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It isn’t like life had been particularly nice to him. I mean, he’d been born quirkless, worse a giant god damn nerd, with a pension not only to talking to himself, but a borderline creepy tendency at observation for even the most banal of details. Yeah, it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware. His best friend for years was a giant jerk about it. Blessed be to Katsuki Bakugo, he supposed.This though, this was overkill no matter how he sliced the proverbial breadloaf. It was just, in the words of Kacchan, fucking bullshit. It isn’t like he’d done much of anything to warrant this sort of disturbed situation and yet here he was seated on his backside in the hallway just outside of class 2-B missing a very key part of his anatomy and steadily losing more blood to his extremities as he felt increasingly faint. This was the last time he ever delivered anything to class-B on behalf of his homeroom teacher, brownie points be damned. To humor the fates, he attempted to retrace his steps up until this unfortunate end, as the circumstance led him quietly into unconsciousness. The day had started out so painfully normal, it was another point of contention to him in his recollection. 5 AM found him stretching his crooked fingers above his head blinking lazily at the jubilant smile of the Golden Age All Might poster on his ceiling. He didn’t care what his classmates thought about his fanboy stage, it was important to development- also his obsessive nature gave him a leg up on all of them anyway because it’s not like anyone else in class had taken a near encyclopedic account of 2-A’s quirk strengths and weaknesses. No, that was just him, thank you very much. Second year had been Midoriya Izuku’s motion toward self appreciation, because honestly he was three near death experiences too late to not allow himself leeway. He borderline worshipped his idol, so what? It wasn’t like he was Mineta-kun. A vibrant rattling of his spine followed that notion and the green haired boy had gone about his normal morning routine. A quick run, looking over his homework for the day while curling dumbells and finally a shower just before he had to make the trek to class in the brutal january air. “Midoriya.” He had been greeted listlessly not three feet from the entrance to the dorms. It never failed to amaze him how not a morning person Todoroki was. “Morning Todoroki-kun.” The other boy just grunted, swaying lightly on his feet and trudging forward with eyes half open. He chuckled at his friends rare moment of, dare he say it, cute behavior. “How do you manage Midoriya?” The two-toned boy groaned softly, under the weight of his seemingly endless exhaustion. “You know, I think at this point it’s my internal clock. It was probably due to training.” He hummed considering the question. Todoroki clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a long sad look as if sympathizing with a victim of tragedy. “He must’ve been the devil to train under. Hang in there Midoriya.” Green curls bounced as he laughed outright at that, agreeing wholeheartedly and tapping the other boys hand. “You have, no idea.” Midoriya offered. They reached class in no time, Todoroki’s eyes still half open and the class quiet and empty save for the early risers which constituted basically just them. Uraraka was present , but seeing as she had succumbed to the humm of the heater at the back of the classroom and the quiet atmosphere, snoring softly on her desk, she didn’t count. He sat, like the good studious pupil he was, at his desk reviewing his notes and formulating questions to ask throughout his classes for the day, that is until sparking hands slammed abruptly onto his text book. “Jesus, Kacchan! A good morning would suffice!” He sighed, leaning back onto his chair to allow his heart some space to slow the hell down. The guy was going to give him a heart attack one day- take the symbol of peace out, carelessly, and for what? Petty satisfaction? Nice, really heroic Kacchan. “Shut up, I’ll kill you.” Truly, such a heroic man. His childhood friend honestly was such a role model. “Nice to see you too.” He deadpanned, honestly they were seventeen and he wondered if the blonde ever planned to put down his strange fixation on emotionally channeling the form of a porcupine. A grunt was all he received as Bakugo fell into his chair and began rifling through his bag. “The physics homework, did you finish it?” His characteristically vexatious tone was absent. Midoriya huffed a laugh and smiled to himself as he flipped to the mentioned assignment. He handed it over without a word and honestly he could cry. His Kacchan was finally growing up. “You got this wrong nerd, can’t you even nerd right you dunce?” The blonde scoffed judgmentally. Midoriya sighed exasperatedly and stared slack faced at the wall as if the fading paint might understand his plight. His hope had bloomed far, too soon. The rest of the morning had dragged on as usual, class, Kacchan griping at him for his nerdiness, class, Kacchan huffing at his lack of insight when faced with a particularly difficult literature prompt, class, Kacchan catching him off guard with a particularly vicious left hook and then loudly telling him to “pay attention, dumbass.” Really their relationship was so much closer nowadays. Sometimes this really groomed a sense of delight in Midoriya. “Fucking dork, use that broccoli covered head everybody seems to blow you for!” He groused loudly, a nasty smirk curving that statement into an expertly delivered jibe. His hair wasn’t like fucking broccoli! The bastard knew he was sensitive about that comparison, damn it! Other times their proximity absolutely chafed with Midoriya’s regret at ever having been deluded enough to think Bakugo valued him as more than an object for verbal target practice. “C’mon fucking Gumby that all you got?” Bakugo sneered, dodging yet another punch. God, they were getting worse. Why on earth did this training session have to be strictly non-quirk and why the hell did All Might always pair him with the blonde? His gaze wandered over to their teacher watching from the sidelines, he glared at the thin man and received only a cheerful thumbs up in response. Life is particularly distasteful when you are forsaken by even your guiding hand Midoriya decided as a kneecap drove into his solar plexus. Green hair aflutter the boy took the proverbial “L” as gracefully as he could manage- which was to not vomit his lunch all over his opponents shoes. Like he’d said the day was business as usual. That is, until the lunch bell sounded. “Midoriya.” Aizawa had called out to him tonelessly. He turned to regard the man who was already stepping into his sleeping bag. The boy wondered if the man ever washed the thing, but decided that line of thinking was incriminating and rude. He refocused his attention on the man just as he pointed from his position already on the ground to a stack of papers on his desk.“Those are printouts for the next joint training session, I need you to deliver them to Vlad.” Aizawa murmured on the cusp of his afternoon nap and with that zipped his sleeping bag up fully and promptly fell asleep. Midoriya stood there mouth pressed into a tight line of resolution as he scooped the hefty pile up and trudged toward class 2-B. Lunch could wait a bit he supposed, it wouldn’t be so bad to help out his eccentric sensei. Oh, how wrong he’d been. Now, the accident had been just that, a god awfully honest accident. Murphy’s law was just really coming into all sorts of applications today, as if the physics homework wasn’t enough. The accident had occurred as he, Midoriya Izuku, had been passing through the conjoined corridor between the A and B classrooms, hoping to make it to Vlad-sensei unscathed. It seemed his naivete, even as a hardened seventeen year old survivor of psychopaths and the occasional rabid fan, had persisted. Unbeknownst to his approach was a group of 2-B students unassuming in their chatter, one of which was Fukidashi Manga, the greenette could tell by the visible speech bubble floating between the horns of Tsunutori Pony. As he passed he caught just the tail end of a question posed at the comic hero. “-So you’ve never tried it before?” Tsunotori’s accent had really improved from last year, thank god she’d been hanging out with Monoma less. “Hm, no I guess you’re right I always just assumed they had to be onomatopoeias. Guess I could give it a try.” In Midoriya’s sudden distraction with the possibility of a free moment of 2-B intel, the poor, fucking green, vegetable boy he was, missed the shrunken form of his fellow student Kodai Yui. The quiet girl had shrank a few moments prior to his arrival to get a better vantage point from the floor in an effort to find the earring she had just dropped. Kodai’s tiny form, upon refusal to be acknowledged, for her equally tiny yelling voice begging the green boy to watch his step, grew. And fast. In the blink of an eye it seemed one entire Kodai Yui popped jarringly into existence, directly in the path of the already moving Midoirya Izuku. Three things took place in the span of a few seconds. One: the velocity of Kodai’s sudden growth having already been in the active path of sir clumsily green countered his movement forward sending him not only stumbling, but rather, flying backward. Two: Fukidashi’s onomatopoeia, or not onomatopoeia had formed above the boy’s head but quickly descended in a trajectory toward the boy, where it would have landed if not for… Three: Midoriya’s body sailing straight through the throng of class 2-B students gathered, paper’s flying in a slow-mo dance of tribute to the lords of chaos themselves, and subsequently knocking the other boy roughly into the frame of the doorway where his head collided and effectively KOed the guy. Oh and did he mention the comic hero’s little onomatopoeia not onomatopoeia had instead softly bumped against his shoulder, because the green haired boy supposed that made four things. Only that statement wasn’t entirely correct either because a moment elapsed in the silence of their defunct disaster and the aftermath found the green haired boy, no longer a boy, but… Which brought him back to the present, suddenly awake and still quite uncomfortably absent down there in the presence of his homeroom teacher and the ever exasperated woman he now regarded as a personal healer. Recovery girl stared at him with a furrowed brow, honestly looking as if it were her genitalia taken. Midoriya stopped himself at that