#BKDK hc! kiribaku is a thing but dk still has secret feelings for bkg. one day kiri & dk get hit by an unknown villain’s quirk that switches their bodies. out of sorts, they’re unable to use their new quirks to stop the villain. but before the villain escapes,

he gives them advice & says they can’t tell anyone bc the con of the quirk is: if anyone finds out they’ve switched or says their real name while in the other’s body, they switch again w a random person anywhere in the planet & the cycle repeats.

not wanting to risk their quirks ending up in the wrong hands, all they have to do is last for three days w/o anyone finding out or saying their real names.

“Maybe you could tell him you need a few days. I’m sure he’ll be cool with it.” Kiri tells Izuku.

And Izuku nods, “Yeah. I’ll try. What’s your passcode?”

“Oh, it’s Katsuki’s birthda-“

Izuku had it unlocked before he could even finish the numbers. “I’m sorry, Kiri.

I promise I won’t go on your phone unless I need to.”

“Ah, no worries, I trust you, Midoriya.”

Izuku texts Katsuki, trying so so hard not to think or feel too much. Hearts... Kiri sent so many hearts.. & Katsuki had said good luck on their mission?

Izuku tries hard not to feel disheartened. Even in this scenario Katsuki found a way to bring /his/ name up badly? ‘Careful. Deku’s a clutz & a dumbass, don’t get roped into his stupid shit & end up getting hurt.’

Izuku sighs, he’s aware of how Katsuki hates him.

Hilarious how the world never ceases to remind him.

He finishes typing out the words & hits send. There’s a response right after, & Kiri looks over to read it, too.

‘TF? What for? R u hurt & u just dont wanna tell me?? Did something fuccing happen while ISTG

im going to MURDER that shitty nerd if its his fault again’.

Kiri was the one to type back this time, ‘nononono nothing bad happened i just feel really wrapped up in stuff, i just wanna catch up with my gains and wanted to try some new exercises, i can still c u,

ill just need a bit more time for myself babe !! I promise ill make it up to u in a few!!’

‘Tch yea wtvr fine, then fucc off......... im goin to bed. U better fuccin keep your promise.’ is what Katsuki texted back.

Izuku sinks into his bed, but then remembers he should probably go to Kiri’s. He watched Kiri type a few more words then hands the phone to Izuku. “Here. Oh & my keys.”

Izuku took them, waved, then headed to Kiri’s.

Once he got there, though, he didn’t expect Katsuki to be outside Kiri’s door waiting for him.

“Took you long enough. I heard what happened. There was another villain?”

Izuku panics, “Wh-what do y-you-oh! Yeah—we uh—we—“ Izuku looks away rubbing his neck with a smile,

“He managed to get away, but we’re fine!”

Katsuki raised a brow, unfolding his arms as he walked up to him. And for a second Izuku thinks he’s going to say something. He knows Katsuki isn’t stupid, but he couldn’t possibly see the real him. No, Izuku was overthinking.

“The fucking hell’s up with you?” Katsuki growls, “Why’re you acting like—“

“I’m going to head to bed now!!” Izuku says practically jamming the keys into Kiri’s door. But it doesn’t work. He’s left jiggling & fumbling & his fingers won’t work & DAMNIT he dropped the keys.

Katsuki’s the one to pick it up, though, so he hands it to Izuku, but doesn’t let go of his hand.

“Stop doing it so hard. Jeez, here.” Katsuki’s hands—his very fingers—are on top of Izuku’s as he leads him into sticking the key in. Gently & it slides right through.

“Press a bit down, tilting at an angle, then turn. See?”

Once the door’s opened, Izuku doesn’t face him. He knows knows that if he does, Katsuki will see how red he’s gotten.

“Oi.”

Izuku gulps, “Hm?”

Katsuki hasn’t let go of his hand, “Are you sure nothing happened?”

Izuku pulls his hand away the second he starts feeling his heart. Taking a deep breathe he nods, smiling, “Nothing happened! You worry too much, m-an!”

“That’s because it’s fucking /you/.” Katsuki responds plainly & god, did that hurt. Of course he’d worry about his boyfriend.

Thought Izuku would get his boyfriend hurt earlier.

