Chapter 3 - Fake It Till You Make It

Uraraka felt Bakugo dig his nails into her back as he fisted her shirt tightly between angry hands. This was not good. Sparing a quick glance at her body, Uraraka took a deep breath and channeled her inner Bakugo - or what she thought he might do in a situation like this.

Cranking her head back, Uraraka gave Kirishima her chin. "Ha? Who the hell do you think you are to ask me what I'm doing?! Fuck off, hard head!"

Uraraka felt Bakugo whip his head toward her, his jaw slack with surprise. Uraraka gave him a quick glance. That was okay, right?

It was going to have to be for now. Keeping up her act, Uraraka assumed the identity of Bakugo. She squared her shoulders, puffed her broad chest, and stomped toward the crowd with 'Uraraka' slung over her shoulder. That's right. She was Bakugo. King Explosion Murder. She had to be mean and nasty, and no one could tell her otherwise! Or something like that…

In several long strides, Uraraka came to stand eye to eye with Kirishima. His red eyes filled with confusion and uncertainty. "Woah, man…chill out." His lips curled into a nervous smile and emitted a low chuckle. "Just…surprised to see you with Uraraka like that. What happened?"

Thats right, Uraraka realized. Kirishima was the closest to Bakugo; probably one of the few he actually considered a friend. How did he treat him usually? She wasn't around frequently enough to know exactly how close they were, but she did know enough about Bakugo to know he never backed down or showed any sign of weakness. She just had to get through in the most Bakugo way possible.

"None of your business," Uraraka decided to say. "Now move, you're in the way. I'm dropping Round Face back off in her room until she comes to her senses and puts something decent on before she runs outside with her ass hanging out." She jabbed a thumb toward the pink rump facing them for emphasis.

Perhaps she said a little too much, Uraraka realized, feeling Bakugo kick her in the thigh after her explanation. She was trying here! This much was his fault anyway for making such a fuss earlier. She was grateful that he kept his explosive mouth shut for now though.

"O-oh…" Kirishima nodded, his cheeks turning light pink as his eyes followed where her thumb pointed.

Asui and Yaoyorozu approached after Kirishima nervously stepped aside. Not wanting to become part of the accumulating tension, Kaminari, Tokoyami, Mina, and Jiro slipped past them into the common area. "Bakugo, we can take Uraraka back to her room from here," Yaoyorozu said, holding her hand out to take Uraraka from him. "It'll be more proper if we do it."

Uraraka hesitated. Part of her would definitely prefer if Yaoyorozu and Tsu kept an eye on her body to avoid suspicions if 'Bakugo' were to disappear into her room with her to change, but at the same time she didn't know how Bakugo would behave with the girls if she left his side.

The last thing she needed was him making an even bigger production in her body.

"Bakugo," Uraraka heard him say. "Put me down. I'll go with Fr-…" He coughed, hiding his insult and corrected himself, "Tsu and Yaomomo."

Seriously? Bakugo's unexpected cooperation surprised her, but told her that he must have calmed down enough to realize how delicate their situation really was. Against her better judgement, Uraraka decided to trust him. She put Bakugo back on his feet and nudged him toward the girls. "Fine by me. Take this deadweight off my hands already," Uraraka huffed, crossing her arms.

Yaoyorozu wrapped an arm around Bakugo's shoulders and began steering him back toward the girls dorms.

"Bakugo!" Iida exclaimed, stomping up next in line to confront the abrasive teen, his karate-chop arms in full swing despite it being first thing in the morning.

Oh no, Uraraka silently whined bracing herself for an earful. Only half listening to Iida's lecture about appropriate vs non-appropriate male/female contact and handling of these situations, Uraraka caught a glimpse of chocolate brown eyes staring back at her before vanishing around the corner.

—

"Wow, Ochaco," Tsu said as soon as they were safely out of earshot, "that certainly was surprising. Ribbit."

"I'll say," Yaoyorozu agreed. She walked slightly ahead of the other two, leading the way in a red t-shirt and a pair of matching red and white checkered pajama pants. Her black hair was left down from her characteristic pony tail and brushed against her shoulders as she walked. She cast a glance over her shoulder and frowned. "Are you feeling okay? I can't believe you'd try to go out in such a hurry dressed like that."