observation, shook his head violently and coughed a bit. He really needed to fit meditation or something into his schedule. Anything to reign in the intrusive thoughts. “Midoriya-kun I don’t much like it when you hurt yourself, but I’ll take it over injuring other students.” She sighed, gesturing to the air as if Fukidashi was standing there, which he wasn’t. She informed him that the boy had gotten a nasty concussion and had been sent to the hospital, where he would most likely wake in the next few hours. “Couldn’t stay out of trouble for one errand huh, problem child.” Aizawa sighed from beside her, rubbing at his temples, his eyes seemed extra red denoting that he’d probably been woken from his nap because of this. And young green bean boy had almost felt bad if not for the more pressing issue at hand. “Uh, I think s-something happened, when I b-bumped into Fukidashi.” He managed a stammer, but his shockingly high voice portrayed much more of his anxiety as two sets of eyebrows rose in reaction. Now noticing the slightly large fit of his clothes on his normally full frame. “You sound…” Aizawa began. “Different.” Recovery girl finished and upon this realization unceremoniously booted the tired eyed man from the infirmary. “Okay, I’m going to do a full body check-up Midoriya-kun so I need you to undress.” She said softly to the shivering bean’s mounting panic. She rubbed his arms soothingly and provided him with a hospital gown from a drawer to the side of the cot he sat on. He accepted it with shaking hands and pulled the curtain to separate them for a moment as he undressed. He didn’t look, it was too surreal. He was convinced if he did, he might pass out before getting a full handle on the extent of his situation. “I-I’m done.” Midoriya called, and Recovery girl eased the curtain aside gingerly, slipped in and eased it back, locking them together in this really strange mutual purgatory of unknown. “Lie down, and try not to hyperventilate.” She joked lightly attempting to ease a bit of the strain that was beginning to manifest as heavy breathing. Midoriya was thankful for her ease of temper most days, but this was kind of a huge nightmare for him, thanks very much. He tamped down his touchiness and did as instructed though. “I’m going to lift the gown just slightly from this end okay, just to deduce any ehm, structural changes you might’ve endured.” Her voice pitched a bit in the middle, and she cleared her throat awkwardly and truly Midoriya felt for the woman, this was damn weird. He was so very aware of that. “You ready?” She prompted kindly and the boy sucked in a deep breath and nodded quickly. She flipped up his gown quickly, the rush of air on his bare skin raised goosebumps on his legs and he wanted to weep as the woman gasped softly upon nudging his ankles apart. She lowered the gown and was silent. “What happened exactly Midoriya-kun?” She asked after a moment, and he sat up on the cot and dutifully recounted the event to her in fervent detail. “Ah, well that would explain it.” She said after a moment of humming to herself. The green haired boy waited patiently for her answer and after a moment, realizing that the boy was waiting for her to expand Recovery Girl did. “Fukidashi-kun hit you with a Gender Bend panel.” She explained. “A what?” “A Gender Bend panel.” She tried again. He was beginning to breathe heavily again, and the woman stood from her stool to fetch him some water. She handed him the tiny paper cup that fit very snugly in his tinier than normal hands, and then she put the last nail in his proverbial coffin. “You’re a girl now Midoriya-chan.” He’d, no wait, She’d been bereft of reaction since, feeling notably similar to her time spent in Mustafu General after the training camp debacle. Just, really blank and very confused. She’d been instructed then to just go about her day as normal, and to not worry. Likely Fukidashi would be back the next day and then they would work all of this out nicely by simply reversing the effect. Or so Recovery Girl had said. The woman had also kindly offered her a girls uniform to change into, which she had declined flatly, although she did take the binding from the woman for the breasts that she now apparently had: small as they might appear clothed, they were unmistakable naked. Somewhere in the lizard brain portion of her psyche Midoriya thought with a poorly mollified giddiness that hahaha I have boobs. Somehow though this tiny laugh at the back of her mind only served to exacerbate her plight. Murphy’s Law, she supposed.She slid lifelessly into her sixth period sear, thanking the Gods that at least she’d been spared from having to fare two class periods of gender identity crisis. Only... this period was her worst. Physics. Murphy’s Law, she reminded herself. It didn’t help that her lab partner was her easily aggravated childhood friend, who never seemed to let so much as a stray hair go unmentioned. Midoriya steeled herself at her seat, maybe if she tried to act as normal as possible he wouldn’t notice. Or maybe, she reasoned, he wouldn’t notice at all, because it wasn’t like he was constantly paying attention to her on a physical scale anyway. Other than obvious traits he could use as ammunition for verbal assault, he’d likely not even notice otherwise that’d be weird right? So her clothes were slightly baggier, big deal. That’s not super noticeable, she still looked the same after all. She was truly thankful her hair hadn’t pulled some absurdly cliche number and tripled in length. The door slammed open and in trickled her classmates, all of which exclaimed at seeing her safe and sound. It seemed when she’d disappeared before lunch and hadn’t reappeared for fifth period the class had been in a tizzy. They’d bombarded Aizawa with question after question of her sudden absence to which they were monotonously replied with only: “He’s in the infirmary.” She scratched her head and laughed, only the sound wasn’t right. It was too high and she cursed herself for her damn carelessness as a dazed look overtook Kirishima and Kaminari in reaction to the sound. She coughed and cleared her throat overzealously. Attempting to pitch her voice low and scratchy she offered a half baked excuse. “Ah, I just got a little sick is all. No big deal really.” “Midoriya, you sound weird dude. You sure you’re alright?” Damn Kirishima’s overly thoughtful nature! “I should be fine, Kirishima-kun thanks, I don’t want to fall behind.” She offered with a small smile, avoiding their prying eyes so as not to alert them to any of her false statements. Really, heroic types weren’t meant to lie so she wasn’t very good at it. Silence blanketed her peers, and shyly she peeked up at them. Strangely Kirishima seemed dazed and once her eyes met his he seemed to jolt as if she’d shocked him, turning his eyes away and rubbing insistently at his neck as he stammered.“Well, d-dude if you’re sure. Uh, if ya need notes I can lend them to you too. You know, from last class.” Was Kirishima blushing? Midoriya scratched the side of her head and smiled widely at that offer, canning the observation as most likely a trick of the light. “Oh, that would be very helpful thank you Kirishima-kun.” He laughed a little too loudly, throwing out a half shouted “okay” before rushing to his desk. Kaminari and mineta though didn’t move and were soon joined by Asui and Uraraka. All stared determinedly at him, humming in thought. “Holy Shit, Midoriya did you get shorter?” Kaminari accused, pointing towards his pant leg that bunched much more than usual at his ankles. Seriously, Murphy? Why did the class air head have to pick today of all days to be god damn detective conan? “I, uh borrowed these from the infirmary.” She rushed to explain and at the long pause of building confusion she added quickly, “I puked on my other ones.” This wrinkled the nose of at least two of them, and Kaminari as well as Mineta, satisfied, ambled away to their seats. “Midoriya-chan, you seem… cuter today.” Asui offered, her finger pressed to her cheek in thought as she tilted her head staring determinedly at Midoriya. She began to sweat under the scrutiny luckily Uraraka stepped in. “Yeah, Deku-kun you’re already pretty cute, but today you… hmmm, you seem really soft?” Oh, gods the girl was making it worse. Now both of them were tilting their heads and staring thoughtfully at her, luckily they were interrupted by the banging of a textbook against a desk right behind them. “Move it, Extras!” What part about this was lucky?Midoriya corrected herself as the girls shrugged, parted for the explosive blonde and made their way towards their respective seats leaving the newly christened girl alone in the presence of the most perceptive eyes in class 2-A. What part indeed. “!!!” She would normally greet the blonde jubilantly, because despite his griping and prickly nature in their regular interactions he was beyond a competent lab partner. Unfortunately she was too nervous at blowing her cover this early on, and wasn’t sure the shitty “sick voice” thing would really pan out as well with him. Kacchan settled in beside her at the shared desk and she fixed her attention on the notes from the previous class, doing a bang up job of focusing her heart rate into a manageable speed. The tap of a bottle against the table brought her out of her inner meditative session and Midoriya looked up to find a Pocari Sweat. Her brows furrowed in confusion at the blonde boy pointedly gazing up at the front. “You get sick, because you don’t dry your hair properly in the winter, dumb nerd.” The boy chided softly and Midoriya felt a soft little pang in her chest, tears pricking at her eyes just a bit because wow. That was so truly thoughtful, Kacchan, but honestly now was not the time for reducing her to a puddle of tears. Her anxiety at the moment already had that one covered. With that in mind she wiped at her eyes quickly and uncapped the Pocari, humming in delight because really almost having a panic attack really did work up a thirst. When she tipped the bottle back down and placed it onto their table, she noticed the blonde was now focused on her. She figured he was waiting for a thank you so she conceded with a wide grin. “Thanks Kacchan!” Oh, no. She had forgotten about her voice. Wide green met wide red. She looked away quickly, finding purchase for her gaze on the completely vacant whiteboard. “What the fu-” Bakugo was cut off as No. 13 strolled into the class with her jolly little gait. “Alright class, So Murphy’s law.” She began and truly Midoriya reasoned-
Murphy’s God Damned Law.
