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Izuku wasn’t sure what was going on with his morning, but he had a pervasive feeling of ‘wrong’ ever since he woke up. His day started with the scream of his phone alarm, in response to which he covered his ears with his pillow. He silently begged for a minute longer of sleep before resigning himself to his fate. His hand darted out to silence his phone and then pulled it towards him. Squinting wearily at the bright screen, he looked at the time but noticed something strange. His eyes bugged as he was greeted with a lock screen picture consisting of three versions of himself. All of the Izukus wore a shirt and trousers. The one in the middle wore a shirt that said ‘Fancy Shirt’. He crossed his arms and grinned broadly at the camera. The one on the left had a shirt that said ‘Cool Shirt’ and seemed to act decidedly un-cool with a dopey, wide-eyed facial expression. Finally, the one on the right beamed at the camera, clasping his hands behind his back with a shirt that said ‘Blouse.’ 

Izuku blinked at the screen and absentmindedly noted that it was already Monday.  He spent an indiscriminate amount of time hyperventilating in bed as he muttered to himself different ideas on how there could be a picture of multiple Izuku's on his phone. His mind was half convinced the League of Villains planted this with the help of some clones before he questioned the date on the phone. There was no way that it was Monday. He opened his phone and checked the calendar. He furrowed his brows as he realized he was wrong. With a sigh, he dragged his lead-like limbs out of bed, figuring it was just a prank by one of his classmates. Maybe Mineta spliced some pictures of himself together? Mineta was always on his computer, so maybe he has the editing know-how to do this. Still, unease lingered at the back of his mind as he stumbled his way through his morning routine.

When he dug through his closet for his uniform, he some clothing he didn’t recognize. Only while tucking his shirt into his pants did he realize something else was very wrong, far more wrong than the strange lock screen his phone had: his walls were barren. There were no All Might posters. In fact, his room was devoid of any distinguishing features, let alone hero merch. 

The unease settled heavily in his stomach, but it was Monday; He couldn’t afford to be late to class just because some things were strange. 

He finished tucking his shirt in and then searched for his toothbrush and toothpaste. It wasn’t far from its usual spot. With his toothbrush and toothpaste in hand, he left the dorm room. He tried to rationalize his experience as one big prank, but he couldn’t figure out how he'd sleep through such a radical change to his room. Furthermore, he was almost certain it was not supposed to be Monday yet. As he made his way downstairs, he brushed past a guy from 1-B, Tsubaraba might have been his name. Izuku froze before turning around to stare at the other boy walking up the stairs. Why was someone from 1-B here?

Izuku shook his head and continued his way to the first-floor bathroom. There was no use in stressing over something that could be explained by him seeing things from being overtired. Iida has been lecturing him on getting better sleep lately. In fact, maybe everything that has happened can be explained by him being too tired, or by him doing things and not remembering? 

Once inside the bathroom, he brushed his teeth quickly, still rationalizing to himself that he was just tired. For good measure, he rinsed his face off in the sink. The cool water refreshingly dripped down his face as he lifted his head to the mirror. Now he was certain he was awake. Once he blinked through the water, he saw Monoma standing behind him. Izuku screamed and turned around sharply. 

Monoma laughed. “You look like you saw something absolutely horrible!” he said, jovially. 

Izuku awkwardly tried to laugh along. He could think of a few people who would describe Monoma as absolutely horrible, but that was neither here nor there…What was more relevant was how unexpected Monoma's appearance was. 

Monoma shook his head at Izuku, clearing it of his mirth, before patting him on the shoulder. “Try to eat something before heading to class,” Momona said sincerely.

Izuku nodded even though Monoma had already begun to walk away. Once he was out the door, Izuku pinched the back of his hand as hard as he could. Nope, not dreaming. He left the bathroom, the beginnings of a mutter storm on his lips. He was utterly bewildered by what was going on. Maybe someone placed him in the 1-B dorm as a joke? But that wouldn’t make much sense because only Kacchan hates him. Except for maybe Monoma. Although, he wasn’t acting like that right now. Izuku frowned. Did Monoma prank him? 

