It wasn't as hard to break in to the prestigious U.A. High School as the facility's directors would lead you to believe. By purely physical means? Yeah sure, that was basically impossible. The U.A. Barrier was some tough stuff, even All Might himself probably couldn't bust it down too easily. That was all the villains these day's problems. They thought they needed to put on some sort of show.

Dokujimaru Koukan wasn't one of those types of villains. He was more practical. Dokujimaru didn't particularly stand out, which worked for him. He was about average height with a slim build and short black hair. The thing that stood out most about him was his blank white eyes, hidden behind a set of shaded glasses. Yes, he was blind. He'd worked past it, though. He had a bit of inspiration from a hero in one of those old pre-quirk comic books. He liked this hero because he worked hard even with a normally debilitating handicap and then fought crime. Dokujimaru was inspired by the idea of heroes but wasn't exactly enamored by those of today. He supposed he was similar to Stain in that ideology. These days anyone with a powerful quirk and a bit of smarts thought they were fit to be a hero, but they weren't really heroes. Unlike Stain, who just wished to destroy those who wore the false identities of heroes, he wanted to help mold them. He wanted to weed out those truly unfit to own the title.

So that's why he was on his way to U.A. As seen in Sports Festival and other incidents, those kids in class 1-A were made of some stuff. How durable was that stuff, though? If they were set back in a certain way could they still rise above a crippling blow? He was going to find out.

A few minutes later he arrived at the large intimidating gate that stood ever so dauntingly in front of the hero school. He held up an I.D. card that was scanned and accepted. A camera popped out of a wall and scanned his face, also accepted. The gate opened up, and he strode on through the front doors of U.A. High School. A woman sat at a desk, papers scattered around her, examining her nails. When she heard his footfalls, her head perked up and she smiled in his direction.

"Hello, Soujito. What are you up to today?" She chirped, presuming that she had known the person in front of her for years.

"Oh, you know, just making the rounds." Dokujimaru responded with a gruff voice, and a crooked smile.

"Uh huh, and how're the kids?" She asked, trying to keep up the chatter that secretaries do.

"Oh, the same as always. You know how Seiketshi is, the little troublemaker." The woman gave a sympathetic nod, "Well, these floors aren't going to sweep themselves" He said as he brandished a broom and let out a hearty laugh. You didn't necessarily need a flashy and destructive quirk to be a villain. Sometimes you just needed a few key skills. Such as being a fairly competent spy and having extensive knowledge of makeup and disguises. Hard skills to have when you can't see what you're putting on your face, but he'd made his way. He'd kept an eye on Soujito the janitor for months, tracking his life, learning his schedule, practicing his voice and personality quirks.

He took a quick little trip to the breaker room and set a little homemade device on one of the switches. Then he made his way up to the bathroom to wash off his makeup and have a little fashion change. He walked out wearing a white suit with two black arrows, one snaking its way up his right leg, racing up his side, and curling around his arm. The other arrow on his left side did the same only pointing in the opposite direction. Around his eyes was wrapped a black bandana, and with the change underway he set off for Class 1-A. He opened up the door and strode inside, like it was his natural born right to be in that room.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Came the voice of Shouta Aizawa, the hero known as Eraser Head. His tired eyes held suspicion and concern. Dokujimaru examined the classroom, all of the student's eyes were wide in bewilderment. Save one Katsuki Bakugo, who gave him a deadly glare. The teenager's normal greeting, of course. Earlier he'd expressed the sentiment that he wasn't one of the villains who enjoyed putting on a show, but he just couldn't help it by this point.

"I'm glad you asked! I've taken to calling myself Switch-Up, and I'm here to change your lives!" Dokujimaru boasted.

"You don't have clearance to be in this building, explain yourself and maybe the authorities will let you off a little easily." Aizawa grunted indifferently, though he'd taken to positioning himself defensively in front of the students.

"The clearance?" Dokujimaru held up the I.D. card he'd stolen from Soujito, "Check up on your janitors often?" Aizawa merely grunted. "You see I'm just like you. I'm just here to make sure your students really deserve to be called heroes." He held up his hands, as if he was about to make an offensive move. Aizawa's eyes flashed, his capture weapon floated readily around his neck. "Right your quirk! I did a bit of studying up on it. Originally, I thought I'd have some sort of natural immunity being blind and all, but that's not the case, right? The only things that can really stop it are you blinking, unlikely, or an obstruction in your vision." He grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers. The lights went out. Eraser Head was an underground hero, it was really hard to get that information.