The lecture was a judicious respite from the conversation she was now very aware would follow. There was no doubt that the blonde had questions. She was positive of this, if the heated glare that a set of red irises was branding into the side of her head was any indication. Midoriya, She-doriya, clenched her eyes shut in the midst of No. 13’s recap and prayed to any God’s she could remember to please , for the love of the cosmos, have mercy on her newly regendered soul. Her prayers were answered as the lecture came to a halt and instead of the normal partner discussion time allotted, No. 13 assigned them a simple lab activity in demonstrating the relation of momentum, energy and collision. All very relevant factors in the result of her current predicament. So they worked studiously, because that is just who they were as people. Midoriya and Bakugo both, despite their inherent differences, shared many a common practice when it came to dedication and observation. They had always been quite serious about their academic endeavors and that hadn’t changed in the least. For this, Midoriya was glad. She knew that the lab would take precedence in Bakugo’s mind above any personal inquiries towards her. Or so she had thought. They were quick learners, and so naturally the two of them as a pair also demonstrated a fairly high level of cooperative execution. Midoriya blamed it on always being stuck together for sparring, by default they were more than likely to occupy the same wavelength. So, they were the first to finish the lab. They had even triple checked their findings before stacking their papers neatly to hand to No. 13. She considered booking it from the room as her space-suited sensei gently took the lab write up from her hands commending their accuracy and turning toward Kirishima’s sporadically waving hand. No. 13 moved away to assist the boy, and Midoriya seriously weighed the benefits of bolting right then and there. She could feel the laser hot burn of red eyes fixed on her back again and she turned resolutely towards them knowing full well if she ran the boy was likely to follow close on her heels. Well, she supposed, there was always just winging it. Willing herself to relax just a tad, enough for her to not outright break into a sweat would be great, but she settled for not banging her head against the textbook atop their desk. She sat back down, keeping her gaze steadily fixed on the clock. She only had to bide her time for ten more minutes before she could use the final bell of the day as an excuse to high tail it the hell back to her dorm room. Where she could calmly just die, in bed, until tomorrow when her little Deku was back snuggly between her thighs. The stare seemed to be intensifying as a radiating heat bloomed against the left side of her face. She swallowed. Audibly. “What the fuck is up with your voice, nerd?” Scrutinizing as always, Kacchan. “I’m, I uh, I got sick before lunch.” She stammered still locked on the movement of the second hand ticking ever so slowly forward. “How the fuck, does that make your voice higher, dipshit?” Oh, no Kacchan sneering meant he was already suspecting something. It didn’t matter what, Midoriya reconciled, it was rather the state of suspicion being most dangerous in a one Bakugo Katsuki. “I- I don’t know Kacchan. Maybe I ate something weird this morning and it messed with my vocal chords on it’s way back up.” She hurriedly provided pitching her stupid voice even lower. “That’s bullshit, you didn’t even eat breakfast this morning.” The blonde was in full interrogation mode at this point, she feared he’d stand up, slam his hands on either side of her and demand the truth any minute now. “Wha- how do you even know that, Kacchan?” Midoriya was subtly sliding her things towards her edge of the table, her backpack open wide below. Methods be damned, she would be free any second now and she would run. Hell, maybe she’d even use a small percentage of one for all just to ensure she made it back before anyone could make any other unnecessary observations.“Stop avoiding the question, shit head!” Oh, sweet dear angels above could time move just a little faster? Please! Unfortunately for the greenette her luck with celestial help had run out by now; Bakugo’s large hand wrapped around her tiny wrist and squeezed to still her, before loosening just slightly. She wanted to avoid looking, but she turned in her need to assess the damage just this little piece of tactile information had done. Wide red met wide green. Phenomenal. It had done a devastating amount if the thoroughly incensed look on the other’s face was any indication. It was fine she decided in a moment of hysteria, she just needed to break free of the blonde boy, because they were seconds from the final bell. “Kacchan, please. Let go.” The blonde snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned, his brow twitching as a strange uncomfortable expression twisted his features. Wait, was he blushing? What the fu- Nevermind her shock the bell had begun to ring, Midoriya didn’t wait for the boy to recover from whatever 404 Error he was experiencing. Snatching up her full bag, without even zipping it, she slid deftly from her seat and was through the door before the rest of the class could fully comprehend the movement, only visibly aware of a flash of luminescent green trails as she departed. “What the fuck!” Bakugo shouted in the aftermath of his dorky childhood friend’s evasion. He shot up from his seat and swung his book bag over his shoulder, the nerd was so dead, if he thought he could just ignore his questions damn it. Slamming open the window to his left he hopped onto the ledge and before No. 13 could forbid it he was dropping into the air, using his quirk to rocket him towards the dorm. The class watched on in mild fascination, completely used to the antics of the other two. Although this level of animosity was unusual as of late it wasn’t unheard of. “I wonder what Midoriya did this time? Must’ve been pretty bad to send Bakugo into rocket mode.” Kaminari whistled low as they watched the form of their classmate blast through the air in a straight trajectory for the dorms, where they all assumed their resident broccoli boy was headed. “I don’t know, but I gotta say this is the first time I’ve seen him run. Usually he just lets Bakugo scream it out, with that exasperated 'I have the patience of a preschool teacher’ face.” Ashido added with a giggle. They all nodded at that. Jesus Bakugo, grow up a little dude. “He did seem… a little different today.” Kirishima added quietly, a wistful expression on his face as he stared at the fluffy air trail his bro had left. “Yeah, yeah! Didn’t he seem I don’t know… cuter?” Uraraka chimed in, wiggling her brows and Asui nodded solemnly in affirmative. Kaminari nodded along. Even trashy grape baby agreed and with a conspiratory whisper leaned into the crowd of class 2-A stragglers. “Guys, didn’t he seem…” He paused, more veins popping forth in his scarily wide eyes, the boy breathed heavily and the girls took a grossed out step back. “Like a girl?” Silence reigned for two point five seconds before the group erupted into laughter, all but two. Kirishima seemed to twitch at this observation, suddenly seeming to realize something and in the back of the classroom still methodically placing his books into his bag, Todoroki gave pause.
Couldn’t be, right?
Kacchan was hot on her tail, this she knew from a weird sort of sense she had for the boy. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and even the air rushing around her body was not enough to wick the sweat forming at her brow. Why oh why did she have to deal with this right now? Most things the girl could handle in a day, getting tossed around by her childhood friend, defeating villains, Todoroki practicing his newly budding hobby of comedy on her, but this, explaining to her childhood friend that haha surprise, my dick is gone! No. No! Some things were just, they were sacred damn it. She was a teenager, her genitalia was kind of really important, and now was not the time for the universe to go switching it all willy nilly. She cursed Todoroki for that unintended pun as she rounded the corner to the dorm, she could hear Kacchan now right behind her. The violent sound of the explosions from his hand really didn’t do much on the factor of stealth. It didn’t matter though, because she was three seconds from the doors and he wasn’t allowed to use his quirk inside the building since a violent outburst last spring had set off all of the sprinklers in the building. She silently thanked Kaminari for, well, being himself. “Damn you! Get back here you fucker!” No chance Kacchan, no damn chance. Midoriya’s fingers hooked around the handle of one of the doors and jerked it open way too hard, snapping the poor thing clean off its hinges and accidentally tossing it at Bakugo. “What the fuck?! Deku!” The exclamation was muffled by the door. “Sorry Kacchan!” She called frantically over her shoulder, but did not give pause in the least. Having stalled him even just slightly, the green haired girl bolted in a flash up the stairs and down the hallway to her room, slamming the door open, closed and locking it only seconds later. Meanwhile Bakugo having been waylaid by a french maple fucking door, fumed silently from the entryway veins beginning to protrude from his temple as he grinded his teeth in poorly concealed rage. “It’s fucking on, shit nerd.”
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Three hours had passed, and he was definitely out there somewhere plotting. Midoriya just knew. She knew. The instant she so much as cracked her door open it would be blown in and the human equivalent of Bikini Atoll would be upon her. The green haired girl paced her room. For the life of her she could not comprehend why the boy was outright pursuing her, sure she had eluded his line of questioning and sure she'd thrown a door at him, but this was a very personal issue. One that she admitted, with a brilliant glow of pink, she'd rather not inform Kacchan of. Her day to day interactions with her best friend were already questionable at times, truly she did not need to give this flimsy hormonal crush another angle to work from. To be clear, it wasn't that she didn't trust the Blonde to keep his mouth shut, or that she was afraid of his response to the knowledge she was a girl. It was just, she just; the idea of having to explain being gender bent to someone was awkward enough. Explaining it to your adolescent crush just seemed like a simulation from a lower tier of hell. She was good at writing off some of her reactions to the boy as consequence of her “nerdy” nature. Things like staring too long, or lingering when they made contact at all, blaming all of these little tidbits on her clumsiness. Midoriya was fearful of herself. She was convinced that the behavior would be obvious and incriminating from the opposite gender standpoint. Which was terrifying and sure she could just avoid touching him or looking at him right. Wrong, because here she was, holed up in her room, no dinner and no easy way around the human landmine that awaited her. The green haired girl pulled at her hair and ground her teeth together in frustration, screaming with her mouth closed. It was ironic too, she'd settled her feelings. Buried her crush because Kacchan was amazing and no matter how much he was featured in raunchy feature films in the theatre of her mind, she knew. He likely did not, and would never feel the same and even if he did, his quirk was amazing. It deserved to live on, to create a legacy that she could not facilitate… Until now. Midoriya was thinking of it when Recovery girl had initially dropped that bomb on her in the infirmary. Thinking of how she no longer had that excuse, maybe it was easier to admit from a different mindset, but she was vividly aware of how she might be able to show more of her affections for the boy from this standpoint. The line of thinking had been stymied though, by Recovery Girl's instruction on the matter. She’d likely only be a girl for a day. She deflated. That likely would only serve to exacerbate the obvious nature of her affections while leaving her exposed and regendered the next day. Fearfully she'd decided to play it safe and just lay low. A fat lot that had done. Midoriya stomped her foot in frustration. Damn it Kacchan, why did he have to be so god awfully observant. She was supposed to be the nerd with the creepily observant tendencies, that was her territory. The gurgle of her empty stomach answered her and she sobbed dryly around the chagrin that bubbled in her. That was usually her territory; however, today was chalking up to be anything but usual. Her stomach rumbled again loudly and she remembered the stash of protein bars gifted to her by Kirishima several weeks ago. Something about extra muscle building and extra manliness, Midoriya thanked the God's for the sweet, shark toothed, redhead. She could afford to wait another hour or so before making a break for real food, but she also needed to shower she ventured with a tentative sniff at herself. Her nose wrinkled in response to the musk of dried sweat and layers of anxious fear… she definitely needed to shower, but that presented an entirely separate set of problems. A knock on her door jolted her from her tentative strategizing while munching on the chocolate flavored protein bar. Green eyes shrunken in fear she held her breath waiting for some sort of sign from the other side of the