No, Bakugo thought bitterly to himself, I am not okay. He would be doing a lot better if they stopped running their mouths and just left him alone. He wanted to shout at them to mind their own damn business, but bit down on his tongue to keep his insults from flying.

After a moment, Bakugo realized the two girls were still waiting for him to reply and reluctantly choked out a simple, "I'm fine."

Tsu hummed beside him unconvinced. "Uraraka, I know he's our classmate, but you should be more careful around Bakugo, ribbit."

Now that surprised him. Bakugo glanced down at the shorter, frog-like female and arched a brow. "Why?" he asked.

"Are you serious?" Tsu croaked.

"Bakugo is foul-mouthed and cruel. Not to mention, he can hardly hold a conversation for more than a couple seconds without screaming out death threats. While I can acknowledge his abilities, I cannot condone his behavior toward his fellow classmates," Yaoyorozu ratted off.

Tch. What did she know? Though Bakugo couldn't deny he had the urge to scream a couple obscenities right now just listening to her. Did that make her right? The fuck if he cared. Bakugo resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the pampered princess and did his best to ignore her.

"Besides," she continued, "even though he says he was helping you, who knows what his true intentions were? You should keep your guard up around him."

Hah?! Bakugo snapped his head around, an angry stare in his eyes. Is that what they thought of him? He ached to feel the warm glow of his palms and the crackle of explosives ready to detonate. He didn't have a single interest in Round Face, or any of their classmates, for that matter. Even if he did, he wasn't some sort of sick fuck that would actually do something like that!

"Ochaco?" Tsu tipped her head to the side, confused by the anger etched on her face. "Ribbit?"

Seething, Bakugo gritted his teeth and forced a rather stiff smile onto Uraraka's lips. "You…" Bakugo took a deep breath, containing his anger. What would Uraraka say? He really had no idea. He hardly ever interacted with the girl! He recalled the image of her battered and bruised face as she challenged and pushed him during their fight at the Sports Festival, refusing to give up even when her body had quit on her. He remembered her sitting behind him in class, confronting him, unafraid, about his attitude toward Deku.

Bakugo acknowledged that he had no idea what Uraraka thought of him, but for some reason, he hoped it wouldn't be in the same opinion these two had of him. With that in mind, he tossed his chestnut brown hair over his shoulder and snapped, "If that's your opinion of Bakugo, then you clearly don't know him at all!"

Judging by the slack jawed stares Tsu and Yaoyorozu were giving him, he figured that was probably not the kind of response Uraraka would have given them.

Perhaps it was a bit too heated.

Perhaps he shouldn't stomp his way past them to Uraraka's room, stare at them from the door way, and declare, "I can get changed on my own," and shut the door in their faces.

Perhaps that wasn't very Uraraka-like at all, but he did it anyway.

"What got into her…?"

Bakugo heard the two mutter in confusion outside the door before walking away. That could have gone better. Grunting, Bakugo rummaged through Uraraka's closet, looking for something to wear. It was all so…so girly.

Considering it was her closet, he figured anything he picked would be fine. Unconcerned with being entirely fashionable for what would hopefully be his last hour in her body, Bakugo pulled a red and white U.A. hoodie out of the closet, a pair of jean shorts, and a plain white T-shirt.

That's where things got complicated.

Bakugo realized that in order to change, he was quite literally going to need to undress Uraraka's body. For some reason, Yaoyorozu's words came back with a harsh sting. He scrunched his eyes shut and huffed, "This is not my fault," as he began peeling away at her pajamas. He tugged her shirt on over his head and nearly killed himself while trying to get his feet into the leg holes of her shorts, wondering why he was even bothering to save her this shred of decency.

Once all her important parts were covered, Bakugo opened his eyes and was relieved to see he did it right the first time. He shrugged on the oversized U.A. Hoodie and ruffled his fingers through her chestnut bob. Soft…

Shaking his head, Bakugo retreated from the room and returned to the common area. More of their dorm mates had awoken now and were mingling around the kitchen and dining area for breakfast. He was pleased to see that no one was bothering Uraraka, who had chosen to sit in an arm chair by the window. She was playing her part fairly well, with a scowl on her face and both feet kicked up using the coffee table as a foot rest.

