re able?
“Meow!”
No, I meant, Hello! This might seem odd-
“Me-“
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. No, Fuck.
“Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew.”
The officers looked down at him. One of them shooed him away.
“No food here kitty. Go home, go on.”
Denki hissed reflexively at the unknown hands and then did as he was told. Darting around, trying to look for someone who could help. Dammit if only they could understand him! There had to be someone who could talk to animals . . . talk to animals.
Kouda!
That was it! Find Kouda and get some help. Skittering on his new and unfamiliar paws he started in the direction of UA high.
Aizawa hit his head against the wall. Nemuri shrugged helplessly, as what was apparently Bakugo and Midoriya sat on the table in the dorms, getting presented.
“You two!” he hissed. “Whyyyy, is it always you two?”
“Yap!”
Class 1-A looked at Koda.
“It’s Midoriya’s fault” he translated.
Midoriya had yet to say anything, aside from confirming his identity. He’d taken rather a long tumble down that flight of stairs and was feeling a little bit sore and completely bewildered.
“What about Denki?” Kirishima interjected. “He’s missing!”
“I saw that villain grab him- I didn’t know it was him at the time- I thought he was just disintegrated and that guy was grabbing his wallet or something.” Momo explained.
“Did you see what Kaminari looked like?” Aizawa asked. The group shook their heads, despondently.
“They said they have him” Sero said. “I heard them say it.”
Midnight turned to Aizawa.
“Ectoplasm is on the hunt for him now. We’ll find him, and soon. Hopefully, once the villain is in, we can find a way to reverse” she waved at the transformed students “this.”
“Right” the teacher said grimly. “I’ll join him. All of you, look after Midoriya and Bakugo. And, I’ll ask you not to spread this around. For their dignity, for one thing, and also UA’s on thin ground with protection of you students as it is.”
The class nodded solemnly and the the teachers departed, deep in discussion.
Bakugo burst out in a series of loud and angry barks.
Everyone looked at Kouda again, who sighed.
It had just become twilight when when the weary Kaminari spotted the grounds of UA. It had taken a long time, since he was that much smaller and unable to take public transportation like he normally did. Now, after a long day of running through the streets, he was tired, hungry, incredibly dirty and bleeding from one paw where the nail had caught on a fence. Or claw, Denki supposed.
Still he was here, and from now it would be easy-peasy to scarper to the dorms and and explain to Kouda what was going on. As he slipped gracefully through the iron gates and onto the soft green fields of campus, joy was abundant in his form. Man, it was easy for cats to get into UA. He didn’t know if he expected security to be on his ass at all- they weren’t looking out for animals after all, were they? Oh and, speaking of-
Hound Dog, campus security, came out of nowhere and was immediately on the kitten, holding it tightly in unforgiving hands. Denki had never seen him like this before, pupils blown, snout pulled back in an angry snarl and barking like a maniac. Denki quivered where he hung in midair-
Oh right, cats and dogs.
Oh, fuck.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no- I’m not actually a cat! I’m not actually a cat! I’m a student, please!”
“Reowwwwwwww! Mewwwwwww!”
It was no use. The teacher couldn’t understand him. Denki wailed, getting swung toward a disturbing, drooling set of jaws.
“Hound Dog- Hound Dog no!”
The shout came from a student, running toward them from one of the nearby dorms with a shock of familiar violet hair.
“Don’t hurt him!”
“Shinsou!” Denki thought. “Thank fuck and thank shit and every other curse word in the dictionary.”
“Give him to me Ryo, please? I’ll keep him in my dorm, I won’t let him get out, just don’t hurt him!”
Hound Dog growled and rumbled out something incoherent before dropping Denki into Shinsou’s arms and ambling off. The general studies student cradled him protectively.
“Poor little kitten” he cooed. “Poor little boy. You’ve had a rough day, haven’t you?”
“You have no idea. Just get me to the 1A dorm so I can talk to Kouda and get this reversed.”
“Meow!”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh. You need a bath, you’re all dusty.”
“I would quite like a bath thank-you.”
“Meow!”
“You’re quite chatty, aren’t you? Oh, but you’re so snuggly as well. Aizawa-sensei’s going to love you.”
“He already loves me, quite a lot, thank-you very much.”
‘I have to book a visit with the vet first though. So before then, you’ll stay locked up in my room where you belong.”
“NO!”
Midoriya was more than happy to stay nestled snugly in the arms of anyone willing to volunteer. According to Kouda, he had a headache and wasn’t up for major activity other than dinner and bed. His hobby of analysation and examination had gone out the window, with what was, Momo theorised, a possible concussion. It was difficult to tell with a dazed rabbit. For now, he was sitting on Todoroki’s lap in the living room, his little green ears twitching in rhythm with the odd soap-opera that had been put on, while the majority of 1A girls crooned over the pair.
Bakugo, in the meanwhile rejected any and all attempts to cuddle his fluffy, harmless and completely adorable form. He and the remains of the Bakusquad, as well as Kouda, were clustered in the kitchen, watching as he ran around in circles, barking his head off in a frenzy.
Kirishima looked at Kouda, who did some quick maths.
One thing Kouda knew about Bakugo was that he shared a trait with many of the other students in his class and the school- namely- the inability to shut the fuck up. And now, Kouda was the only person who could translate for him and the blonde Pomeranian seemed insistent on punctuating every single one of his sentences with frequent swear words, calling Kouda names when the boy asked him to stop, and insulting every single person in the class as means to abating his frustration. Kouda could see it now. If he was kind, helpful and supportive, he’d be glued to Bakugo’s side, forced to stutter out every profanity and never be thanked by the group once. It wasn’t like he was particularly fond of Bakugo to begin with. He was too loud. He didn’t have respect for small animals and children, he was mean to the Kouda’s friends, consistently cocky, vain and proud.
There was something people didn’t know about Koji Kouda. Something he was about to reveal.
He was one petty-ass son of a bitch.
“What’s he saying?” Kirishima asked.
“Fuck you, fuck that villain, fuck fucking Deku, fucking quirk, fucking useless fucking mall security, fuck-”
Bow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!”
“He says how much he loves and respects and admires Midoriya for helping him and expresses guilt that he went after the villain instead of helping him.”
“BOW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW”
“He confesses that he feels small, weak and incredibly scared. He’s using thoughts of his hero, Neito Monoma to keep himself optimistic and hopeful-hearted.”
“BOW-OW-OW-OW-OW-OW!”
“He loves you all like brothers”
Bakugo snarled.
The others looked at Kouda, dumbfounded.
Kirishima cradled his face in his hands.
“Now, he says he’s just going to bark aimlessly for the rest of the evening. I’m going to go do some homework. Call me if Midoriya needs anything.”
Before ascending the stairs, Kouda turned around to where the offended dog was literally quivering in anger.
“Oh, and one more thing. Dogs can’t handle spicy food. So, when you’re giving him meat to eat, make sure it’s plain.”
And with that, he went upstairs for some peace and quiet.