Izuku began to wonder how Monoma would accomplish this prank when a voice cheerfully cried “Izu-kun!”

Izuku blinked and turned to face a blond girl with a wide, fang-toothed smile. Toga Himiko. 

Her face was the last thing he saw before he succumbed to blissful darkness. 

Izuku winced, hearing a distant noise. Was that a girl screaming? Either way, he blinked his eyes open and saw Monoma, a sentient speech bubble, and Toga Himiko all peering down at him.

Izuku shouted and stumbled away.

“Midoriya? What happened?” Monoma asked with…concern.

Izuku, despite being one to mutter for hours, felt his tongue grow dry as he watched the small group in silence.

“I didn’t even dress cutely today, am I ugly or something?” Toga asked with a pout.

The speech bubble-headed student patted her shoulder consolingly.

“Manga,” Izuku said. That was the speech-bubble's name. If speech bubbles could blink in confusion, Izuku thinks this one would.  

“Yes, that’s my name,” Manga said slowly. 

“You look really messed up, are you all right?” Monoma asked.

Toga continued to pout. 

Then, Monoma’s eyes widened in realization. Of what, Izuku had no clue. Monoma said, “oh, no Midoriya. I think I know exactly what has happened.”

Izuku perked up. Even though Monoma’s insanity seemed to rival some of the villains Izuku had fought, Monoma was smart. Plus, having a copy ability probably means that he has plenty of experience with weird quirks, maybe he could help figure out what happened to him! 

“This is class 1-A’s fault!” Monoma declared.

Izuku dropped back to the floor while Toga hissed in anger while an ominous energy filled the air. Izuku looked up and saw that Manga had, in fact, used his quirk to make ‘ominous’ noise.

“What do you think they did?” Manga asked.

“More of the same!” Toga said with venom. “Trying to manipulate and torture our poor, sweet Izuku!”

“What do you mean?” Izuku asked, utterly baffled.

Monoma kneeled and rested a hand on Izuku’s shoulder. “Now, now. Denial isn’t a good look on you, my friend,” he said. 

“Well, I think it’s cute,” Toga said with a blush.

Izuku rubbed a hand over his face.

“Regardless! We should hurry to homeroom and plot our revenge!” Monoma exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Toga cheered.

“Umm, I have an essay to work on for this week. I think I’ll sit this one out,” Manga said.

Monoma nodded. “Fair enough, you have fought with us well the last time,” he said.

“Because of you, I got to do a lot of stabbing!” Toga squealed. 

Izuku blanched. He could only wish unconsciousness would seize him once more as the two insane blonds each took an arm and dragged him away.

He was well aware of how terrible his present situation was. He just wished he could remember what caused all of this. Last he remembered, he was doing volunteer work at a hospital with his class…wait. He remembered that it was a hospital catered to the rising amount of abandoned quirked babies that began with the advent of quirks. In recent years, it has improved, but babies with visible quirks are still more vulnerable to getting abandoned. At any rate, he was certain that a baby's quirk had caused this. The infant was disturbed by Kacchan’s yelling and, despite his own and Todoroki’s efforts, they failed to prevent a glowing aura from erupting from the baby. After that, Izuku had no memory. Perhaps that was the baby’s quirk? But even still, why didn’t he have any knowledge of what happened between then and waking up? And how does that explain why everything’s different?

Izuku took a deep breath and brought together what he knows. His newfound hell is the definitely result of a poorly documented quirk. It is unknown what exactly happened and if Todoroki and Kacchan were also affected by it. The first part was easy enough to theorize for, so he did, mumbling each idea as it occurred to him. 

After Toga and Monoma had dragged him by the arms through the dorm, they released him to put their shoes on and seemed to have trusted him to follow. And follow them he did, since he had only a faint idea on where they were going for class.

As they walked, Izuku came to the conclusion that alternate reality, nightmare, and hypnosis were possibilities. Ultimately, he needed to keep suspicion low until he consulted with Todoroki and Kacchan to see if they were also in the same situation. This was made difficult by him seemingly being in class 1-B while they probably were not.