Shit. Now he’s feeling worse.

But Izuku can fight the tears. He knows. He FUCKING knows. Just smile through it, “Sorry I worried you so much, Ka-tsu-Katsu-ki. I-I’m-I’m exhausted, so I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah. Night.” Katsuki says then finally walks away to go to his own room.

When he left, Izuku immediately locked the door & sunk to the floor. This.. was going to be much harder than he thought it would be.

//

The next day everything felt fine. Katsuki avoided him, just like Izuku & Kiri had asked, & Izuku can’t help but admire it. He really did do anything for Kiri. Izuku should’ve already known that.

Izuku muttered to himself quietly, writing down notes while he sat in the table area of their dorms. He’d been toying and experimented small things with Kiri’s quirk, curiosity getting the best of him.

After a few more minutes of stretching, he walked to the kitchen area to get a glass of water, but suddenly his phone goes off.

“Crap.” He cussed under breath.

He & Katsuki were being called in for a mission.

((MERP GUNNA FINISH LATERR—I really need to sleep & this is just random useless drabble that i meant to make short so theres prolly only a few thingies left—anyways gudnight!!))

“Shitty hair!! What the fuck are you doing?!” Katsuki yelled & god was this turning out to be horrible.

Izuku couldn’t focus. Kiri’s quirk activated so much differently from what he’s used to & in the middle of battle while fighting a villain it was hard not go to habits.

“What’s the matter, sparky boy?” The villain mocked, “Rockman can’t get hard enough to hold off my blades?? Come on!! Try & attack me if you think you’re fast enough to dodge my bullets!!”

“Fucking shit..” Katsuki groaned, holding his side down.

He got hurt because he had shoved Izuku out the way. Izuku was careless & didn’t notice his quirk had deactivated. So Katsuki took a pretty bad scrape.

No wonder they needed Kirishima’s quirk for this. But he wasn’t Kirishima.

Izuku ripped Kiri’s cloth. “Kac-Katsuki, move your hand!”

Katsuki heaved, “It’s just a scratch-“

“Just shut up & let me!!” Izuku yelled because Katsuki was bleeding & didn’t have time for stubbornness.

It was clear Izuku was panicking. What could he do? What could they do? If Kirishima were here this would’ve been easy.

How could he be so stupid?

“Fuck!!” Katsuki cursed when the villains blasted more & more metal spikes their way.

They hid under a half destroyed car & Katsuki blasted shots at the guy who returned just as much. Izuku tied the cloth around Katsuki’s waist, then tried to activate Kiri’s quirk again.

“I need to call this in, you’re going to get injured even more if we don’t get backu-“

“AS FUCKING IF!! That’s no fucking excuse!! Unless someone actually took your fucking quirk away there’s no reason for you to be giving up!!!”

“I can’t do this!! You’re going to get hurt, damnit!!” Izuku yelled angry. Katsuki needed protection. He needed a shield,

“Why don’t you ever listen to me!! You’re going t-“

“I AM LISTENING TO YOU!! But you’re being a fucking idiot!! Why the fuck are you second guessing now?! LOOK!!” Katsuki grabbed his arms, & Izuku hadn’t realized his quirk was now activated,

“Your problem is you’re overthinking!! There’s no fucking complicated ass way to do it! Just do it!! Stop second guessing & stop thinking!!”

Izuku was in full body hard mode. When did that happen?

“See? Just stand your ground, get mad, & flex! That’s fucking it! Stop thinking.”

“I- Kats-“

“Shut up & get ready to be my meat shield.” Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the collar, & threw him. “Just flex, dumbass!!”

“KA-KATSUKI—“ Izuku feared his life until he realized everything slid or ricocheted off his skin—which was a totally new feeling to him.

Fucking idiot. Doesn’t Katsuki know he could die?? Doesn’t he know the consequences by now??

Katsuki jumped in behind him & pushed him forward, blasting a few until Izuku was close enough to the villain. “Alright, now move!!”

Katsuki pulled his hair making his head tilt quickly to the side.

“Kac-“ Izuku squealed. He froze completely when he felt the heat coming from Katsuki’s AP Shot. That was so freaking close & he swears he sees his life flashing before his eyes.