door. Another hesitant knock tapped against the door and then a gentle voice abated her fear. “Midoriya, you skipped dinner so I brought you the leftovers in case you were hungry.” Wow, Todoroki Shoto was a real hero, the green haired girl thought with an emotional curl of her fist and one stray tear that welled in her eye. She hesitated just a moment before the door, before Todoroki’s voice answered her unspoken trepidation. “The coast is clear, Kirishima has Bakugo distracted in the common room.” Midoriya sighed, the nervous energy leaving her all at once as she unlatched the lock on her door and swung it open. The heady scent of food filled her nostrils and she was most likely drooling from just the thought after skipping lunch, but katsudon was so much more than she'd hoped for. She was honestly feeling very emotional and protected at the shared vigilance and cooperation of her classmates. What bomb ass friends, really. Truly. She sniffed at the hysterical gratitude choking her and accepted the tupperware graciously. “Thank you so much, Todoroki-kun.” The now girl Midoriya crooned around her choked up voice. She was currently very unaware though, of her classmates secondary motive in delivering this offering of concern. His hands brushing against hers a tad longer than truly necessary, bringing her oblivious eyes back up to his mismatched gaze that was becoming more and more pinpointed as the seconds passed. Midoriya had seemed to miss that yes, she in fact was almost identical to her normal appearance, but there remained a few key differences. She was smaller, marginally so, her musculature still preserved but lengthened just slightly making her appear more lithe. This thinness did not however detract from what shined through in her casual wear of compression shorts and a loose t-shirt. Midoriya as a girl had curves, her lithe form bowing out at her hips to curve around deliciously thick thighs that tapered into soft knees and delicate ankles. Todoroki was staring, pointedly. Midoriya cleared her throat nervously, keenly aware now of the fact that she'd taken the binding off of her chest when she'd gotten back. Wearing the thing was uncomfortable at best and unwrapping her chest once she'd divested her uniform had been oddly liberating. Todoroki was completely unfazed by her nervousness, gaze unblinking as it slid up her frame and stopped at her chest. His mismatched gaze widened and he threw his eyes sideways hurriedly as a furious blush ignited his features, wisps of smoke trailing off the left side of his face. Another time, another day maybe Midoriya would've laughed at the uncharacteristic display of a Todoroki thoroughly flustered. Today; however, was not that day. “Midoriya, I don't know how long you've been hiding this, but you've got to be more cautious if you don't want anyone finding out.” Her friend reasoned with a shaky voice, reaching a hand out and lightly placing it against her shoulder. “I will in no way think differently of you, Midoriya.” She nodded dumbly, feeling somehow as though Todoroki might have gone and gotten the wrong impression, it was too late to rectify though because the boy was spinning her protectively around and ushering her back into her room. “ It's cold out in the hallway, Midoriya. Be more careful.” Were the last words he offered before closing the door to her room with a soft click. Dazed, Midoriya stood in the middle of her room contemplating those last words as she set her food down on her desk, until she looked up and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror at the back of her door. It was indeed cold in the hallway, cold enough for her newly changed anatomy to give her away in the traitorous formation of two hardened peaks visible through the white fabric of her shirt. Todoroki had seen her nip- he'd seen her nip- her nops. A blush so furious it caused her to glow surged over the girl and she pushed her face into the belly of a pillow and screamed. Forget about getting the wrong idea, the boy had outright catalogued all of her features, stoicism be damned. She groaned around her dinner, refusing to acknowledge the tentative reality that her dear friend Todoroki might be a closet pervert. What the girl didn't take into account was the borderline sinful picture she had painted.Appearing at the door, eyes dewy, cheeks red, in an overly large white T-shirt that vaguely outlined the toned dip of her curves and very clearly presented her hardened nipples to the poor two toned teenager, the boy hadn't stood a chance. Her own sex appeal was even more lost on the girl than it usually was as her male self. With a haggard sigh the green, teen, anxiety bean popped the empty tupperware closed and began to gather her bathing supplies. She’d have to deal with clearing up Todoroki’s misunderstanding later, if she didn’t make it to the shower in the next hour, she’d have to sleep in her own filth. Which would be one hell of a gross cherry on the top of today’s shit show sundae. Clothes and toiletries in hand the girl made sure to grab a towel and her slippers, tucking them into her trademark yellow backpack and headed for the window. She wasn’t going to chance running into anyone on her way down, instead she shimmied her bottom half out of the window and charged a low percentage of one for all throughout her body as she descended. She hit the ground with a soft thud and bent low, taking a cursory sweep of the area just at the side of the dorms. The coast was clear. She let the breath she’d been holding out and headed back into the common area of the dorms through the side door. She clicked the door back into place softly, clocking the muffled sound of a movie playing in the distance. She slid the slippers from her feet and padded silently behind the living room area recognizing the slumped form of Yaoyorozu and Jirou huddled together in a blanket snoring softly. Her heart swelled at the sight, she’d been aware that as the year had passed everyone had grown much closer, but still witnessing such soft moments pricked something sweet in her chest. She moved on silently praying once more in silence as she crept down the darkened hallway past the gym and the sparring rooms, where finally she was moments from a haven for her exhausted mind and body. She reached the door to the shower rooms with no incident and with a heaving relief she slid the door open softly to find it barren. To assure herself, she bent a at the waist to check the showering stalls for feet. Finding no one present she raised a fist in victory and hurried to the farthest stall to the left. She undressed hurriedly, eager to scrub the dirt and dried blood from her body until she realized with a deep blush, her, ehem, predicament once more. She’d changed clothes sure, but she’d yet to really, uh check herself out. The heat in her face flared at the thought. Oh, no it looked like she was also a closet pervert. To distract herself she turned the knob to the shower and let steam fill the stall and ease a bit of her juvenile nervousness. She had nothing to be embarrassed about, it was her body after all. She uncapped her shampoo and lathered the minty substance in her hair letting out a small pleased moan at the tingly sensation that bloomed at the scalp. She finished her hair with a conditioner and let it sit as she moved to washing her body. She then became very aware of the sensitivities of her new female form. She slid her body wash into her hands rubbing them together to build milky suds against her scarred fingers and sliding the slickness directly onto her skin. Which was fine, relaxing even until she brushed her sudsed up hands against the pert point of her nipple and a strangled sound erupted from her throat. She slapped a soapy hand to her mouth in shock and spat the astringent taste onto the floor of the stall. Her face burned with heat. What the hell was that? She looked around her empty stall like someone might conveniently pop into existence and explain the finer trivia of the female anatomical persuasion. However that expectation proved fruitless after a moment under the strong spray of hot water. She bit down on her sudden imbalance and returned to washing herself clean, but again her fingers slid overtop of the overly sensitive nubs and a shiver rolled down her spine that bloomed deliciously in her tummy. A crossroads of sorts had materialized in her. To take the newly discovered route or not, she paused under the spray only a moment. She did it again. A small whine echoing through the empty shower room. And again. Her breathing picked up pace. Blonde, spiky hair and large hands smooth from nitroglycerin flashed across her mind. She considered in her steadily hazing mind whether or not her face would burst into flames. A tight feeling coiled in her belly and she found herself clenching her thighs together as she rolled the sensitive flesh of her now swollen areolas in between her clumsy fingers. Midoriya Izuku, gender aside was a thinker at heart so she writhed under the query of why and how touching her chest could feel this good. If just touching her nipples was enough to temporarily decommission her normally unpausable internal monologue what would touching down there be li-
SLAM
The door to the shower room rattled in its frame as a distinct and unmistakable grumbling filled the moist air. Overtop of the sound of the shower running Midoriya felt her blood freeze in her veins, thoroughly drenching the flame in her stomach. The water pelting her still soapy body felt ice cold, and her nipples ached from the overstimulation, hardened now from fear. “Fucking dickhead half n half. What the fuck does he means he understands me better now?” She could hear the rumble of Kacchan’s voice accompanied by the sound of him shucking off his clothes. Her face couldn’t possibly get any redder, she felt faint with the amount of blood rushing to her head. What had she been thinking? Honestly, she deserved this hellish punishment. Masturbating in this situation, in their dorm shower stalls?! Had losing her penis driven her insane? Was her lizard brain just default hijacking this experience? She cursed at herself as the grumbling beyond her curtain went on. She stayed still under the warm spray, turning just slightly to let the water rinse the suds from her back. “The fuck does that bastard understand?” Bakugo hissed to himself, stripping his boxers off and grabbing his towel and soap bar. He chose the middle stall seeing as some fuck nut was occupying the end. Who the fuck was up this late showering anyway, his only excuse being that as he was waiting to ambush the goddamn nerd in the commons he had instead been ambushed by the idiot brigade about murphy’s law of all things. What was there to misunderstand. Shit happens. That’s the fucking gist of it. He turned on the shower and rubbed the bar against his chest to build a quick lather. What the fuck was the nerds problem today anyway? First he’d been sick and then from some insane reason his voice had altered pitch and he appeared to have shrunk. The blonde huffed as he lathered his hair. Jesus, he was gonna kick stupid Deku’s ass if he got caught in some fucking altercation with yet another villain. The idiot couldn’t stay out of trouble for one fucking afternoon, and now he was sprinting off and throwing doors and shit. Fucking Deku. He was gonna pay for that, fucking french maple was heavy as a bitch. Said Deku was scrubbing furiously at her scalp as quietly as possible, hurriedly attempting to rinse the conditioner from her head. She was in the clear she just had to wash off quickly, snag her clothes and bolt for the door, dignity be damned if she was caught here, God knows what Kacchan would do, nevermind forcing an explanation. The last bit of the aromatic conditioner was sliding down the drain below her and she hurriedly cut the water off wrapping herself in her towel and snapping the curtain aside quickly. She was comforted by the sound of the still running water as she rushed across the slick tiles to her backpack tucked away in a locker near the door. Only she didn’t make it. Because a very familiar hand was wrapped around her wrist stilling her retreat for the second time that day. “Deku!” Bakugo’s grip was vicious as he tugged the other boy to face him in the clouded haze of the room. He’d smelled that fucking girly ass conditioner a moment before and knew the bastard was the only one that scented his goddamn hair with lavender. So he’d let the shower keep running fully aware the little shit would try to bolt again. Whatever the nerd was hiding, he’d better be ready to fucking explain all the sketchy behavior. Bakugo wanted some fucking answers. The green haired girl squeaked in abject horror, this was by far the worst case scenario, there was no way out of this. The blonde boys grip was merciless and beginning to twist so she’d be forced to face him. She rushed to think of a good plan of action. In a moment of desperation Midoriya attempted to channel one for all to break her arm free, but she was frazzled and Bakugo saw the hesitation and struck, like a fucking cobra. The pink, radiating glow began and in a minute consideration of yeah, fuck that, the blonde jerked the girls arm towards him pulling her naked, wet form against his equally as naked chest with the intent to restrain her from escaping. Only, the blonde was under the impression he was pulling Deku, the fucking scrub, childhood nerd ass friend towards him so he could headlock the fucker and finally get some shitty answers. But.