As they made their way around a turn, Izuku mused about Toga and Monoma’s relationship.  Those two seemed to get on far too well. He wondered if they were siblings in this world. For all he knew, this Toga Himiko may actually be called Monoma Himiko. Izuku wasn’t sure if it was a good thing she wasn’t evil or a terrible thing that she can plot revenge with Monoma. He decided that this is more of a neural thing than anything else. 

As he followed the pair through the halls, he began to wonder what else could be different. Were all of the heroics students still in heroics? Were the top ten heroes of his world still the top ten here? Were different bits of cultural knowledge lost in the chaotic dawn of quirks? There was just so much to wonder about. Hmm, maybe he could try to sneak away from Toga and Monoma at lunch to find Kacchan and Todoroki? That way he could at the very least confirm he wasn’t alone here… whatever here was. 

Izuku paused once he entered classroom 1-B. He had no idea where he sat. He started to sweat a river at the panicked realization. How was he supposed to keep a low profile if he didn’t even know the most basic things? 

“Oh, I know that look,” drawled Monoma. 

Izuku blinked. “You do?” he asked. 

“I do too,” Toga said grimly. “That’s the face you make when you-know-who’s got you in a twist.”

Izuku blinked owlishly. “You-know-who?”

Monoma groaned and grabbed him by the arm. “Honestly, it’s like you can’t remember how to function. You two better not be getting back together.”

“Back together?!” Izuku squeaked. Monoma dragged him across the room to a seat. 

“Hmm, I think they might be getting back together. Should I go ahead and stab the bitch?” Toga said, in an almost bored tone.

“Stab?! Please, don’t stab anyone!” Izuku exclaimed nervously. Toga giggled and glomped on him. 

“You’re so cute when you’re playing innocent!” she exclaimed. Izuku felt his face heat up.

Monoma sighed. “He is the most lawfully-aligned person in our friend group. He’ll probably bail you out of jail someday.”

“I’m not going to jail anytime sooner than you,” Toga said, impishly sticking her tongue out at Monoma. Monoma rolled his eyes. 

As disturbing as the new class 1-B was, Izuku was glad neither Todoroki nor Kacchan had to go through this craziness. Todoroki is painfully dense at times and Kacchan simply wouldn’t be able to play off his anger over being in a new situation. If they are all in this weird reality together, Izuku was confident that Todoroki and Kacchan were in class 1-A and only needed to adjust to one out-of-place person. Given that 2 people who originally were in class 1-B were no longer here, Izuku figured they would be in 1-A. So, there are minimal new changes for the pair to deal with. If anything, Izuku probably had to worry they wouldn’t notice anything at all. 

With a deep breath, Izuku calmed himself. Kacchan and Todoroki would be fine. As class 1-B finished tricking in, a kernel of doubt seeded its way into his gut. They would be ok, right? 

Katsuki was not ok. It was 7:30 am on a Monday and that was all kinds of wrong. And that was the least of his worries...His room had been utterly trashed! Sure, the floor was clear and none of his furniture was amiss, but his desk? Utterly filthy!

It had only taken a few moments of confused squinting to realize that the bastard baby from his class volunteer work did some shit to him and Katsuki wanted him to pay. His desk area had practically been vandalized! Torn paper from a magazine cover and pencils were scattered on his desk while his chair held a wrinkled pants and shirt combo. He growled as he considered the evilness of the quirked baby that messed with the sanctity of his bedroom. 

He proceeded to clear his desk of the junk, tossing the paper into the trash and putting the pencils in the drawer where they belong. Then, he made his way to his closet with the laundry that had been abandoned on his chair. There, he found more strange things. While the laundry hamper was predictably there, as it should be, there were other things that were decidedly out of place there. Women’s clothing that he recognized as his mother’s designs were in his closet, much to his ire. He also spotted a few more items out of place and an odd box he didn’t recognize. He sorted the out-of-place things and glared at the weird box. Then, he turned his attention to the feminine wardrobe.

