It would be a lie for Uraraka to say that she'd never thought about what it would be like to be a boy.

It's not exactly something she's put hours into, obviously, but fleeting moments of "huh, having a dick would be weird" probably spiked when Beyonce's song about it came out.

Before then and since then it hasn't been a pressing thought in her brain until she rubs her eyes after being whacked with a pretty buffeting shockwave from a villain whose quirk only just decided to show up. Her bones ache, her head throbs and she's sprawled out in the dirt.

It's safe to say that she's not best pleased. Around her she hears the groans of a couple of the others and then the shrieking cackles of the two villains they'd been fighting.

She wants to get up, wants to jump back into action, but her body and brain are so heavy that she's

actually kind of stuck. It's beyond frustrating because simply laying in the street is /not/ acceptable for a hero to do. There's a screech, then another, and a loud smash followed by the crumbling of rock. With an eyelid that feels like a dead weight, she peels one eye open to

see Deku and Iida yanking the villains out of a crater in the wall most definitely caused by Deku. They're being detained by them as Uraraka flops onto her back, staring at the sky. Her entire body feels /so/ off that it makes her feel sicker than her own quirk does.
"Ngggh."

Somewhere near her, Kirishima sounds like he's also not feeling all that swell. Which is weird, because Kirishima's quirk would have kept him standing through that blast.

What the hell kind of a quirk does that villain have? she thinks, eyebrows furrowing.

"So not manly," Mina groans from nearby. Uraraka huffs a laugh, but she's immediately concerned when the noise she makes is ten times deeper and gruffer than usual.

Her hand comes up to rub at her face because she needs to sort herself out right /now/ but then she sees a glove.

It's not hers.

She doesn't wear gloves, at least not to do hero work. It's green and orange. Like Bakugou's.

God, her body is /so/ messed up.

"Get up," she hisses at him, wanting him to stop waving his hand near her face. But her lack of connection between her hand and

brain suddenly becomes the furthest problem when her voice sounds like /that/.

It's so, so deep. It's not /her/ voice.

She tries to bring her hand up again, realising that it's not Bakugou but that she's wearing his glove. Her other hand hovers above her face, also gloved.

Something not-very-nice dances at the forefront of her mind, causing her to purse her lips and pray to whoever might be listening above that what she's thinking hasn't come to pass. That the villain's quirk wasn't that, no, it was just a nasty gust of wind that...wiped out...

...a couple of third year heroes.
"HOLY SHIT," yells Kirishima. "H--OLY SHIT, WHAT IS THIS?!"

Gritting her teeth, Uraraka shifts her head to see Kirishima sitting up, rubbing at his throat and staring wide-eyed down at himself.
"Kirishima?" Uraraka dares to ask. But he doesnt

look up at her.
"Woah," Mina mutters. Uraraka locates her and has never seen her black eyes wider than they are as she stares at Kirishima who is descending deeper and deeper into a full-blown, uncharacteristically manic freakout. "Woah."
Mina then proceeds to throw both hands

up to her face. Uraraka watches as she explores her cheeks, hair and horns. The more she explores, the higher her eyebrows go. In any other circumstance, this would be comical. Mina gasps, prodding the points of her horns with her index fingers. Then she pauses. A visible thought

passes over her face. Suddenly, her hands clamp over her breasts. Well, they try to. At first, she just kind of smacks them with open palms, then curls her fingers to cup them. Her jaw is hanging open when she looks up at Kirishima again, who is silent now and is staring right

back at Mina.
"You!" he shouts, one hand over his mouth and one pointing an accusing finger at Uraraka's pink friend. "You!!!"
"What the fuck is happening," comes a groggy female voice from behind Uraraka. She snaps her head around and as she does, she feels like she knows what

she's going to find. She doesn't want to be right. No, no. She doesn't.