But.
What the blonde received instead was the slight, naked form of his childhood friend, turned girl. Cute girl. Colliding into his solid chest with a scared, strangled squeak her towel, unraveling from the unexpected momentum and pooled at her dainty little ankles. Bakugo registered the soft shaking of her exposed shoulders and the firm press of two soft points against his own chest. Who the fuck was breathing so goddamn heavy? The blonde wondered, before realizing with a ferocious indignance that it was him. The room was silent. Blood was rushing in all sorts of places and then Bakugo spoke. “ What the fuck?” He whispered softly as he looked down. The steam had dispersed from the room due to the cooling water and now the nude form of his childhood friend turned rival was very, very visible. A vibrant blush stained the tops of her cheeks rushing all the way to her ears and sliding down her neck, touching just the tops of her breasts. The blonde swallowed and then the girl began to struggle. “ Kacchan , let me go!” She demanded a fiery desperation igniting within her. She attempted to twist from his grip, but he held steady eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of her. She felt that familiar twist of something heady and tantalizing fill the bottom of her belly again and she wanted to scream. What the hell was wrong with her? “How?” Was the only word the boys voice carried roughly. She hunched over herself, still within his grasp and covered her chest with her arms. “I-I. Does it matter?” She strained, tears pricking the corners of her green eyes from the frustration of being caught like a bird in a cage. Silence reigned again as the blonde studied her with some strange mixture of confusion and something else she didn’t want to ruminate on too long. Sure she could break free, but she’d still have to dress and she doubted the boy would let her do that in peace without first having his questions satisfied. So she explained in a rushed whisper barely audible above the still running shower. He loosened his grip on her arm but still did not relinquish his hold. “Kacchan.” She began to complain. “Why’d you hide it from me? Why’d you spend all day dodging me?" He murmured lowly and the tone was strange. Frightening. It raised bumps on her now dry skin. “I didn’t want anyone to know, Kacchan. Please, just lemme go. It’s cold; I wanna put my shirt on.” She tried. His hand tightened again and she was pulled flush against him, something dangerous sparking in his vermillion eyes. “Bullshit, Deku.” He said simply, a wicked grin curving his mouth. His other hand slid, feather light down her side, the backs of his knuckles sliding over her ribs, molten irises watching goosebumps bloom in the wake of his touch. She breathed shakily, her brain beginning to overheat from the turn of events. Heart picking up tempo like a drum solo in a metal break down. What the fuck indeed. “K-Kacchan what are you doing?” She whispered, her voice cracking in the middle dizzily. His hand was tracing lazy patterns against her side, dipping farther down and ghosting over the dip of her hips and she shuddered visibly biting down on some sound that mixed her panic and confusion with her over sensitive state. “You talked to shitty half and half.” He stated out of nowhere. His patterning hand pausing against the curve of her waist to slide behind her. He rested his hand in the dip of her back. Her head swam and she made a confused noise. “You talked to stupid icyhot just fine, but you fucking ran from me like I was going to eat you alive .” He said leaning into her, whispering the last bit against her ear. She choked on her words as she rushed to explain. “It’s because you were chasing me!” She once more attempted to rattle her wrist from his grip, but this time far weaker in her attempt. Dazed with whatever the hell was filling the room in place of the steam from before. She felt intoxicated on it. Where was Kacchan going with all this? The blonde boy simply hummed at her assertion, rubbing softly at the dip of her lower back as he pressed her closer to his chest. “Deku?” He sighed into her ear and she shivered, the sensation of his breath ghosting over her skin sending an electric tingle bolting down her limbs. She pushed back a bit, desperate to place space between them feeling distinctly like she wasn’t going to like whatever he said next. “You like me, don’t you?” The girl froze. A quiet mantra of ‘ No, no, no, no, no’ building in her head until it felt full and overwhelming and hot and she realized that any moment her face really would burst into flames. Tears welled in her eyes, bubbling at the thick lashes that framed large glossy emerald irises. She didn’t want to look at him. He was going to think it was gross. They had finally became friends again, Izuku had finally made peace with burying her little crush on the boy and now he was going to hate her as soon as she was a him again. Her shoulders shook as she began to sniff quietly, her only answer to his question. He hummed softly, and then gentle fingers slid underneath her eyes, catching the tears as they departed her lashes. She looked up and she understood immediately she’d made a grave miscalculation. He was grinning wide and sated as if having just won an arduous battle, his red irises gleamed with that same smouldering something that made her tummy do somersaults. “Stupid, Deku.” He said softly and she had stopped crying, his grip finally coming undone and his hands sliding down her naked form to find purchase on her hips. He pulled her forward and their noses touched, his mouth suddenly serious, eyes burning unspoken nuances into hers that she really didn’t need to hear aloud. She wanted to though. She looked away, he nosed softly at the crook of her neck, his warm breath drawing a needy soft sound out of her. Midoriya held her ground petulantly, low key furious at being outed in such a way. Bakugo abated this anger with soft nudges to the dip of her collar bone. She fought at not melting, she fought at giving in to this god damn insanity. He huffed at her attitude and straightened. “Look, shitty Deku. I chased for the same reason you fucking ran.” He state simply and before she could fully comprehend that statement he was lifting her and slinging her smaller form over his shoulder, making his way towards the baths. Midoriya kicked and yelled to be placed down insistent on it being embarrassing despite no one being around to witness. Bakugo ignored this and carried the petite(r) version of his childhood friend to the baths. His skin having chilled just the same as her he entered slowly, lowering the girl into his lap as he sat. Her blush if possible increased a fraction and he chuckled. “C’mon dork we should make the most of it. Who knows when we’ll get a chance like this again.” He grinned darkly at her, hand slipping to tangle in the curls at the base of her neck as his head inclined towards hers. She seemed to short circuit the moment their lips touched. Jolting just slightly and then relaxing against him after a moment with a soft sigh. Bakugo took the small opening of her lips as an invitation and his tongue slid tentatively against the seam of her mouth. Midoriya’s mouth parted again in shock and Bakugo slanted his mouth over hers deepening the kiss. The venture was sloppy and full of teeth and It was getting hard to breathe, but Midoriya was thoroughly caught in the sensation of the taller boys tongue sliding explicitly against her own. It felt like he was really trying to eat her. Her head buzzed with the lack of oxygen and Bakugo pulled back just slightly, she fixated on the string of saliva that connected their mouths wetly and how his face was flushed much the same as hers. She stared at how her best friend was so heart stoppingly beautiful up close, how his platinum lashes were long and fluttered along his cheek as he bent back into her to steal the air from her lungs again. That tight molten heat began to fill her belly and her hands sunk into the damp ashen spikes to tug him closer, her tongue flicking and gliding along his because she was Midoriya Izuku despite lacking a penis and Midoriya Izuku was nothing if not a quick study. Teeth clicked and tongues danced and soft sounds of keen and curious pleasure filled the bath house. Midoriya’s hands slid from tugging on the blonde strands to stroke at the boys chest, to trace the broad musculature of his shoulders and dip lower towards his abs. The green haired girl traced every hard line of the blonde’s abdomen and felt the tensing muscle below her exploring fingers. Feeling emboldened she teased softly against the V cut of his stomach, dipping just slightly lower for a moment to brush against soft blonde tufts. Bakugo nipped at her lower lip in retaliation and lapped at the small bubble of blood in apology, Midoriya moaned into the others mouth and Bakugo’s brows shot upwards. He grinned into the kiss and bit down on her bottom lip, dragging it with him as he reclined against the edge of the bath. The trembling green bean in his lap made a soft little whine that practically set fire to his fucking veins. He slid his hands lower from her waist to slide over wide hips and grip at her firm, pert ass. Bakugo imagined the thicker corded muscles of Midoriya’s thighs as a male gripping around his own and groaned at the image. Thoroughly enamored by the idea. However, the strong thickness of her thighs now clamped over his lap, was nothing to fucking whine about. He gave an appreciative squeeze to the girls plump ass, kneading the muscle in his hands as his mouth dipped to drink from hers again. She sighed breathily against him and his thumb pressed into a divot on her hip that had her rolling them forward, slipping fully onto him. The greenette threw her head back. The wetness of her sex even underwater was unmistakable and his painfully hard dick twitched at the delicious friction of the two. “Fuck, Deku.” He breathed against her, sliding his cock against her steadily, his hands guiding her by that fucking, perfect ass to ride him. Sweet breathy sounds and mewls were muffled in his neck as she kissed frantically at his skin, fingers biting crescent moons into his shoulders as they moved. “Kacchan. Ah, K-Kacchan wait!” He was breathing heavily and thoroughly strung out on the sound of Midoriya whining as she grinded on his dick, but Bakugo gave pause. The girls small hands soothed over his abused shoulders and down his front until they hit the water and dove, sliding tentatively over his pulsing length. “Kacchan I-I wanna taste…” She kissed him deeply, tongue fucking into his mouth like she had been frenching their entire fucking class behind his back. “You.” She finished, a smouldering look that promised that whatever that mouth did do, it was strictly meant for him. Bakugo for once had no come back and simply nodded jerkily, his head hot with the simple suggestion of the girls lips wrapped around his cock. His dick twitched at that and Bakugo took a deep breath to try and calm himself the fuck down as he slid up out of the water to sit at the edge of the bath before the greenette kneeling in the water. “I-Ive never, I mean I don't have any uh, I might not be-” The blonde cut off her suddenly nervous rambling with a soft hand carding through her damp curls. “Shut up already dork, as if I didn't know you were a total virgin.” The boy chuckled softly at the brilliant pink