The designs weren’t bad, but some of them he didn’t recognize. And again, they were clearly made for women. Katsuki lifted a black dress with orange accents along its asymmetrical skirt to see if it even was his size. Nope! So he used his quirk on the damn thing with a flash of light and sugary smell before tossing it in the trash. He absent-mindedly noted that his explosion was practically silent compared to the thundering sound of blood pounding in his ears. Why on earth was his closet hosting clothing that wasn’t even his? Furthermore, they were from his mom. Was this some sick prank? Did the hag stock his room with shit just to nag him about the fact that he never played dress-up with her?

As much as he wasn’t into feminine clothing, he would at least understand if they were for him. Since they clearly weren’t, he was pissed. Especially since there were plenty of male fashion lines his parents could choose from to gift him. Not that he’d wear them, of course. He just wished that his parents could at least treat him and this mysterious closet-space-squatter the same.

Suddenly, he was slapped with a realization. If there were girls’ clothing in his closet, they probably belonged to a girl. As in, a girlfriend. Katsuki fought a losing battle with the grimace that grew on his face. No, him having a girlfriend was not ok. How the hell did the baby’s quirk conjure a girlfriend into existence?! 

He marched out of his room in outrage, knowing that no matter what this quirk was, it has gone too far. His luck was proven to be much worse than he could imagine when he felt a splash of icey cool water. 

“Oh, sorry! I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” exclaimed Kaminari. A now empty cup of water was in Kaminari’s hand. He cowered as Katsuki growled, staring up at the other blond. 

“What the fuck was that for?!” Katsuki screeched.

“Dude, I swear, I was just bringing something up for Bondo-bro. I didn’t mean anything by it!” Kaminari defended. 

Bondo-bro? Who the fuck was that and why was Kaminari bringing him water?! Furthermore, since when was Kaminari taller than him? Katsuki fumed as he stared up at the boy who should be shorter than him. Katsuki also realized that his clothing felt much looser than before. He diverted his gaze from the annoying boy to himself.

Much to his horror, an ample bosom peeked up at him from underneath his shirt. Katsuki did the only thing he could think to do: scream.

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Shoto woke up feeling all out of sorts. It reminded him of the times when his father had trained him to his breaking point, except this time only his mind was damaged. He wondered how that made any sense, since it was impossible for his brain to feel so bad without a clear cause. And then, he realized he shouldn’t have been sleeping. Last he recalled, it was the middle of the day. Sitting up quickly, he vaguely took in the sight of his room as he mentally retraced his steps. With a frown, he checked his phone. Monday. It wasn’t supposed to be Monday. After some time spent pondering, he finally realized his current predicament was due to the class volunteer work at the abandoned infant ward. 

Rates of infant abandonment have only increased since the dawn of quirks. As Shoto could attest, quirks seem to be uniquely capable of ruining families. After all, if someone would breed children for the [perfect quirk, it shouldn't be too shocking for parents to discard a child with a quirk they find undesirable or cumbersome. He remembered Midoriya discussing how some quirks may be seriously dangerous, necessitating temporary professional care until the child is safe to be around others. An example Midoriya had listed was how Present Mic had to be kept in a soundproof room for 4 months following the deafening of everyone present for his birth. 

In the hospital ward itself, most children they encountered had prominent mutant quirks, but a few of the others appeared quirkless. Which is, for the most part, normal for children before they turn 4 years old. At any rate, he was almost certain of which infant used its quirk on him, but he wasn’t sure what quirk it was or who else was affected. He figured that since Midoriya and Bakugou were close to the baby when a supernatural glow formed, the three of them were probably affected. He couldn’t be sure of that, though. He carefully left his bed and inspected himself. Nothing seemed to be out of place, so the quirk didn’t transform him somehow. Perhaps it did nothing other than give him amnesia of what happened for the rest of the day? 

Without further adieu, Shoto made his way through his morning routine. Nothing at all seemed out of the ordinary, so he was reassured that the quirk's effects were just mental. Then, just as he finished brushing his teeth, he heard a terrible scream. Shoto made his way over to the stairs, intent on checking on the person who screamed. It was a bit concerning to hear that in the morning. After going up a flight, he poked his head out the door to the second-floor girl’s wing. He saw a red-haired girl and Hagakure talking animatedly with one another. He blinked at the sight. Wasn’t Jirou on this floor? He stood there long enough for Hagakure to notice. 