Izuku twitched, wobbling for balance when Katsuki tousled him about. “Kat-Katsuki, my hair-“

“Shut up. You like this shit, don’t you?”

Damn. Izuku tries not to think about it.

The villain tries to block the blast by spawning more metal, but thankfully the blast’s enough to knock him out.

Katsuki let’s go of Izuku when the villain falls & Izuku exhales in relief.

They did it, so Izuku called it in.

After he did & hung up, he jolted. He didn’t expect Katsuki to pat his back or smile at him. A hand raised for a fist bump that Izuku suddenly forgets how to give.

It’s the first time in a while that he’s ever seen Katsuki smile so genuinely—

the first time he’s seen him so happy to get through a battle together as a team.

“Kaccha—Katsuki?..” Izuku looked at him with pained eyes. What was going on? Had Katsuki changed that much because of Kiri?

The Katsuki he knew would have never accepted working as a team with him. Not if he was the real him.

“Seriously? /You’re/ going to leave me hangin’, shithead?” Katsuki pouted, “Return it before I bash your face in.”

Izuku felt ringing in his head.

He tried hard to laugh & play it off. The fact that he’ll never get this part of Katsuki is heavy in his heart.

He can’t be emotional. He can’t cry about this. About how happy Katsuki looked..

“S-sorry! My bad!”

He shakily clenched his hand & bumped them together, lingering a bit before Katsuki shifts & starts walking.

He.. never would have done that to him. Never.

Suddenly Izuku thinks about all the times they’ve fought together.

He thinks about how Katsuki always yelled that he was in the way or was always lacking.

The thought was probably what made Izuku lose his footing as he trips & tumbles over a freaking rock or something on the ground. He hit his face right on the pavement.

Weakly he sat up, rubbing his nose because that hurt. Crap, he was bleeding. How embarrassing could he be? How much of an idiot could he be?

No wonder Katsuki would never..

“You’re such an idiot.” Katsuki nudged his chin to look up, & pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know you can harden your face before impact to avoid this shit, right, dummy?”

“Right, sorry..” Izuku mumbled. At least he had an excuse to be teary-eyed now. He was starting to cry.

Katsuki just sighs & sits by him. Izuku can’t handle Katsuki staring at him so closely,

helping him without hating it, so he freaks out. He can’t stand this for much longer.

“U-um, I can hold it if y-“

“Shut up. Knowing you, you’d probably fuck this up, too.” Katsuki grumbled, “What? This going to interfere with your super-important training, too?

I need to avoid seeing or touching you at all?”

Izuku didn’t answer.

“Seriously?” Katsuki asked, finally taking his fingers off him.

And there it was. The look in Katsuki’s eyes that tried to hide how he felt.

Damnit.

“Kac-Katsuki, it’s really no big deal!

I just.. I need space a-“

“You need space?!” Katsuki yelled out.

Shit! That wasn’t the right thing to say. “No, not like that!! Ka-tsuki, I just mean I-“

“What do you mean then? Have you asked anyone else to avoid you?”

“N-no, but-“

“No???”

“It-it’s not because it’s you-“

“It’s exactly because it’s me. Why else would you ask me & /only/ me to avoid you? What did I do wrong? Did I do or say something—“

“No!!” Izuku sat up & grabs tight onto his arms. “Kac-Katsuki, da-damnit, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just—“

“Get off & shut up. You really think I don’t know you’re hiding something?!” Katsuki shoved his hands away & stood silent. He stared at the ground. “Why is it only now that you can’t talk to me? You really think I’d believe that lame ass bullshit excuse?

I don’t know what the hell is going on, or what the hell you expect from me, but if you really want to avoid me, fucking fine.”

“I-“

“You said you’d be by my side. But fine if you want to fuck off, too! Like I fucking give a shit!!”

Katsuki exploded himself into the skies before Izuku could say anything more.

He had messed up big time.

//

Izuku needed to fix this. He couldn’t mess up how far Kirishima’s gotten.. how much better he made Katsuki.

He couldn’t fuck up their relationship. Kiri was doing something that Izuku couldn’t, & of course the second Izuku got into the situation /of course/ he’d mess it up.