flush and indignant furrow of her brows. The way her plump lower lip jutted out in a pout, still cherry red from his abuse. “You could be a bit nicer, when I'm… y-you kno-” “Gonna blow me?” He cut her grumbling off snidely as she scooted forward and her gaze shot back up to his, a soft ember of something challenging glowing in those green eyes. “Coulda fooled me, I thought you were just gonna keep fucking yapp-” Bakugo Katsuki’s wind was knocked fully out of him, almost pitching forward at the sudden and absolutely filthy sensation of the girls throat vibrating around him. He choked on his fucking words as the girl slammed his thick, painfully hard length into the back of her throat. Bakugo Katsuki was for once in his life, very, very afraid. To move or look guaranteed loss in this situation for he was convinced the sight or slight shift would send him careening off the edge of this pleasure coaster that had just taken a steep fucking drop. “Hmmfph nuum hffo hhff ah wuuu.” She hummed vindictively around his pulsing cock and unwittingly the blonde looked down. The sight was overwhelming, her tongue undulated lazily around the base of his shaft, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. Her face a scandalous shade of red, green eyes almost black from dilated pupils and hooded in her erotic delight. She grinned around him when his breath began to shudder, thick black lashes settling against her cheeks as she swallowed around him. He felt his balls tighten, the coil of pleasure building at the back of his eyelids, white, hot and unbearable as she swivelled her head on her way up his cock. The sound was beyond obscene as she sucked until her cheeks hollowed around him, releasing his head with an audible pop. The sound of which was accompanied by Bakugo's shaky and poorly suppressed “ah”. Midoriya, the little demon, smirked from between his legs and her lids lowered once more as she slid his hands off of their tight grip on his knees and into her soft curls. Bakugo stared down at her, swallowing the knot in his throat, fingers twitching against her scalp. She just stared up at him with those soft green eyes and nodded, moving one of his palms to her mouth so she could kiss the center before sliding it back into place. Bakugo took a deep breath at that deeply intimate gesture and reaffirmed to himself that this wasn't another one of his filthy teenage fantasies and Midoriya Izuku, fucking Deku, actually wanted him to fuck his face.Bakugo bit his lip to restrain himself slightly, though he wanted desperately to give in to his baser instincts and wreck the girl below him. He also wanted this to last. The blonde wanted to sear the image of the green haired beauty, on her knees lapping softly at the head of his dick, into his mind. Leave the after image there for enjoyment on a rainy day… really, on any day. He carded gently through her hair, sliding his fingers against the tops of her ears as he tipped her head upward. She shivered. “You like that?” His voice was gravel, rocky lust that jutted out against his normally gruff timbre. Midoriya shuddered, feeling the heat in her tummy intensify, feeling the wetness of her sex gush from between her legs and mingle in the heat of the bath. She had always been truthfully, enamored with the blonde but the dangerous glint in his eyes and the Cheshire curve of his lips made her heart stutter. She wanted him, wanted her Kacchan, bad. Wanted him to use her, to do all the dirty things she'd imagined as a hormonal teenage boy, and then there was this new softness. She wanted more than that, she wanted him to hold her. Tears pricked at her eyes, Midoriya wasn't sure why. It was overwhelming, but a soft whimper escaped her and she leaned into the grip pulling her head backwards slightly. “Kacchan, please. Fuck my mouth.” It was softly spoken, but the way it slipped from her doubled down the red blooming across her chest. The heartbeat in the blonde became erratic and he shot up into a standing position as he groaned, his tongue lathing at his lower lip. “ Fuck, Izuku.” She hadn't heard her name from those lips in years, but she had no time to bask in the utterance as Bakugo's hips snapped forward. Her throat clenched and she gagged around the sudden force, but hummed softly to relax herself, releasing her will to the hands that moved her back and forth along the blonde’s pulsing length. Bakugo was so far down her throat her nose brushed softly against the patch of blonde hair at his pelvis. She moaned around him, nuzzling into that patch and running her tongue along the underside of his cock so good. She was such a good girl, being such a good fuck toy for him. He told her as much and those bright green eyes fixed on him, tears sliding from the corners as they curved into happy little crescents her brows bunching and a purr vibrating along the head of his dick. He could barely contain himself, her throat was so wet and tight and hot and he was panting above her. Bakugo's pace becoming brutal as his hands fisted in her hair and held her in place as he bucked wildly into her mouth. He pressed deeply into her throat feeling it spasm around him and pulled all the way out relishing in the thoroughly wrecked appearance as a mixture of saliva and precum drenched the poor green haired girls lips. And then he did it again. And again.The squleching sounds of his enjoyment creating a cacophony of indecency and years long sexual oppression. If he'd known it'd be this good, this fucking hot, Bakugo would've been fucking Deku’s face years before. Watching the boy choke willingly on his cock in the privacy of their middle school locker room, behind the bleachers during P. E. or in aunty Inko’s house. The door just slightly ajar as he hushed the other boy while riding his face at the same brutal pace. “Izuku, Izuku- fuck! So good!- Oh, fuck you’re Ah, such a good girl, for me.” Midoriya incensed by the praise, sucked hard locking around his length as he thrust in and out of her waiting mouth. The blonde faintly registered this reaction and clocked it for later, the nerd having a praise kink was something he would definitely enjoy.Bakugo’s brows pinched at that last consideration, the knots in his stomach exploding as his hips jack hammered into the girls mouth, eyes clenched shut as he moaned loudly. Thick ropes of cum shooting down the girls throat as she swallowed around him and the tight clench of her esophagus milked him for every bit of dirty fantasm the blonde had ever had for the greenette. His fingers were tight at her scalp as he rode out his orgasm and she lapped lazily at the underside of his still half hard dick to ease him down from the intense euphoria. The blonde loosened his grip, shaky legs stabilizing after a moment and he fully released her. He watched entranced at the sight of his gender bent childhood fixation. He watched her slide slowly off of his length, tongue curling around him as she bobbed once, twice and with another toe curling, audible pop leaned back onto her heels. Her face completely flushed and the corner of her mouth smeared with a glistening mixture of spit and cum. He was completely hard again, moments later. His control could go fuck itself he thought as he snatched the pretty green thing up. He sat back down at the edge of the bath and arranged her on his lap fully, leaning backwards so her hair fanned out in the water below her. She squawked confusedly at the abrupt rearrangement. “K-kachann what are yo- AH!” Her voice pitched into this high delicious little whine as his tongue licked a stripe between the folds of her drenched sex. Bakugo thought she tasted like fucking honey and he pressed his face into her messily and sucked at the swollen bud of her clit. She shook in his arms, her hands slapping over her mouth as a loud scream bubbled from her throat. He tore the hands away growling. “Don’t, you fucking dare Deku. Scream for me. I want you making all those pretty sounds with that dirty fucking mouth of yours.” A loud wail rang through the baths as Bakugo dove back between her legs, tongue rubbing furiously at the sensitive folds of her pussy. He ate her out with gusto, angling his head and pushing his tongue stiffly against her entrance. Her back bowed suddenly. Bakugo admired the delicious arc of her torso as he pressed his tongue inside of her and wiggled the appendage against the tight walls of her cunt. She was babbling “ Kacchan” over and over again. The stupid fucking nickname had never sounded so sinful as she panted it, in between long, breathy moans her head tossing back and forth as she tried to hold on. A soft splish then splash echoing through the bath along with the accompaniment of her cries. He moved his lips against her to stimulate her clit again as he tongue fucked her silly. For extra measure Bakugo pressed the pad of his middle finger beneath the ministrations of his tongue and began to work quickly in and out of her watching in a mesmerized daze as she began rutting back against his face. Her hips grinding forward against his jaw and her body vibrating with her approaching orgasm, her cries becoming screams on the verge of sweet, numbing ecstacy. “Kacchan- ah, Ah- stop, it feels weird. Please. I-I can’t.” Her thighs quivered in his grip and her head was dipping farther into the water as her back bowed out hard. Bakugo pressed down firmly, his mouth moving fervently against her, grinding down into her swollen sex. He added another finger and began to curl them upward, feeling another gush of juices rush into his mouth he hummed his satisfaction into her. Her abdomen clenched and she curled up with a violent shudder. “Please, please, please, Kacchan!” She screamed, the sound cresting at the end and bursting over them like fireworks. A pyrotechnic display of erratic hunger, sated and sparkling. Her body shook in his hold and Bakugo kissed her through it. First her pussy, sliding his tongue slowly through her folds. Then kissing the tender twitching insides of her thighs; grazing his lips along the generous curve of her hips. He kissed at her trembling belly and she keened low and long and huffed and babbled his name. Bakugo somewhere tender and unspoken wished her muttering could always sound that soft and nonsensical and downright infected with him. He would never admit that though. Midoriya’s head felt clouded. She knew she was coming down from the Earth shattering experience of climax, and that she was cradled strangely in Bakugo's hold. She registered the soft kisses he pressed against her wherever he could and this bloomed a flush a new. Her skin pinkened as he pulled her up, out of the water and back to his mouth. They kissed and the green haired girl began to feel the pit of confusion coil in her tummy with a vengeance. “Kacchan, w-wait.” His kisses slowed but he only hummed in acknowledgement. “I'm serious Kacchan, hold on a sec!” She pushed his face away and scooted back a bit onto his thighs. His brow wrinkled in confusion, but there was little trace of annoyance and anger was in a rare moment completely absent. “What's wrong?” He asked seriously, a stream of silence trickling between them. “I just don’t… I'm not sure yo- do you really want this?” Midoriya sputtered, her hands waving wildly about herself. She didn't look at the blonde; refused to, but he kept his eyes on her. The blonde watched his dorky childhood friend implode on herself, caught every glisten in those evergreen