That is, until he saw her give the most demented looking scowl to Todoroki as he passed by with a faint 'good morning,' paused with a confused look on his face, and slowly walked away. They needed to get out of there now.

Catching Uraraka's eye, Bakugo gave a simple jerk of his head and began heading for the door. Uraraka met him by the gates a minute later, allowing enough time for them to slip out separately to avoid further suspicions.

"The hell was with that stupid constipated look you were giving Icy Hot?" Bakugo asked as they walked across campus towards the school. Given the fact that Aizawa normally turned up to class in a sleeping bag, it was reasonable to assume he didn't leave the school that often.

"Did it really look that bad? I was doing my best to try and act like you." Her pout lost its effect when portrayed through his face. "I didn't think I was doing all that bad."

Bakugo shuddered. "You gotta try harder than that."

Uraraka hummed. "What happened with Tsu and Yaomomo?" She asked, making Bakugo flinch. Suddenly, a bright pink scorched across her face and she rounded on him with horror in her eyes. "Ah, that's right! You changed my body this morning, didn't you? What did you do?!"

Now she chose to realize that?! "Oi, it was your idea in the first place!" Bakugo snapped, his own cheeks flaring up with a hot blush as he turned his head, glowering in the other direction. "I ain't that kinda guy, ya know!"

Bakugo shifted, feeling her scrutinizing stare on the back of his head. Quickly, Bakugo began to pick up the pace, uncomfortable with their current turn of events. "Hurry up, you idiot."

The sooner they got this over with, the better.

—

Just looking at his two young pupils put an aggravated twitch to his right eye. Had it been anyone other than these two, he might have passed it off as a sick, twisted joke at 8:30 in the morning. Sitting across from him, Uraraka Ochaco and Bakugo Katsuki had just finished explaining their rather eventful morning after waking up in each other's bodies.

This was a goddamn nightmare.

Aizawa reached for his ugly yellow sleeping bag, wishing to fall into any hole that would keep him from having to deal with the problem before him. This was not what he had signed up for when he agreed to come teach at U.A. High.

"Sensei, please help us!" Uraraka pleaded. It was a bizarre sight, watching 'Bakugo' clap his hands together and bow his head low while begging for help. Perhaps equally bizarre was watching the sweet 'Uraraka' whack him on the back of the head and start screaming obscenities.

"The fuck are you doing? Don't beg in my body you miserable piece of shit! I ain't no weak ass pi- "

"Alright, alright already. Bakugo, shut up." Aizawa held both hands up signaling for them to stop. The two quickly quieted down, leaving Aizawa in the silence he needed to think. An exhausted sigh left his lips. "Okay, I got the gist of what happened. At least we know this was caused by a quirk, but as for undoing it…I'm afraid that's out of my capabilities."

Their reverse reactions were almost comical. Uraraka in Bakugo's body looked horror struck, while Bakugo in Uraraka's body looked ready to murder.

"I suggest we bring in Recovery Girl and All Might-"

Bakugo slammed his hands on his knees and barked, "No way! Not All Might!"

Aizawa shot him a look that told him to control his temper. "Yes, All Might. Put your pride aside, Bakugo. The man has seen a lot in his time. Perhaps he knows a solution." Seeing Bakugo still seething in protest, Aizawa tacked on, "Or would you rather be a girl forever?"

That shut him up, thank God. Bakugo pouted off to the side, crossing his arms and slumping in his chair. Aizawa preferred it to his normal bark. "Wait here…"

—

An hour later, and neither Recovery Girl nor All Might had an immediate solution for them. Bakugo was beginning to feel like the world was playing a cruel joke on them. There was no way they were the first two students to have this happen to them in all their years as pros!

"What a predicament…" Recovery Girl scratched her head. She performed a medical exam and tried several safe healing remedies…all for naught. "Without knowing how this quirk operates, I'm afraid I can't suggest a viable solution," she concluded, irked at her inability to help the two students.