But how could he fix this? He’s not Kiri. Kiri would know exactly what to say, how to say it, & when. Kiri would know what to do.

Izuku pulled out Kiri’s phone, & started typing to him, ‘I think i messed up.. i told kacchan i needed space & he took it the wrong way..’.

Izuku sent the text, then Kiri replied back.

‘Oh.. i see. Um well dont worry too much, ill get him better once we switch back!! Dont worry about it okay midoriya?? He’ll be okay!!’

‘Is there anything i cud try to do for now?? bc i think its rlly bad.

He said he has a feeling we’re hiding something.. then he said..’ Something about being by his side, ‘That I should.. fuck off, too, or something.’

‘Oh.’

Izuku put his head down. Sighed as he dug his face into the pillow.

A ping went off & Izuku looked to the phone screen, ‘Midoriya.. maybe you could.. try to talk to him? Like maybe..’

Izuku shot up, typing back immediately, ‘I dont think thats a good idea!! Im going to make it worse!!! He HATES me and ill say the wrong thing i cant!!’.

‘I think you can, midoriya. He just.. idk, i feel like u guys shud talk either way. I think u can w/o bringing up who u r, it cud be a good thing that u two talk maybe??’

That’s the absolute worst idea. A little over a day Izuku’s involved & he already ruined their relationship.

Izuku tugs himself into the pillow. He doesn’t want to risk it. Katsuki needed Kiri. Not him.

Izuku didn’t text anything back, & started to drift off.

A few hours later Izuku woke up to knocking on Kiri’s door. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, then walked to see who it was.

When he opened it he saw no one, but there was a pot on the floor with a note.

Katsuki’s writing, ‘Eat it or throw it away, I don’t give a shit.’

Izuku took it inside, then bolted right to Katsuki’s door. It had to be him. He knocked so many times, “Katsuki!! Are you awake??

I’m sorry!! I really am!! Can you open the door??”

No answer. And even when Izuku waits, he still doesn’t come out. Izuku didn’t know whether it was a good thing or not. Because what was he even going to say?

Tired & exhaustion got to him again as he sat outside his door.

“Katsuki.. I’m sorry..”

But still no answer.

//

The next day Izuku woke up in Kiri’s room. He has no idea how he got there, but his phone was going off.

“Sero-kun?” Izuku answered.

“Kirishima! Let’s hang out!! There’s this cool new game at the arcade!”

“Uh, I—“ Was it a good idea to hang out with them in Kiri’s body? They wouldn’t find out, right?

“Denki will meet up with you in five!”

“Oh—um, okay!” Izuku said then rushed to go shower.

//

For the majority of the day, he hung out with Sero & Kaminari.

Izuku easily beat them at the game. Held back, but how were they to know that Izuku had already signed up for the beta version on PC months ago?

Time flew, & Izuku still worries about Katsuki. He must have hurt him bad.

Katsuki’s one to worry about being in the way, about being a burden whether he showed that outwardly or not. The last thing he wanted was Katsuki to feel that—because he wasn’t. Katsuki was amazing.

When night time came, they were just about to head back into the dorms.

If Kiri could fix the mess he’s made—no, Kiri /would/ be able to fix everything. And then it would be like nothing happened. Izuku would go back to being..

Izuku bit his lip. Part of him was selfish. He didn’t want to go back. But this was wrong.

Staring at the phone screen, Izuku realized—it was Kirishima’s birthday. He realized Kiri would be spending his birthday in someone else’s body.

Izuku texted Kirishima, ‘OMG happy birthday, Kirishima!!!!’

There was a fast reply back, ‘Hahaha oh thank you, midoriya!!’

Izuku felt really bad, ‘ill celebrate it next time with you!! It must be weird missing your own birthday’.

When Izuku got to the house, he was bombarded by everyone in the class, confetti being thrown everywhere.

“SURPRISE!! Happy birthday, Kirishima!!!!” Everyone yelled out. A paper hat was being put on him before he could come back to his senses.

This definitely felt weird.

“Th-thanks!” Izuku smiled, looking to Kirishima who was still happy in his body.

He didn’t see Katsuki, though.. & that worried him.