“Hi Todo-babe! What’s up?” Hagakure said. 

Shoto blinked slowly. Todo-babe? He decided at once that neither girl had screamed. Abruptly, he returned to the stairway. He made his way up to the third floor girl’s wing. No one. Finally, he checked the last girl’s wing and saw Asui.

“Ribbit,” she croaked, looking at him with wide eyes. 

“I heard screaming,” he said. 

“Came from the boy’s side,” she said, tilting her head at him. 

“Thanks,” he replied, turning to return to the stairway to check the boy’s side. Coincidentally, this was also his floor. It was strange since he thought it was a girl’s scream. 

Nonetheless, he opened the door to the boy’s side of the hall. There, he saw Kaminari and a girl who looked a lot like Bakugou. Bakugou-chan had a fist full of Kaminari’s shirt and spoke to him in hushed tones. Shoto wondered if Bakugou-chan was Kaminari’s girlfriend. 

“Hello?” Shoto asked. 

At the sight of him, Kaminari visibly relaxed. “Oh thank All Might, Todoroki is here!” Kaminari exalted. 

“The fuck does that have to do with anything?” Bakugou-chan hissed, her other hand illuminating with light. Shoto wondered if Bakugou-chan had a similar quirk to her male relative.

“His quirk! He can turn you back to normal! Please let me go,” Kaminari cried. 

Bakugou-chan released him and he went running to the end of the hall. Shoto saw him pound on a door and get let in by a sentient glue stick. Strange, Shoto thought that guy was in class 1-B. Also, that was supposed to be Sero’s room. While Shoto mused the possibility that Sero and Bondo were ‘more than friends,' the tiny Bakugou went up to him and poked him in the chest. 

“If you know how to fucking fix this water-boob bullshit you better fucking do it now!” Bakugou-chan shouted. 

Shoto blinked. “I have no idea what that means or who you are,” he responded. 

Bakugou-chan sneered. “Oh, you don’t? That dope-faced bastard seemed to think you do!”

“I’m Todoroki Shoto, could I get your name?” Shoto asked politely. He considered returning to the other side and asking Asui if she knows what was happening. There seems to be a lot of weirdness coming from the girls today. 

“You fucking moron! IceyHot, it’s me,” Bakugou-chan said, gesturing towards herself.

Shoto pondered this for a moment. The only one who called him that was Bakugou. But Bakugou is a boy, not a girl. Unless… “Oh, I must be hallucinating,” Shoto said. 

“Huh?!” Bakugou-chan exclaimed. 

Shoto nodded. The quirk he was hit by must simulate the influence of a mind-altering substance, causing his perception of reality to be off. That would also explain the gap in time. “I think I’ll go see Recovery Girl,” he announced, walking away. 

“Wait! Idiot!” Bakugou-chan exclaimed. 

Shoto turned to wave a hand before heading off to see the school nurse. Yes, this must have been that baby’s quirk. Quite strange for it to create a drug-like effect, though.  

Katsuki was stunned. The idiot just walked away. He stood in a stupor before he shook himself out of it with a shout and started after him, screaming profanities all the way. As he raced downstairs, he bumped into a girl of a similar height to him. 

“Ooof,” she said. 

Bakugou looked up to see it was Uraraka. That shorty was almost an inch taller than him now. The realization caused a growl to build up in his throat. 

“Oh, bad luck again?” Uraraka asked with a considerate look in her eyes. 

“Fuck this!” he exclaimed. 

Uraraka sighed. “Class will start soon, you can borrow one of my uniforms.”

Katsuki felt a tremor in one of his eyebrows. Borrow a girl’s uniform? But then he looked down at himself. He could hardly go to school in oversized clothing and it will take longer than he has time for to get a boy's uniform that fits this new body. Thankfully, Uraraka turned to return to her room without waiting so she didn’t see him resign himself to the indignity of wearing her clothing. 