But, of course, there she sees Uravity propping herself up onto her elbows and scowling up to the heavens
"How the hell are we..." Uraraka watches as the girl coughs, then smacks her chest. "How the hell-"

She clears her throat so aggressively that it sounds like it hurts.
"Where's that goddamn villain oh my /god/ what is /happening/ with my damn voice?!"
The word choice and tone scream blond, angry boy. The face and body? Undeniably hers. She's about to say something soothing,

something that will lessen the blow of seeing what's obviously taken place, but doesn't have a chance before the girl in her hero suit snaps her head around, clearly looking for something. Uraraka assumes that whatever she's looking for, she very much doesn't expect to see

what she does when she focuses on Uraraka. Big, brown eyes explode to the size of dinner plates and the curled lips slacken to allow for a gaping jaw.

As if it's at all appropriate, Uraraka waves.

She's still so messed up inside in both head and gut that it just...happens.

Uravity's wide eyes go from Uraraka's face to her hand and then back again. After another flicker, the eyes narrow to slits.
"Oh, that villain is gonna /die/."

Uravity tries to clamber to her feet. She does. But as she pushes herself to her knees, she's shaking so violently that she hunches over and presses both hands to the floor.

As she lifts off of the floor and yelps, an ice-cold blanket of fear falls over Uraraka. With some

remnants of strength, she's pushing herself to her feet and launching herself forward, throwing her arms around (her own?!?) the girl's waist. It's enough to yank her down to the floor and keep her there. Uravity writhes in her arms and yeah, Uraraka knows exactly who she's

keeping from spinning off into orbit.
"Get your hands off of me, you asshole!" the girl screeches, finally shifting around to glare into Uraraka's face. The immediate emotions and quizzical expressions that pour out of the girl are extensive. She peers close at Uraraka and then

huffs.
"That you, Cheeks?" It sounds like less of a question than it should be, but Uraraka answers with a nod. With that nickname, there's no longer any doubt in her mind who it is she has in her arms.
"Would you, um, like some help, Bakugou?"
His -her??- eyes close. He takes

a deep breath and she watches him press all over his fingertips together.
"Release."
The sudden weight of the person in her arms is a shock and she does, in fact, drop Bakugou onto his -her????- ass on the ground.
"Watch it, idiot!"
But Uraraka is more focused on other things.

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Bakugou had just...controlled her quirk. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

Just when she thought her head couldn't possibly spin any further.

"Are you okay?" she blurts, watching his every move as he cautiously picks himself up from the floor. His pinkies remain

aloft, showing her yet again that he's very conscious of how her quirk works. She wants to ponder what this means, but her attention is snatched away by a strong hand dragging her to her own feet. Her knees are still quivering when she finally stands and she immediately feels

like she's on stilts, what with how tall she's towering.
"OCHAKOOO!!!"
Uraraka turns and a blaze of red consumes her in a hug. "OCHAKO, WE ARE /BOYS/!!!" Kirishima wails into her shoulder.

Or Mina does, in Kirishima's body.

Uraraka brings up a hand to pat her friend on the

very broad, very muscular back. It's Kirishima's voice and Kirishima's body but her friend is stuck in there and she is absolutely right.

They /are/ boys.

And not just any boys. Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki.

They are /boys/.

However, they are still also heroes.

In-training heroes, yes, but still people that citizens rely on for rescue and protection.

Now is not the time to be caught up in the logistics of the villain's quirk. Just because Deku and Iida have subdued the evil-doers doesn't mean that they should be standing here whining.

They all know better than this.

With Mina still hanging off of her, Uraraka turns her head to locate Deku and Iida who are busy gawking at them in return. The villain's are yelling into their gags and writhing against their restraints, no doubt shouting,

"Hey! Stupid UA kids! You realise this is still a potentially active crime scene and you're all busy staring each other out? Morons!"

In actuality, it's Bakugou who's shouting "morons!!!" at them as a collective, possibly even at himself. "We need to secure the area. Don't..."