Kiri pulled him over after eating & drinking to open the gifts together, & yet still Katsuki didn’t show up. Izuku could tell Kiri was worried despite the excitement from all the gifts.

“Guess he really isn’t coming, huh.” Kiri half-smiled, rubbing his neck, eyes sunken. “But I guess it’ll be fine. Oh! By the way! Have you asked Uraraka out yet?”

Izuku was about to ask if he should call Katsuki,

but the mention of her name takes him by surprise, “Wait, wha-“

Uraraka calls out to them, “Deku! Can I talk to you for a second?”

Out of pure habit, Izuku gets up, but he doesn’t realize it until Uraraka waves & nods, “N-not you, Kirishima! I meant Deku!”

“O-oh!”

Immediately Kiri got up to talk to her & Izuku sat back down on the sofa. He picked up the now lukewarm beer from the table & takes a long chug. He’s a little dizzy.

Uraraka? Why does Kiri think he wants to ask Uraraka out?

“Oi.”

Katsuki?

“Kacchan!!” Izuku almost choked.

CRAP. “Uh-I-I mean-” Izuku stuttered all over himself when he stood up. He must have gotten up too quickly because the world’s spinning. But he had to try, “I-I’m sorry—about yesterday, I—I didn’t mean to say those things!! I want to be by your side!! I—“

Katsuki grabbed hold of his wrist, & pulled hard.

“Kacch-wait! Katsuki, I—“

They walked for a while & Izuku knows he’s falling all over the place. When his mind came through just a little, Katsuki was pulling him into his room.

((TW: dubcon but nothing rlly happens!))

Katsuki slammed & locked the door, giving Izuku no time to process the fact that he was in Katsuki’s room. Much less time to process the image of Katsuki taking off his shirt.

It’s dark, but Izuku’s falling over from the sheer vague image of it.

Not good.

“Kacchan—ki-wait-

wait a minute-“ Izuku could barely speak. Oh my god. He’s shirtless.

Izuku couldn’t get back up until Katsuki grabbed him again by the arm & tossed him to the bed.

It’s dim & Izuku can’t find the strength in him to realize what exactly’s going on.

Everything was happening entirely too fast & he only barely managed to grab Katsuki’s arms.

Izuku feels skin & god is he horny but he was still in Kiri’s body, wasn’t he?

Izuku gasped, trying to get his brain to work. Fuck trying to actually gather enough strength to stop him.

Unable to react, his pants were slipping off & this feels strange & wrong yet good but bad. In the dark he couldn’t tell if he was himself /or/ if he was still in Kiri’s body. Alcohol clearly doesn’t help.

“Kacchan—“ He should stop him. He should.

So why are his fingers being so unstable? Just because Katsuki was shirtless? Just because Katsuki was doing this to him?

Having a crush on the man doesn’t help in the slightest.

This is going to end in deep shit. He knows it.

Not a word is said by Katsuki & for some reason it makes it worse.

“Kacc-“ Izuku felt hands on his waist—but it’s probably not even his own waist.

Kiri. This is Kiri’s body, right?

Izuku’s about to drown with him, but what wakes him up is when he feels Katsuki’s face.

His cheeks are wet, hot in his hands like he’s crying.

Izuku finally wakes up, snapping back to reality & how this was so so wrong. What the fuck was he doing? Was Katsuki crying?? He couldn’t be. Why would he be?

Katsuki pushed his hands away, but Izuku tries again.

“Katsuki, stop. What’s—“

Again Katsuki shoves his hands off with much more violence.

“Katsu—“

“What the fuck am I doing wrong!?” Katsuki finally asked, yelling & scared & clearly panicking, “You wanted this, didn’t you?? You-do you want to be the one??

I-I’ll let you if you—you—please!! Just tell me what I’m supposed to do!”

Izuku felt heated breath against his shoulders. Tears hit his skin as Katsuki held him tight.

“Just tell me what to do—I can—I can do it—“ Katsuki coughed, voice exhausted like he’d been sick all day.

Izuku immediately shook his head. Was this because of him? “I’m—I’m not leaving you!! I’m sorry I said what I said. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Kacchan, I’m so sorry..”