All Might had a look of concentration on his face making him appear more pessimistic than usual in his lanky, battered form. "I've faced one or two villains with body switching type quirks in the past, but I've never experienced or had to deal directly with the effects myself. Plus, all the ones I know of have been taken care of. I believe Recovery Girl is right. In order to solve this problem for young Bakugo and Miss Uraraka, we are going to have to locate the villain responsible." All Might turned to Bakugo. The angry blond, stuck in this feminine form, took note of the fist clenched tightly in his lap. A pang of guilt struck his core. He was causing trouble for All Might…again. "Young Bakugo, can you describe the villain you remember one more time."

Nodding his head, Bakugo complied, telling All Might and the others everything he could remember. Aizawa scratched his notes down on a scrap piece of paper.

"Alright," Aizawa said, folding the paper. "We'll get a search party out and locate this fiend as quickly as possible. In the meantime…" His bloodshot eyes hovered between Bakugo and Uraraka. "We need to decide how we're going to deal with your identity crisis."

Uraraka clapped her hands together in that signature begging pose. "Please, Aizawa-sensei, my parents will freak if they find out what happened!"

Bakugo, a bit more mildly than last time, reached over and grabbed Uraraka by the shoulder, forcing her to sit up straight. "I told you to stop begging in my body," he grunted at her. He had to agree though. "Yeah, I'd rather if my mom didn't know either…" For entirely different reasons, he was sure. She already had a shitty habit of reminding him the last two times he was cornered by villains. He didn't need to add a third encounter to her arsenal.

"If that's the case, that means that we'll need to keep your body switching on the down low," Aizawa concluded, surprisingly agreeing with their request to keep it a secret. "To be honest, it wont look very good for us, either, if word gets out. We will work as quickly as possible and will only tell key members of the staff about your unique predicament." He paused, announcing a few other factors to keep in mind. "There's also the issue of your classes. There's one month before finals. Unfortunately, we won't be able to give you two special treatment, meaning you'll have to figure out how to use each others' quirks effectively to keep up with the rest of the class."

All Might held up his hand. "That's fair, Aizawa, but I think we should cut them a little slack and take into consideration their in-class assignments. All written assignments should be easy enough to swap, at least in our classes."

Aizawa considered All Mights suggestion and nodded, deeming it reasonable. "Very well. With the exception of practical assignments, all written work handed in to All Might or myself will receive the proper grade. However, keep in mind, not everyone will know your identities are switched. I would make sure to do your best in those classes to keep your marks high."

Bakugo shot a glare over at Uraraka. He had high marks in all his classes, but the last he knew she was often seen in study and review groups with her group of friends. She better not mess up his perfect score!

"Well, do you two think you're up for it?" he asked.

Uraraka turned her head, meeting Bakugo's heated stare. His red eyes that once burned with a fiery passion now looked soft, yet determined under her control. The two turned to Aizawa and nodded their heads.

All Might stood, transforming into his muscle form. He gave them both a big thumbs up. "Thats the spirit! Rest assured, my young pupils. We heroes will find a solution to your problem in no time. Please, hang in there! Plus Ultra!" He gave them his shining grin before reverting back to his feeble form and coughing blood into his palm.

Bakugo twitched and Uraraka looked more concerned than motivated beside him.

"Yes, yes, plus ultra," Aizawa drawled. He waved the two toward the door. "You two had best hustle and finish getting ready. Class is in an hour."

Bakugo glanced at the clock on the wall seeing that they had exactly forty-five minutes to get ready for home room. Shit.

"Ah! Thank you!" Uraraka exclaimed. She quickly bowed to their teachers.

Bakugo sighed, but didn't correct her this time. Instead he tucked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans and nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, thanks," he muttered before following Uraraka back to the dorms. This was insane, he thought, watching her walk a couple paces ahead of him. He noticed a slight sway to his hips that he normally didn't have and twitched, not entirely aware of the bow-legged walk he was currently giving her.

They had a lot of work to do.

-Chapter 3 End-

I'm glad to see a lot of people are enjoying my story! So, let me know - is the point of view getting confusing for anyone? I'm trying to keep it as straightforward as possible in a body-switch fic! I will refer to Bakugo in Uraraka's body as Bakugo and the accompanying pronouns as "Him, his, he." Vice Versa for Uraraka. Just keep in mind they are body swapped and the only people aware of this are Aizawa, All Might, and Recovery Girl.

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