He turns to Uraraka with an expression that looks as though he's about to pull the pin on a grenade. It's apt, actually.
"Don't try and use quirks." He's pointing at her specifically. "We don't need any casualties to deal with because of...well...whatever the hell this is."

He gestures at all of her. Uravity, that is. When his hands land on his hips and he pouts, Mina - no, /Kirishima-in-Mina's-body/ - barks a laugh and grins. Bakugou ignores her.

Him.

God, this is so confusing.

"Let's sweep the perimeter," she agrees, needing to find control

in this somehow, just for the sake of her own sanity.

"Are you guys...okay?" Deku asks, approaching with his hands up. "You're acting weird." She realises he's poised like he's ready for a fight. So is Iida.

Ah. Yes. Neither know that this whole body-swap ordeal has happened.

"Izuku!" She puts her hands up and smiles as best she can. Deku proceeds to have several heart attacks, judging by his face, so he's pale as a ghost when Uraraka realises the exact picture she's painting whilst residing in Bakugou's body.
"...K...Kacchan?" he splutters.

She shakes her head, placing her hand on her rock-hard, flat chest.

Oh wow...no /boobs/. Huh.

"Izuku. There's been a situation. We're not who you think."

"What?!"

"As in we swapped bodies! I'm Uraraka!" She pays her chest again. Then she points to Uravity. "That's Bakugou."

"I'm Kirishima!" Kirishima explains brightly, though there's a level of concern in his voice. Mina whines, steps away from Uraraka and waves, explaining that she's trapped in Kirishima's body.

Deku and Iida are clearly struggling to accept the idea, seeing as they're eyes are

bugging out of their heads.
"We must ensure safety!" Iida calls out, though his jaw is clenched. Uraraka has never seen him so surprised. "We should of course make sure there are no other threats in the vicinity."

And that they do. They comb the area and eventually come back

together just as the police arrive along with Aizawa and All Might. Someone had obviously called them regarding the situation, though no one states that they were the one to call the teachers in.
"Get in the cars," Aizawa grunts, pointing to the awaiting vehicles. "Now."

The six wannabe heroes do as they're told and get into the cars. Uraraka slides in between Mina (who is Kirishima??) and Bakugou (who is her??). She puts herself in the middle as the smallest individual before realising that she is by no means the smallest individual any longer.

"Im gonna have to go there," Bakugou states, pointing to the space she is in which is the middle of the backseat. "I'm..uh..the smallest now."

His voice is tight and pinched as he admits what they all know is the truth. So Uraraka does what she deems is right and shuffles back

towards the door so that Bakugou can slide across her lap and settle into the spot between herself and Mina. Uraraka can't explain that feeling she gets inside of her as Bakugou's -/her/-ass passes over her her thighs.

Does she have a crush on Bakugou?

Yeah.

Yeah, she does.

Not as Uravity, no.

But she does and has for a while had a crush on her best friend.

She and Bakugou's friendship has blossomed over the years and she's ashamed to say she's done the telltale thing and fallen for the boy she spends most of her time

with.

It had all happened pretty naturally, really. She hadn't intended on becoming chummy with the raging explodey boy, it had just kind of...happened. They'd fallen in with one another, finding that their senses of humour were similar and that they found comfort in the

other's presence.

Yet over the last half a year things have shifted and changed between them. They've sat closer, laughed louder and spent more time together.

As friends.

Obviously.

But there's been a little bit of something there, at least in Uraraka's opinion.

As Bakugou slides across Uraraka's lap, ass first and way too close, she feels something twitch down below. It's foreign and delicious but also downright unfair.

Bakugou settles down on Uraraka's right.

They all remain still as damn statues for the remainder of the

journey back to dorms and when they arrive, Aizawa has some things to straighten out.
"We'll contact you as soon as we know more about the villain's quirk," he explains solemnly. "Just sit tight and don't go doing anything stupid."
Uraraka thinks that even looking in the mirror

would be a stupid idea but she says nothing and only nods as Aizawa narrows his eyes to confirm his message.