This side of Katsuki that feels so honest & vulnerable.. Kirishima really must have been important to him.

//

For a while Katsuki doesn’t say anything. And Izuku let him cool off.

Izuku wanted to say more.. to do more than just sit while he cried, but he didn’t want to risk making it worse—like he always does.

After what feels like a few minutes, Katsuki finally speaks,

“Kiri, I—I can’t..”

Can’t?

“Are you.. upset with me?” Katsuki asked.

Upset with him? Why would he be?

“I’m not upset with you. I could never be upset with you.”

“So.. you’ll stay by my side? You won’t leave?” Katsuki was quiet.

Quieter than Izuku’d ever be used to because Katsuki was always yelling & angry with the real him.

Izuku tries not to think of this whole situation.

His selfishness was again getting the better of him. Izuku always wanted to be the one by his side. Ever since they were kids.

He tried so hard, but Katsuki just..

Izuku tries to separate his thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to do that. Holding Katsuki close, he tries not to think about how Kiri & Katsuki probably hug all the time & how /he/ probably will never get to do this ever again.

But Izuku missed him. He missed this Katsuki. The Katsuki he knew before all the quirks & misunderstandings & fights & arguments & just.. everything.

Izuku cried & held him back tighter. Fingers combing through his hair that he hadn’t felt like this before, pulling him close,

like he hadn’t in a long time.

Katsuki really hadn’t changed. The soft touch of his skin despite him being so much bigger now, it was still familiar. This man that he was in love with.. this man that he can’t have no matter how hard he tried.

Because he always got it wrong.

There really was nothing he could do. And he had to accept that. Katsuki just wasn’t meant to be his.

“Katsuki.. I promise.. I promise you’ll never be alone, no matter what, okay?” Kiri was different. He was everything Katsuki needed. “I won’t leave you. I won’t.”

Izuku says it from his heart, even if he was in Kiri’s body. Because he knew Kiri must feel the same. He must love Katsuki the way he does.

“‘Kay..” Katsuki mumbles. He digs his face into Izuku’s chest, sniffling still, fingers digging into his shirt.

//

That night they both fell asleep, & Izuku, as much as he didn’t want to wake up, did to Katsuki watching him. Eyes swollen from crying, & the sky is radiating it’s blue onto his skin. The sun was just starting to rise while the birds chirped.

“Kacchan, I—uh—“ Izuku blushed,

forgetting that he was pantless & so was Katsuki.. still. He’s so warm, & so naked.

Katsuki was laying his chin on crossed arms, looking up as he lay on Izuku’s chest. He doesn’t say a word, & his eyes alone are making Izuku fall harder for him.

“U-um, I should probably go back to my room—” Izuku spouts out. Anything to break the silence or the gaze he had on him.

“/Your/ room?” Katsuki finally asks.

Why was this starting to sound like.. crap he called him Kacchan.

No, there’s no way Katsuki could know from just that.

Izuku feels like he shouldn’t be here, but now he doesn’t know what to do. He technically did promise him, but.. he’s not Kiri.

“I called & told Aizawa you had a fever, so you’re staying.” Katsuki speaks softly. Not at all rough or aggressive.

“Huh??’’ Izuku asked.

Katsuki was making him skip class? Katsuki never skips class. Never on purpose. “Y-ou-“

“Shut up & let me have this or I’ll kill you.”

“O-okay.”

“Unless you’re really uncomfortable, then-“

“I’m not! I’m.. really not.”

Katsuki glanced at him, clearly searching for any signs of lying but he wouldn’t find any. Just.. maybe a hint of panic.

“You say that yet your face is as fucking red as a tomato’s ass.”

What does that even mean?

“I-I’m really fine!!”

Izuku’s head spun. The image of Katsuki bathed in sunlight & lying so peacefully on his chest burned.

All this must be a dream. It’s too perfect.. too much a blessing for it not to be.

Maybe it was still the alcohol.

Izuku’s heart fluttered & his mind was numb.

The underlying sadness was now being forgotten & overtaken by bliss & exhaustion.

Things like this.. he had always imagined what it would be like—wrong of him or not.

Just a little longer.. could he stay?