eyes, every nervous movement of teeth over abused lips and the wrinkle of her nose as she held back tears. The habit reminded him of a bunny rabbit, it was devastatingly endearing. “You know, this isn't how I'm- I don't have- I'm not-” She worked herself up, arms still gesticulating. “I'm a boy!” She defended, her head thrown back, shaking arms covering her face. “I'm a boy, and this is great and all, but I don't just want to touch you Kacchan!” She groused, tears thickening her voice again. The blonde couldn't help it, he chuckled at her anguish. To his defense, he fucking felt bad about it, alright! It was just funny in a really ironic way to see her/him, whatever- freak the fuck out over whether or not he'd wanna stick around to bone the broccoli head when her gender returned to normal. How could Deku not know that he’d been pining, dreaming for the chance to just put down his stupid asshole facade for two seconds and kiss the idiot. How could she not feel all the tamped down desire burning through in the intensity of their movements, how even now when she wanted to place space between them to properly assess the state of their impulsivity, the blonde would only let her stray so far from him. He face went slack at his laughter and then buckled, she began to shut herself off quickly. Afraid, terrified of the same thing he’d spent years cowering before. The possibility of loss, of fragmentation so severe they’d never recover. Bakugo huffed, the idiot was really so quick to work herself into a full blown conniption so in retaliation he squeezed her hips, slid her back into the safety of his lap, just shy of his still swollen member standing frustratedly against his stomach. That cloudy rain soaked forest cleared. “You know, for a nerd you don’t listen very well. Aren’t you supposed to be the observant one, huh?” He murmured against her skin and she began to struggle, upset and sick of being made fun of. He smothered her attempted with warm arms that snaked around her and swathed her in the safety of his hold. He wasn’t letting go of the damn idiot, not now, he could change his mind all he wanted the green bastard was doomed so far as Bakugo was convinced. “Shut up for a second yeah? Jesus, Deku, stop struggling for a fucking second. I’m trying to say something!” She stilled at this and leaned backward to point those soaked emeralds at him. He sighed, and ran a nervous fucking hand through his damn hair, because shit he wasn’t good with words but the shithead needed reassurance. She needed to know, even if the explosive blonde would rather pull his incisors out barehanded, he supposed it was now or never. If he was defeated by his own incapability to be honest here, it would be far more that his pride on the line. “You think I don’t know you’re a boy Deku, we grew up together you fuck nugget. Of course I’m aware.” Bakugo grumbled. “You know, I’m not fucking good at this.” The blonde huffed and gestured between them. “But I wouldn’t lay a fucking hand on someone I didn’t- I mean It isn’t like this is just some random fucking hormonal- Jesus, is that how you fucking think I am- I obviously-” A soft, small finger pressed against his still parted mouth and he slowly closed his jaw. “You’re rambling Kacchan.” Midoriya stated bemusedly a curious look on her face. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as if they were backlit and she was smiling widely, and Christ, Bakugo must’ve had it bad because the girl was practically glowing. His mouth was dry around all of the stupid words caught in his throat and she just smiled in his lap and twirled the baby hairs at the back of his neck around her finger. “Fuck you, nerd.” The blonde practically wheezed, he couldn’t honestly tell if he was breathing properly he’d never been this nervous, this filled with trepidation before. Was this how Deku always felt? Shit, no wonder the nerd stuttered. “Deku I- I mean, Izuku I wouldn’t just do this, I wouldn’t touch you like this.” His hands shook as he slid them up the side of her neck to cup her cheek. She leaned into the warmth of his hand and he felt tears slide into his palm. His breath shuddered. “I didn’t know how to not be a shitface about it and I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it.” The blonde admitted, his gaze lowering to a droplet of water meandering at her collarbone. “Sure, you wouldn’t have been mean about it, you couldn’t be mean if your fucking life depended on it.” The blonde gave a tired little laugh. “Kacchan.” She whined. “But, what if you were uncomfortable?” He wheezed around something tight in his throat. The fingers at the back of his neck feathered through his hair gently. “What if you needed space because you knew I’d need space and then we couldn’t be together.” He was staring rigidly at that droplet, trying to evaporate it with the heat of his gaze. “What if my stupid impulsive selfishness ruined both of our dreams, because how could we be the best when we couldn’t even stand to be together?” A little crack creeped into the blonde’s tone and he swallowed around the emotion. The fingers at his neck had gone still. The green haired girl was silent. “What if you didn’t feel the same?” A small soft sound was the only warning before those fingers pulled him against eager lips. Small, angry almost, sounds bubbled from the girls throat and she pressed against him hard. Kissed him until he could see stars behind the blackness of his eyelids. Bursts of supernovae dotting his closed vision. Explosions of stars and all that mushy bullshit as she breathed stability into his collapsing lungs. He didn’t know if he was crying the tears between them or she, but he couldn’t give a single fuck about it not with her tongue sliding against his, soft and wet and warm. She broke from his lips and smiled so softly and contentedly the blonde felt something stutter inside his chest, couldn’t be his heart though, because that would’ve killed him. “Kacchan, I love you.” His chest did the thing again and Bakugo wondered for real if he was fucking dying. Small crooked hands cradled his face and pulled him back into soft sweet kisses and sighing repetitions of “I love you” she breathed against his skin. “You know this is actually kind of really fucking weird.” He stated dazedly as the green haired girl kissed along his jaw. She hummed curiously against his throat. “I always imagined screwing a dude and now suddenly I’m hard as fuck for a chick.” The girl faltered and laughed against his throat. The sound was bright and relaxed and beautiful, and she slapped his shoulder through her giggled and froze because she’d never seen Kacchan smile like that. His red eyes crinkled ever so slightly and a wide grin curving his mouth. “I love you stupid.” He nuzzled into the side of her frozen face and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her again. Slowly, deeply he took the girl apart bit by bit. His hands sliding around her to pull her flush against him. He gripped the curls at the base of her neck and she sucked in a sharp “oh” as he dove deeper into that sweet mouth. He kissed her hard, pressing to her, intent on leaving those reddened lips darkened for days. Maybe permanently if he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He moved searing kissed to the beautiful curve of her neck, aiming at the clusters of faint, gold freckles. She rolled her hips deliberately slow against the thickness of his arousal. Bakugo hissed and gripped at the softness of her thighs, those green gems seated on a landscape of star kissed skin were hooded. Heavy with the tangible heat that sank into the both of them as they moved together, slow and steady. Panting filled the bath, as their hands moved more frantically finding purchase on heaving chests and arching backs and muscles coiling tightly and relaxing in an undulating rhythm as they rocked together chasing the blinding end. “I want to- fuck Izu I wanna-” The blonde clamored against feverish skin, sucking a kiss mark onto the girls shoulder as she ground eagerly down on his aching cock. “Yes, please Kacchan.” The girl yelped as he bucked up into her rhythm, her eyes squeezed shut as she leaned back in his arms, holding onto his shoulders with shaking arms. Pretty verdant eyes swelled with hot tears of frustration and Bakugo growled, sliding her backwards a little as he lined his tip up to her slick entrance. He fisted his cock in a hand and teasingly rubbed circles around the wetness of her folds, tapping the dripping head of his cock against the clenching hole. She keened, high and loud and pulled impatiently at his shoulders, He grinned. “Tell me what you want Izuku.” He purred and her face darkened a shade, groaning pathetically that he was being mean. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” The low rumble of his voice was muffled against the skin of her wrist as he planted a chaste kiss there his smoldering gaze never leaving hers. Midoriya swallowed her embarrassment and pressed against the slick head of his dick. “I want you Kacchan.” She offered softly and he smiled that relaxed even smile again and she wanted to scream because that’s all he did. He tilted his head in a teasing manner, waiting. “Please, Kacchan.” She fell forward into the crook of his neck overwhelmed by the fire pooling in her belly and the sweet scent of arousal that curled around them like smoke. “ I want you to take me. Uhn.” She lurched forward her sex pressing wetly against him as she bucked her hips against him. “I want you to make me yours, mark me up, mess me up so bad I can’t think of anything but you.” Her face was a brilliant shade of red and her glassy green eyes were peering down into the blondes from up on high, riding her excitement like a gladiator driving a chariot into battle. The blonde sucked in a breath. “Make me scream, Katsuki.” She breathed into his mouth. “ Fuck!” The blonde hissed, angled his hips and slammed into her. Green hair shimmered in the warmth of the overhead light as it curved in a tousled arc about the girl’s head, and a broken wail squeezed through her vibrating throat. Bakugo thought the sound was probably what heaven sounded like. He gripped her hips bruisingly, and the girl shuddered around him, her tight velvet heat shivering around his painfully hard length. “You’re so. Fucking. Wet.” He punctuated the words with shallow slow thrusts that forced half formed sobs from those pretty, red lips. The blonde let his hands slide slowly all over the pretty greenette nestled firmly on his cock. Cupping firmly at modest breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of his hands, he rolled her sensitive nipples in between his knuckles, kissing feather light at her neck, collarbone, against her sternum. She breathed heavily and attempted to hush her cries, but he delighted in batting her hands away from her mouth, holding them against his chest and kissing her softly through her cries. “Kacchan, K-Kacchan.” She hiccupped around the sensory overload. Her world spinning dizzily, everytime the boy below her so much as shifted a full, burning feeling shooting up from her center and throbbing sweetly between her thighs. Her chest felt tight, her tummy full and warm and everything was so, so, so unbearably hot. She needed something, anything, but didn’t know what. She was panting; thoroughly destroyed by the attentiveness of the blonde, by his soft crooning, and gentle hands sliding along