Explaining the situation to the rest of Class A is simultaneously hilarious and awful, and Bakugou makes it all the worse by stalking off as soon as they arrive.

"Ochako!" Tsu calls after him. Uraraka sighs.
"Hey," she announces, placing her hand on Tsu's shoulder. Tsu spins, face screaming "wtf" as she stares up at Bakugou's face. Uraraka just sighs and nods. "It's me. And yeah, I totally feel that." She shakes her head. "What the fuck."

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Tsu blinks, eyes filled with disbelief.
"...'Chako?"
Uraraka attempts what she hopes is a genuinely "'Chako" smile, but it's difficult with a mouth that isn't hers.
"How did this happen?"

As she explains the day's events to her friend and those who have gathered around to

listen, she finds her tongue absentmindedly feeling the points of sharp canines. She's always noticed Bakugou's pronounced "vampire" teeth (as she's previously dubbed them), albeit only recently has she wondered what they would feel like against her tongue.

So now she's here and it's suddenly a lot less subconscious of her as she pokes at them whilst Tsu expresses her deep concern for the matter at hand.
"What are you all going to do until Aizawa gets back?" Midoriya asks, cutting in. He's still looking at her like she's something

unexpectedly found under the lens of a microscope.
"Well...I'm..." She glanced over her shoulder at Mina and Kirishima, stuck in the middle of their own babbling throng of concern and friendship. "We'll probably just...chill out in the common room...until..."

Even then, to be honest, they'll still be like performers at a circus for not only everyone else but themselves too. When she goes to tuck her hair behind her ear and finds nothing but a spiky mass that she's been longing to run her fingers through, so she does just that.

Tsu raises an eyebrow.

Uraraka immediately stops.

"You're going to sit on our couches looking and smelling like that? All of you?"
Tsu is never one to not get straight to the point.
"You expect me to let him shower /my/ body?" Mina screeches, which is a weird sound when

it's coming from Kirishima. She's glaring at Tsu. "He can't stop touching my tits, no way am I letting him /see/ them!"

It suddenly dawns on Uraraka that Bakugou is nowhere to be found.

She blinks, a notion rising within her that has her heart racing and her mouth drying out.

"Excuse me..." she breathes, pushing past her friends to leap into the elevator. She rides it up to the necessary floor and throws herself out of it, only to stumble and stop short when she spies the person she's looking for sitting on the carpet and leaning back against their

door.

The expression on his face is comically furious.
"You make me look like a clumsy bitch."
She smirks, and its weirdly (but also not weirdly) familiar for this mouth.
"I was just coming to make sure you were...okay. Today's been wild."
"Tch. 'M fine. Just can't get in my

goddamn door." She has enough time to phrase the question in her mind but by the time she opens her mouth he's rolling his eyes. "My key is in my zipper - ngh, shit - /your/ zipper pocket."

Uraraka finds herself giggling. She imagines grumpy Uravity-Bakugou stomping all the way

upstairs just to have that realisation and then sulk alone in the hallway. Mainly though, she's just relieved he's still tightly-packed into her hero costume. Her worst fears of Bakugou seeing her naked form have not yet come to pass.

"Whatcha chuckling at, Cheeks?"

Uraraka watches him climb to his feet, a smirk on his own mouth now. He closes the distance before pressing his palm against her hip. A jolt of electricity shoots through her and she freezes, feeling his hand travel a little lower and cross over the waistband of her pants.

"Bakugou," she manages, firm but breathy, to which he simply ignores her to unzip a pocket and shove his hand in. She gasps and grabs onto his small shoulders when she feels his fingers brush against /something/ down there as he roots around for what she assumes is his key.

With a grin that spreads across his face, morphing her petite features into something more closely related to a goblin, the stupid, confident boy steps back, waggling a key in front of her face.
"Just collecting this," he sneers, though his gaze travels down to her crotch.

