Kirishima

The smell of burnt chemicals still clung to my nostrils, a phantom scent from that infernal chemistry lab. One minute I was carefully adding solution B to A, the next, a miniature explosion rocked my world. I'd spent an hour cleaning up the mess, then barely managed to drag myself through the rest of my lectures. I figured the exhaustion was just from the incident, so I crashed as soon as I hit my dorm room. I remember dreaming of bubbling beakers and then… nothing.

I woke up to a bizarre body. My chest felt… full. My hips wider. The mirror confirmed it – I was a girl. I touched my face, tracing the softer lines of my jaw, the curve of my newly defined cheekbones. Panic clawed at my throat. This wasn't a dream. This was monstrously, terrifyingly real.

My first instinct was to call Bakugo. He answered on the third ring, growling a sleep-thick "What the hell do you want, Shitty Hair?" I managed, "Bakugo, you need to come over. Now."

When he stormed into my room around 5 AM, dark circles under his eyes, ready to unleash hell, his jaw dropped. His usual scowl morphed into a stunned silence as he took in the sight of me. For once, the explosion of curses didn't come.

The next few weeks were a blur. Bakugo, surprisingly, was there. He helped me navigate this new, foreign world. He chased off pervs with a glare that could wilt steel, he helped me pick out clothes, and even just offered advice on weird girl things I had no clue about. We didn't talk about the how or why, just the what. I was a girl, and for now, that's all that mattered. He even got used to calling me 'Shitty Hair' in a slightly less mocking tone.

Three weeks passed. I still hadn't changed back. That was terrifying enough, but then came the other changes. My body, this new female body, was starting to act up. It started with a strange warmth, a pressure between my legs, a constant thrum that made me feel...odd.

We were in his dorm, watching some mindless action flick, when it hit. The warmth became a burning heat, a twisting sensation deep within me. My breath hitched, and I shifted, trying to ease the ache. I felt a dampness spread, an unnerving slickness. I excused myself to the bathroom, heart hammering, and stared into the mirror, horrified. The reflection showed a flushed face, wide eyes, and the damning evidence of my arousal. Then I glanced down. There it was. A mess between my legs.

I was about to panic when I noticed it - a new problem. I looked back at the doorway to his dorm, there on his expensive couch was a huge, dark wet spot. Everything I did was a mess now. I had to somehow sort this out. I took a few deep breaths. I can do this. Right?

I plastered a fake smile on my face, returning to his room. "Everything okay?" Bakugo asked, his voice sharp. He knew. He damn well knew.

My lie fell apart before I could even get it out. I ended up spilling everything. The heat, the weirdness, the dampness between my legs. Bakugo just sat there for a second, his eyes wide. Then, a strange mix of shock, and… something else… softened his features. He finally said, "You feel… weird?"

I nodded miserably. "Yeah. Horny. And wet. It's awful."

His gaze dropped to me. "You... want help with that, Shitty Hair?" He said it so calmly that if I didn't know him I would think he didn't care.

I looked at him, fear battling with a new, unexpected need. I nodded, a shaky yes catching in my throat.

He stood, his back to me for a second, then he was down on his knees, lifting the hem of my skirt, his hot gaze piercing me. The touch of his lips, his tongue flicking against my skin, sent a shockwave through me. My body clenched, all the built-up tension exploding into a blinding, thrilling climax. I could barely breathe, barely stay conscious.

Then he was lifting me, turning me over, a hard slap echoing on my ass. "You like that, Shitty hair?"

Before I could answer, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me with a fierce heat that pushed me to the edge of sanity. He was huge, and with each thrust, each dominant movement, I cried out, my voice raw with pleasure. I'd never felt anything like this, this absolute surrender to raw, animalistic need.

The room was filled with our panting breaths, our bodies slick with sweat, the world outside fading into a distant blur. It was a mess, it was consuming, it was perfect. And for the first time since this nightmare began, I felt...found.