Drifting off into sleep again, he closed his eyes for a second.

He was allowed to dream, right?

Just for a second?

No one would know.

Izuku breathes deep before his mind wanders into what could be.

It’s brighter now & he watches Katsuki get up & get dressed.

“Oi, what do you wanna eat? Did you finish what I made you yesterday?”

The spicy as hell curry? Let’s pretend it was for him & not Kiri. It was amazing as always.. once he bawled his eye sockets dry. “Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

They’d probably be the top heroes by now. Maybe the volume of the news is low on the television. Background noise.

Katsuki raises brow, taking out a pan & something from the cabinet. Simple images like this Izuku’s dreamt of before. He knows it’s wrong but..

Katsuki continues, “I added a bit more spice than usual. It’s a dish—“

“Your mom used to make?” Izuku asked then sat up,

looking for his phone while Katsuki headed to the kitchen section of the room. Did he have some mission today? He continued, “I like auntie’s, too, but yours tastes way better in my opinion.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm!”

“How so, shitty nerd?”

In his dreams & probably if they were together, yeah, Katsuki would still most likely call him bad nicknames. So Izuku let it be. “She holds back on the soup, but I like it better with lots of it.”

Izuku yawned, rubbing his eyes to wake up & find his phone.

To be honest Izuku figures that’s what he should do first thing in the morning. Just where was it?

“S’that so? Maybe next time I’ll give you all soup & no rice. That’s how you used to eat it, right?” Katsuki asked, leaning on the counter as he watched Izuku scan the room.

Yeah. They’d definitely be the couple to bring up old habits & history.

“Evil fucker would always put rice in my bowl when no one was fucking looking.”

“You remember?” Izuku looked up at Katsuki who’s leaning his chin more comfortably on the palm on his hand now.

“Course I do, you little shit. My stomach’d be bursting by the end of it because of your ass.” Katsuki said, pointing Izuku to the headboard of the bed.

Izuku felt weird trying to look for his phone. He couldn’t see it anywhere. “I remember. You’d have such a /huge/ belly.”

“Then you’d poke it & say I was pregnant & that you were secretly—“

“—the dad.” Izuku finished his sentence, but as soon as he said it, this felt way too real.

Something’s wrong.

No, this felt.. Izuku stared at the headboard & that’s clearly not his phone. It’s not even Katsuki’s taste.

But it’s definitely familiar. Because it’s Kiri’s.

“Yeahp.” Katsuki said plainly.

What in the hell was he doing? No, he had to be sure. Izuku exhaled, hoping & praying that he did not just blow it. That he did not just fuck up.

Izuku knows Katsuki’s watching him. He’s been watching him. For how long? He isn’t sure. Does he know?

Izuku hissed internally before he held up his hands.. no scars. He was still in Kiri’s body.

How did he not know this was real??

What was going to happen? Was he going to switch with someone else? Somehow.. a tiny percent of him wishes he would.

Izuku put on Kiri’s shorts, unprepared for what he was going to say or do. Did Katsuki really know? There’s no way he couldn’t after all that. “Kacchan—“

Katsuki opened the fridge & spoke out, “Come over & help me once you’re done having an existential crisis.”

SHIT.

Izuku grabbed Kiri’s phone & on screen he could clearly see that Kiri had called him. “I-I gotta call someone real quick.”

Katsuki glared at him, “Seriously? You’re going to bail right afte-“

“No, I’ll be right outside.” Izuku says. “It’ll just take a few minutes.”

Katsuki huffed & turned the other way. He clearly didn’t believe him, “Right.”

Izuku bit his lips together. He wants to do more but he needs to speak to Kiri /now/. All he can do right now..

Izuku walked to Katsuki & looked at him face to face to make sure he heard him,

“Katsuki, I’ll be right back. I promise.”

Katsuki didn’t expect Izuku to /make/ him hear it, so he has no choice.

“Tch.” Katsuki blushes & grumbles while cracking open the eggs into a bowl. “Fine.”

Izuku only then walks out the door to talk to Kiri who answers immediately. “Hey, I’m sorry I couldn’t-“

“Midoriya, answer me honestly.” Kirishima started already, “Do you like Katsuki?”