"I'd say I'm sorry but it's /my/ dick so..." He shrugs. "I don't give a shit."
It is safe to say that Uraraka has never felt more embarrassed in her life. She stares at him, shocked, as he crosses the hall back to his room, sliding the key in the lock.

"It may be yours but I felt that!" she bleats, dying inside. "How dare you?!"
His head rolls around on his neck and she hates the way he's manipulating /her/ body. Uravity is sweet, poised and keen to help. Bakugou just makes her look rude.
"Like I said, it's /mine/."

His tongue flicks between his lips and he opens his door. "It only reacts to what it wants."

With that dropped like a grenade into Uraraka's lap, he walks into his room and leaves the door open behind him. She stands there for a minute, reeling at the implications of his words,

before she hears him sigh.
"Come and get some clothes, Cheeks. I really don't wanna be trapped in this hellhole of a suit for much longer either."

Numbly, she wanders over and enters the familiar room to find him tossing some clothes out of the wardrobe and onto the bed.

"I'm not gonna suggest showering cos even I'm not mentally prepared for that yet. But get me the fuck outta this." He gestures at all of him. "Now."

Her skin tingles.

"Eyes on the ceiling."
"....eh?"
"I said eyes on the ceiling, Uravity!" she snaps, stomping in and grabbing

Bakugou by the face. She then forces his head back and goes for the zipper of the costume. "You look down once and I'll chop the damn thing off."
Bakugou snorts. "You wouldn't ruin your precious suit-"
"I'm not talking about my suit. I'm talking about your dick. Now. EYES /UP/."

It's Uraraka's turn to snort as Bakugou flushes crimson and sets his jaw, eyes drilling holes into the ceiling above.

With a very deep breath, because this is /her/ body that she's seen a trillion times before, she begins to pull the zip down. She watches Bakugou's face as she

gets lower, and watches him swallow and blink faster than usual. By the time her hand reaches the end of the zip, wherein her hand is now hovering just below her belly button, Bakugou is sweating.
"You okay, /Cheeks/?" she asks, voice gravel baked into cinnamon buns. She brings

her face a fraction closer to his. "Don't worry. It only reacts to what it wants."

They're in dangerous territory now.

This is by far the closest they've gotten to anything remotely beyond friendship and she's got to say that she's reasonably impressed with herself here.

Bakugou looks very strained as he continues to glare up while she yanks the costume to the floor.
"One leg," she demands softly, bending to remove the boot and pant leg. He does as he's told and she's so, so thankful she shaved her legs last night. "Other leg."

She sheds him of her costume to leave him standing there in her white vest and polka-dot panties as she climbs to her feet and finds herself inspecting.

She's...not as bad as she's always thought. Petite. You can barely notice the scar on her upper thigh from this angle too.

"You're acting pretty damn self-obsessed right now," the boy in her body spits. She only shakes her head and pulls the white vest over his head, making sure to ghost her fingers over his ribs as she does so. He shudders, swallowing audibly this time. She grins down at him.

He glares in another direction.

"Get on with it," he grits out.

Uraraka whistles and hums as she dresses him in a typical Bakugou black tank and some overly large sweatpants that she has to tie very tight to keep from falling off.
"Done?" he hisses, not waiting for an answer

before looking down and placing his hands on his hips. She sees his cheeks tinge pink. Its cute.

Wait.

Is she thinking /she's/ cute or /he's/ cute?

...Her head hurts.

To her horror, bringing her out of her own mind, she watches Bakugou run his hands up his sides, stopping

dangerously close to her breasts.
"I have /titties/," he cackles softly, shaking his head.
"Shut up," she groans, lacing an element of pleading into the demand. "Please stop staring."
His hands drop but his smile stretches.
"Sure, sure," he laughs.

But Uraraka doesn't very much like the fact that Bakugou doesn't sound sure enough for her at all.

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