He walked after her and contemplated this new, bizarre reality he had entered. He was splashed with cold water and turned into a girl. Before that, there was girls’ clothing in his room. And even before that, his desk was messy! 

As he waited for Uraraka to unlock her door, he realized the feminine clothing in his closet was probably his after all. So, at least he didn’t have a girlfriend. That might have been an even worse fate than this. 

He followed Uraraka into her room and wondered more about his situation. Were Deku and Todoroki also affected? He watched Uraraka pull out an outfit and hand it to him. 

Katsuki stripped down to his underwear and fussed with his boxers. Uraraka sighed. 

“Bakugou, you didn’t even close the door,” she said, walking the short distance to her door and closing it. “I know you aren’t a girl, but there could have been a guy in the hall,” Uraraka said in utter exasperation. Katsuki took note of her defeated expression and then tried on the skirt. It felt uncomfortable so he fussed with it a bit. Meanwhile, Uraraka rustled through one of her drawers. 

He was starting to slip on the shirt when something smacked him in the face. He lifted it and saw that it was a white sports bra. He growled and let his quirk activate on it. 

Uraraka rolled her eyes. “Come on, you don’t want the guys to be staring at your chest all day, do you? Besides, those are designed to protect you, not for fashion.”

Katsuki snarled and inspected the garment. There wasn’t even any soot on it. Maybe the bra was really protective? He slipped out of the shirt and attempted to put on the bra. He winced as he realized that it wanted to compress anything that entered it, not just his new rack. He grumbled as he tugged it down and into place. Then, he slipped his shirt back on and finished buttoning it to his normal standard. 

“Ready?” Uraraka asked. 

Katsuki fussed with the shirt. It was loose in some places and tight in others. He decided to unbutton it more, showing his bra a bit, and nodded. He walked towards the door and Uraraka groaned. 

“Bakugou, I’m bringing a vest for you. Ectoplasm will dress code you if you are showing a bra,” she said, returning to her closet. 

Katsuki calmly gave her the middle finger and opened her door. Now that the dumb clothing was sorted out, he can search for Deku to see if he is in this mess too. He has little doubt that there’s something up with Todoroki but he’ll just wait for his return from Recovery Girl’s. One way or another, that visit will provide some information. 

"I think I'm sick," Shoto said. Recovery Girl gave him a stern look. Shoto wasn't sure why, but he also never visited her in the past. Maybe she needed more information? "I think I'm suffering from delusions due to a quirk," Shoto added. The stern look didn't go away.

"Do you need me to write a note for class?" she asked.

"If I'm having severe symptoms, then I might," he said.

Recovery sighed. She took out a flashlight and flashed it over his eyes, one eye at a time. Then she held his hands and asked him to squeeze as hard as he could. After this startlingly brief evaluation, Recovery Girl gave him the verdict with an eye roll. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” she said. 

“Are you sure?” Shoto asked. 

“...yes,” she responded. 

“Could you at least run a blood test?”

“You’ll be late for class. I’m not going to write up an excuse note for no reason,” she said.

Shoto frowned and remained seated. How was he supposed to know this wasn’t part of the hallucination and she actually wanted him to stay? Upon Recovery Girl hitting him over the head with her cane and telling him to “leave, now!” he decided that this part probably was real. 

As he walked through the halls, he wondered how he could ever grow to trust what was real and what was fake. He felt confident about one thing that was fake upon his return to class 1-A. He was greeted by someone who had to be fake. 

“Todoroki!” cried none other than Yoarashi Inasa. 

“Oh,” Shoto said in surprise. He turned away. There was no use in drawing attention to a figment of his imagination, he figured as he headed to his seat. Yoarashi beat him there. 

“Hey! What’s with the snub? Is this a new challenge?” Yoarashi asked. 

“Maybe he grew a brain cell or two and is done with this stupidity?” Jiro said sardonically.

Yoarashi gasped. “No, that can not be! Is it true? Have you forsaken our rivalry?”

Shoto sat down and pretended Yoarashi wasn’t talking. The whole class began to mutter amongst themselves.