her so tentatively she was almost sure he was seeking some hidden damn treasure, by the way he gazed at her affections laid bare. A tell tale light that shimmered in his garnet irises like the spark on the other end of a TNT stick, clear and unhindered by any of their normal affectations. Not her nervousness or his given hot headedness. None were present as he touched her, cupping the apex of her passions in his hands devotedly, like a sinner accepting blessed drink. “Move.” She supplicated brokenly. Let her be the cure to his disjointed harmonies, this space between them felt overpowering, religious even. Bakugo answered in kind, one arm braced across the lithe form of the greenette gripping at the side of his hip the other secured behind her neck his large hands holding her steady as he began to pump in and out of her. The sounds of sex, wet and feverish with passion pushed babbling whines from Midoriya’s throat. Bakugo was convinced for a moment as her walls fluttered around him, his stomach tightening, dangerously close, that he had slipped and smacked his head in the shower earlier. Convinced for a few seconds, that truly he must be fucking dead and God must’ve given him a pass, because for all his salacious thoughts of the green haired beauty he’d never imagined something so captivating. The blonde boy was positive he must be making a stupid face while he watched enraptured as the green haired girl came apart on top of him. She leaned back for leverage along his thighs and rolled her hips rhythmically, short tiny gasps escaping barely parted lips, black lashes fluttering against her cheek. He stared hard enough at the girl working herself up and down on his cock he could discern that her lashes actually were a deep dark viridian green that sparkled under the weight of tears and light. She bit at her lip and his hips stuttered up into her. She gazed down into the entranced stare that Bakugo fixed on her face, a hazy expression of awe washed over his features and a tint of peek along his cheekbones and the tops of his ears. She loved him, God, she loved this intelligent, beautiful fucking explosion of a human being. She loved, loved, loved him. The thought pervaded her as he slammed upward into her, an open mouthed kiss connecting them sloppily. “H-hah. Kacchan. Kacchan. Kacchan.” She bit the mantra into his shoulder, sucked it into pretty bruises along his neck as he pounded into her. He responded with a tightened hold, turning them around and moving her to lay against the stairs of the bath. He braced himself against the edge of the bath and hooked her legs around his hips. She crossed her ankles and pushed back against him frantically, he bucked wildly into her smashing their mouths together as she began to cry in earnest. She was close, she could feel that telltale tightening in her belly the threat of overflow, real and conscious and burning between her legs. Kacchan was driving her to the very precipice of her gratification and he didn’t let up in the least, even as her shaking legs fell away from the rapid pistoning motion of his hips, unable to anchor her to the brutal drive of his cock into her. She cried out, his lips breaking away from her as he pushed her legs almost uncomfortably apart and gripped her from the sides of her thighs. “Fuck.” His breathing was heavy and he groaned that one syllable, low and filled with heat as he fucked into her, completely drunk on the blissed out look of her face. Drool pooling just slightly from the corner of her mouth, eyes wet, face red. Saying his name over, and over and over and Oh, fuck. “Ka-Katsuki!” She buckled around him and her body twitched and tensed in an intense paroxysm. His thrusts stuttered and quickened and suddenly slammed him deeply into her as he painted her inside with the evidence of years of unbearable pining. He rocked her slowly through her orgasm, watching her toss her head back and forth and clutch at her head frantically, eyes clenched shut tears sparkling at the corners of her eyes. “ Katsuki, Katsuki.” He kissed her through her soft pleas for him. Midoriya blearily gazed up at the boy braced above her, sweat cooling on their bodies, breathing evening out, he leaned into her. Kissed his intentions, slowly and severely against her mouth and she smiled shakily, her head feeling fuzzy and barely cognizant. “I love you.” She breathed. A soft smile was the last thing she recalled before she lost consciousness. A broccoli headed teen bolted upright in bed, a tell tale sticky sensation coating the inside of his underwear, sweat drying rapidly on his heavily breathing form. Midoriya’s gaze shot about his room, confusedly, finally landing on his blaring alarm. He was still for a moment, before jerking the weight of his comforter off of his lap to confirm that he indeed had his dick back. Or maybe… he deflated. He tapped the top of his alarm and fell back against his mattress. His chest felt tight, his skin felt uncomfortable and too cold. The boy rolled glumly onto his side and wrapped his blanket around himself. “It was a dream.” He tried to even his breath as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He only laid there a moment more, burying the pain of yet another brutalizing fantasy as he dressed slowly. He pulled clothes on, noting that he felt particularly sore. Especially his legs he noted and figured that he’d better take it easy on the extra training today. The trudge to class was quiet and uneventful and he found himself in his empty classroom before he knew it. Dazed the lil green bean sat and stared dazedly out the window of his classroom. It had seemed so real this time. He could still feel the pressure of the other boys lips against his own. He blushed darkly in his seat and pressed his fingers to his mouth. Midoriya was a smart boy, he knew he shouldn’t ruminate, but he thought it okay to for a moment feel sad that it hadn’t been- “Ah, Midoriya. You went back to normal on your own?” Aizawa greeted him monotonously from the doorway as he dragged his eyebagged form into the classroom. The broccoli boy tensed at that. Wait what did that- “Well, you should still go see Recovery girl about it for a follow up. Make sure you pay her a visit at lunch.” “Wait, what?” He broached dumbly. Aizawa sighed as he unzipped his trademark sleeping bag and slid into it deftly, he addressed the green teen from the floor. Midoriya gazed blankly at his teacher’s form, feeling a sudden wash of deja vu roll over him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, problem child.” He shot up from his desk, rushing to the door. If yesterday he really had switched genders then maybe- His thoughts cut as he slammed the door to the classroom open and was met with a yawning blonde. He froze, unsure of what to do or say. Sure he had been on his way to find Kacchan, but he wasn’t ready! He didn’t even know what to say now. “You gonna stand there all day nerd, or can I get by?” The taller boy grumbled and Midoriya hurriedly slid to the side. He watched Bakugo sleepily shuffle to his desk, right in front of his own. Standing there awkwardly for only a moment more, he moved back to his own seat. His head was rapidly cooling and finding the blonde completely unchanged from the day before, the green teen figured that the last part of his day was surely some sort of strange fever dream, induced by stress and his body most likely gradually switching back to his rightful gender. He slumped in his seat gazing at the tuft of ashen spikes and wondering why the blonde was up so early anyway. Green eyes flickered to the window again and found that softly fluffy flakes were beginning to fall. It’s snowing he noted numbly.
Murphy can go fuck himself.
The door slid open again and Todoroki ambled in sleepily setting his things down and then shuffling over to the desk next to Midoriya. The greenette was taken with the fallen snow, so he didn’t readily register the presence of the boy behind him until a warm hand slid over his forehead. Green hair fanned around his features as he turned to the half hot, half cold boy standing to the side of his desk. “Are you alright Midoriya?” He inquired, voice still slightly husky from his sleepy state and numbly the green haired boy nodded. Forcing a smile that crinkled his nose and squeezed the corners of his eyes. Todoroki was still for a moment, eyes flicking towards the desk in front of his before fixing on him again, determinedly and a fraction more awake. “You, sure? You seem a little cold.” He placed his left hand against his friends forehead once more, and brushed the soft green curls from his eyes. Midoriya felt his cheeks warm just slightly from the gentle touch and then he noticed Todoroki’s eyes flick down ever so briefly to his chest. His face bloomed in color. Oh, so that hadn’t been a part of his dream either. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck nervously intent on assuring his friend he was fine, maybe just a little chilly, before the boy did something wholly uncharacteristic. “I can help with that.” Todoroki outright yanked the smaller boy out of his chair, pulling him to his chest as he raised the heat on his left side until it radiated in soft tendrils of steam. Midoriya blush and stuttered cutely, attempting to stammer his way out of the taller boys arms. That is until an iron grip clamped around his wrist and wrenched him from the walking human heater. “Back the fuck off you two bit fucking zuko knock-off!” The blonde out right growled, caging the confused head of broccoli in his arms. Todoroki simply raised a brow, holding two hands up in surrender as the shorter boy turned in his arms. Midoirya starred shocked up at the fuming blonde meaning to question his actions, but unable to as he was pulled from the classroom. “Since when did you meddle?” Came a monotone groan, muffled in the down sleeping bag. “Since Hagakure-san started lending me out her shoujo collection.” Todoroki provided a soft little smirk on his face as he laid his head down on his desk. “Huh, fair I guess.” The two fell asleep watching the snow fall slowly outside the window. “Kacchan! Wait! Wait! Where are we going?” The green haired boy’s heart was doing god damn flips in his chest and his legs just couldn’t keep up at the moment. He began to feel as though he knew exactly why too, if the soft red tips of the blonde’s ears was any indication. Bakugo turned one last corner and pinned the smaller boy against the wall just below the staircase to the year two and three classrooms. “Don’t go letting other people fucking touch you so easily.” He hissed, his eyes weren’t visible to Midoriya from the tilt of his head. “What?” “Oh, for fucks sake nerd!” The blonde yelled, glaring at the smaller boy who seemed genuinely lost. He tipped the nerds mouth up and let the simmering anger in his belly diminish in favor of another heat. Ruby red irises burned into widened emerald and Bakugo leaned into the space between them brushing their lips softly. Midoriya couldn’t fucking help it, his legs buckled. He sat confused on the ground in front of the blonde, who huffed and dropped into a squat right in front of his dazed form. “We’re dating you fuck nugget, so don’t go letting idiots put their damn hands on you.” Midoriya Izuku passed out, his boyfriend exasperatedly catching the faint fucker with a hiss. One pervading thought ringing through the smiling face of the unconscious boy.
Thanks Murphy.