Bakugo

The rage had been a slow burn all day. That idiot Deku, as usual, had managed to worm his way into a position of undeserved praise. The professors, the damn extras, all ate it up like it was the second coming. By the time I slammed out of the lecture hall, the fury was a roaring fire in my chest. I recall screaming something—probably about how they were all worthless—and then I just stormed out, not caring where I ended up outside. The night was heavy, like the sky was pressing down on me.

The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I was staring at my reflection like I'd never seen it before. Except, it wasn't my reflection. Where my own harsh features and spiky hair used to be, a softer face with long blonde hair stared back, two crimson eyes filled with disbelief. The world tilted on its axis. I was a girl.

For a solid hour, I just stood there, frozen in shock. Then, the survival instincts kicked in. Thankfully, my mother, being obsessed with my looks and pushing me into those damn modeling gigs since I was a kid, meant I knew how to handle clothes that weren't baggy hoodies. The makeup wasn't too hard either, a habit I never understood back then that was now proving itself useful. My clothes looked ridiculous on me now, though. Too big, too boxy. I ended up having to go to the school shopping centre to buy something that fit. The stares were irritating and made me want to blow people up.

The week that followed was bizarre. People stared, whispered, and the worst part was, Kirishima was completely avoiding me. He wouldn't meet my eyes, and when I tried to talk to him, he'd mumbled something and scurried away. It pissed me off more than nearly any other reaction.

Today, though, that changed. I stalked right up to his dorm door and banged on it so hard I'm sure the plaster cracked. When he barely opened it a crack, I shoved my way in.

"What the hell is your problem, Shitty Hair?" I snarled, the new feminine tone of my voice making me cringe. He flinched.

"Bakugo… I… uh…" He wouldn't look at me.

"Don't 'uh' me! You've been avoiding me all week, like I've got a disease or something." I took a step closer, my anger building. "Spit it out!"

He backed up until he hit the bed. I was on him in a second, pinning him down with my hands on either side of his shoulders. I yelled, demanding an explanation, my face inches from his. I was about to start screaming louder when Kirishima did something that made my entire brain short-circuit.

He flipped us, smooth and fast, and suddenly I was pinned beneath him. My heart pounded in my chest, confusion and anger warring inside me. Then, he kissed me. Not a chaste, awkward kiss, but a kiss that ripped through me, demanding and full of something I couldn't name.

When we broke apart, his face was flushed, and his eyes were wide. "I... I was avoiding you because… because I didn't know how to react," he stammered, his voice a low rumble. "I… I… I couldn't look at you without… without wanting you. Not as a friend, you know? It was like… lust, but… real. And I didn't want to be like that with you when you're… like this."

A smirk crept across my face. "So, you were avoiding me because you were scared of how hot I am?" I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Somehow, the newness of my voice only made it sound more alluring.

His eyes darkened as he looked at me. "It's not funny, Bakugo."

I reached up with one hand and pulled him down. This time, I kissed him, throwing all my pent up frustration, confusion, and a strange, new desire into it. I pushed him away and dropped to my knees, unzipping his jeans. I could feel the heat rising from him, a mix of anticipation and shock. I took him in my mouth, relishing the moans that ripped from his throat. This felt... right. Wrong, maybe, but undeniably right.

His moan filled the room, raw and desperate, as I took him in my mouth. I felt him tense and tremble as I sucked him, my tongue teasing and exploring every inch. The taste of his arousal was intoxicating, mirroring the strange, pulsing heat that thrummed between my legs.

He pulled me back up, hands cupping my face as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Bakugo…" he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

He pushed up my skirt, his hands tracing the curve of my hips, sending shivers down my spine. He found my clit, his fingers working magic that made me gasp and arch beneath him. The way he was touching me… it was like nothing I had ever felt before.

We spent the rest of the night exploring each other, discovering the edges of our desire. A push, a pull, a moan, a gasp, the room filled with raw emotion. When he finally entered me, the world exploded. It was painful, but the pain was drowned out by the sheer pleasure, the feeling of being completely, utterly consumed by him. I screamed his name, our bodies colliding in a primal rhythm.

We fell asleep tangled in each other's limbs, the weight of his arm heavy and comforting on my waist. As I drifted off, my mind was swirling. It was more than just sex. There was a connection, an intimacy that went beyond the physical.

That night, the world shifted again. We were no longer just friends, no longer trapped in the roles we had always played. We were something new, something chaotic, and maybe, just maybe, something real. The anger I had felt all day was gone, replaced with a strange sense of calm. I still don't know what the hell happened that night I became a girl, but I knew for sure that I wasn't alone in this now. I may have changed, but Kirishima's response was something that would change both of us. The world may have shifted, but we found something constant in the whirlwind.