“What a moron,” muttered Katsuki. He rested his face in his palm and glared lazily at Todoroki. He wasn’t sure what Todoroki was supposed to be like here, but it was glaringly obvious he wasn’t acting the way the others expected him to. Katsuki wished the bastard could grow some tact, like himself, and play things by ear. 

“I heard he didn’t go to his family dinner this weekend. Maybe something happened?” Uraraka asked with concern. 

“Either way, it is none of our business to pry!” Iida declared. 

As Katsuki forgot, there was another major contribution to his current exhaustion: The nerd’s friends are all buddy-buddy with him. He figured that, with the two 1-B dorks and wind for brains in his class, Deku wasn’t assigned to 1-A in this world. It was an annoyance since he didn’t know what class Deku was in. For all he knew, this world’s Deku failed the entrance exam altogether.

Katsuki glanced down and tugged at his skirt. He also hated being in this stupid outfit. The skirt was tight around his hips but baggy when he pulled it up to his waist. It was a no-win scenario. He also ended up putting on the stupid vest Uraraka brought because it helped the shirt feel better fitted. He still couldn’t understand why the shirt didn’t taper at the waist to remain equally snug throughout. Stupid girl’s clothing. 

Eventually, Aizawa entered the room. He made some announcements that Katsuki only listened to with half an ear. When Aizawa started to write on the board, Katsuki perked up and paid more attention. Something was off. When Aizawa turned back around to face the class again, Katsuki spotted it. The scar under his eye was missing!

Katsuki stole a glance at Todoroki who was already raising his hand. That bastard better not be an idiot and ask something obvious. 

“Yes, Todoroki?” Aizawa said. 

“What month is it?” he asked. The whole class erupted into laughter while Katsuki face-palmed. That dumbass! Did he think he was sent back before the USJ incident?! How the hell would that explain all of the other things that made no sense? Katsuki considered the idea that Todoroki was enough of a dumbass to forget about the other discrepancies that came up today. Either that or he managed to get drugs from Recovery Girl. Katsuki didn't know if it was worth hoping it was the latter. 

“Todoroki, get a calendar,” Aizawa said. The class also giggled at that until Aizawa’s eyes flashed red with his quirk. “Quiet, everyone,” he said. He took a moment to clear his throat before continuing. Katsuki sent another glance to Todoroki and met his eyes. 

‘Are you a moron?’ Katsuki mouthed. Todoroki just shrugged and watched Aizawa finish what he had to say. 

Eventually, Aizawa said that Thirteen was still covering heroic lessons in…Chainsawman’s absence. Todoroki’s hand twitched, but he looked to Katsuki who glared at him. Thankfully, Todoroki took the hint. Katsuki huffed and turned away.  

Shoto wasn’t sure why Bakugou-chan kept staring at him. He began to wonder if she was real, but perhaps not Kaminari’s girlfriend. Either way, she was giving him a lot of attention and not all of it was positive. Brushing those thoughts aside, he returned to thinking of more pressing matters. What happened to Bakugou-kun and Midoriya? Where had Yoarashi come from? Where did Aizawa’s scar go? And finally, what happened to All Might? Shoto pondered these mysteries as Midnight took over for her history lesson. 

“Oh, Bakugou? You look cute today!” Midnight enthused.

Bakugou-chan rolled her eyes with a huff. Shoto figured Midnight was also seeing Bakugou-chan, so she wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Too bad Midoriya was missing. Shoto was certain that he’d know who Bakugou-chan was. 

After a while, Bakugou-chan raised her hand.

“Bakugou?” Midnight asked.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Bakugou-chan asked.

“Oh, of course. Come back quick,” Midnight said with a wink.

Bakugou-chan stood up and left. Suddenly, Shoto felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He blinked in surprise. Normally people didn't text him during school hours, who could this be?

A glance at the screen revealed that it was from ‘Kacchan-kun' with the profile picture being that of Bakugou-chan. Shoto raised an eyebrow at that. Why was she called Kacchan-kun? Maybe that’s her nickname? 

Moving past his confusion, he read the content of the message, which said ‘Ask to go to the bathroom.’ This only made him more confused. Did this person think he needed to go to the bathroom? Or did she want him to go to the girl’s bathroom with him? Both possibilities were strange. Regardless, he decided to do as she requested and raised his hand. 

“Todoroki?" 

“May I go to the bathroom, please?“ he asked.

“Oh, so polite! If you ask like a gentleman, you can go wherever you want! Now, Saigo Takamori could have used such tact during the Meiji Revolution…”

Shoto took his leave and stepped out of the classroom. He didn’t walk more than two steps before realizing Bakugou-chan was still in the hallway.

“Oh, what are you doing here?” he asked.

Bakugou-chan dragged a hand down her face. “You have to be kidding me,” she said and dragged him by the arm. 

“Where are we going?” Shoto asked. He was very confused as to why a girl would ask him to leave class and drag him away. Perhaps she was upset and needed to talk?

“We’re going to the bathroom,” she said.

“The bathroom? But I can’t go to the girl’s room,” Todoroki said. 

She squeezed his arm painfully. “Not the girl’s room,” she growled. Not too long later she shoved him into the men’s room. He stumbled and took a glance around. The bathroom was spotlessly clean, although he doubted the linoleum walls will remain that way. Quirks and people tend to create a lot of messes. But, that’s probably why the school employs janitor-bots to keep the restrooms clean and damage-free.

Bakugou-chan stepped in after Shoto, much to his shock.

“Wait, should you be in the men’s room?” Shoto asked.

“I can be wherever the hell I want!” Bakugou-chan cried. Then, she huffed and stomped to the stalls and kicked the doors open one by one.

“Umm, is that the best idea?” Shoto asked.

“Oof!” said a voice. 

“Finish the hell up and lock the damn door next time!” Bakugou-chan cried.

One toilet flush later and a short guy with a cowlick hairstyle and blushing face exited.

“S-sorry Bakugou,” he stuttered.

“I don’t give a shit, get out,” she said.

He nodded and left without a word.

“Why did you kick that boy out? He didn’t even wash his hands,” Shoto said.

“That’s what hand sanitizer is for,” she said before rounding up on him. Even though she was rather short, he felt threatened by her. He slowly backed up until he felt the edge of the sink dig into his back.

“Is there a reas—” he started.

“Of course there’s a damn reason why you’re here!” she exclaimed.

Shoto blinked. She was quite aggressive. 

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked away. “Don’t make me scream again, or else someone might get the wrong idea,” she started.

“Ok,” he said.

After a moment, she returned her gaze to him. “I think that stupid baby from yesterday fucked with reality,” she said.

“Ok,” he said.

“That isn’t a thing you just say ‘ok’ to!” 

“Weren’t you going to stop screaming?” 

“This is on you!” she cried. Scowling she added, “And I am Bakugou Katsuki. Cause you’re dense enough to not realize by now.”

“Oh,” Shoto said. The girl started to growl again, so he added, “Things really are strange, aren’t they?“

“No shit!” she, or he, spat.

“Might I ask what pronouns you use?” Shoto asked. He felt a bit embarrassed at the thought that he'd been referring to his classmate the wrong way. 

Bakugou growled. “He/him, that shit doesn’t change just because I’m cursed!”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to refer to you incorrectly. But, would you call all of this a curse? That seems a bit harsh,” Shoto said.

Bakugou’s scowl twitched as though it attempted to deepen. “I’d say this whole world is an utter crapsack! Don’t you realize that not only Deku is gone, but Kirishima and Sero too?!”

Shoto blinked. He didn’t notice. The thought worried Shoto as he realized he was a lot like his father in that regard. 

“Anyway, we need to figure out where that damn nerd is. He’s probably not even in the hero course, let alone in UA,” Bakugou added.

“Why would you say that?”

Bakugou opened his mouth and then closed it. A beat later he replied, “It’s just a hunch. I know Deku better than you.”

Shoto narrowed his eyes. “Well, I bet Midoriya is still in the hero course.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Doesn’t matter. We can check on our way back to class, come on,” he said. His skirt swished as he made a sharp turn, marching out the door. Shoto followed soon after. Together, they proceeded down the relatively empty halls toward class 1-B.