"Check up on your breakers often?" Before any more moves could be made, Dokujimaru set about his plan. To do this, he merely clapped his hands together, and when all was said and done he made his escape.


Aizawa blinked as the lights flickered back to life. The man that had come in was gone, he'd presumed as much would happen. He'd alerted the authorities and other staff as soon as he'd stepped into the classroom, of course. He was trying to keep the man talking until someone else arrived, he didn't know what the man could or would do and he needed to quickly assess the situation. Not quickly enough, evidently. The first thing he did with his sight restored was a quick sweep of the classroom to make sure all of the students were present and unharmed. The first thing he noticed was that they seemed to be missing a student and gained an extra one.

"Todoroki, are you here?" Aizawa asked calmly. Todoroki, for his part, was confused. He was sitting in the exact same place he was before. He raised his hand in acknowledgement of the question.

"I'm right here, sir." However, when Todoroki raised his hand he didn't see it. He knew it was there, he could feel its presence and the simple fact that it was attached to his body. The major problem was that he couldn't see his hand.

"Holy shit, Todoroki is invisible." Kirishima said quietly, in awe and disbelief. His words made Aizawa jump back to what seemed to be an extra student. Situated in seat number 16, Toru Hagakure.

"Hagakure, raise your hand." Aizawa commanded. In as much bewilderment as the rest of the class, the invisible girl raised her hand. Only it wasn't invisible, her pale flesh was visible to the human eye just as anyone else's was. Hagakure could see strands of her curly dark orange hair hanging in front of her eyes.

"Oh my god, Hagakure is hot." Came from none other than Mineta. Hagakure managed to blush and sneer at his comment at the same time.

"Mineta, dude, what's up with your hair?" Kaminari asked. Mineta cast a look at Kaminari that he was rather used to, one that marked him as an idiot.

"Uh, it's sticky, you know that dude! What do you need an -" Mineta cut himself off as he went to grab one of the balls of his head for an example, only to be met with normal dark purple strands of curly hair, "What..." Mineta gawked, feeling around his head for its normal ball like texture. Instead he found two long earphone jacks hanging from his ears. "What the fuck?!" Mineta all but screeched. Jiro felt at her own ears only to find they were as normal as the rest of the class, which worried her greatly, but not as much as what worried her about the classmate sitting next to her.

"Shoji, don't freak out or anything, but you're missing like four arms." Jiro said carefully. Shoji looked down at his arms to indeed discover that he had only two of them. He said no words but his eyes widened with fear.

"HOLY SHIT AOYAMA YOU HAVE SIX ARMS!" Ashido screamed, taking a step away from the boy that set next to her. At the revelation that he did indeed have six arms, Aoyama promptly fainted. In taking her few steps away from him, Ashido discovered that her legs felt bulkier than usually. She reached down to feel at her calf, "Is this metal?" Ashido soon discovered that there were multiple exhaust pipes protruding from the back of her legs.

"You know what, today's a bit too weird for my taste. I'm gonna hit the dorms and go to sleep." Kaminari offered and stood up. This seemed like a solid plan to a few of the students until they watched Kaminari fall over due to the fact that he was unable to drag along the added weight of the tail that was suddenly attached to his backside. Ojiro's hands immediately shot to his backside as well, biting back a scream as he discovered he was missing an appendage. Everyone was on edge after what had just transpired, fewer and fewer words flew around the classroom.

"Hey, Bakubro, you've been pretty quiet throughout this ." Kirishima spoke softly. Bakugo growled, and fully intended to say something along the lines of 'I told you not to call me that you shitty haired bastard!', but when he opened his mouth all that happened was that an extremely long tongue fell out of his mouth and onto his desk. The class fell silent. Everyone was too afraid after that to speak. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Iida raised his hand in a stiff robotic motion.

"Sir, I'm sure we're all thinking things of a similar caliber, but can we have your thoughts on this situation?" He asked tersely. Aizawa's eyes were even heavier than usual, and a deep sigh erupted from his throat.

"This is an example of an extremely rare type of quirk, and a powerful one at that. One that can switch people's DNA regardless of whether or not it physically affects your body." Aizawa looked down, breathing in slowly. "To put it simply, all of you have each other's quirks, they've been switched."


HEYOOOO. It's me, that guy who starts new stories without working on his other ones. That's just how I operate, if I could change my work ethic I would. Anyways this is an idea I've had for a while. I kinda wanted to take the old "Oh no, everyone's powers have been switched around, but don't worry it's just an omake and will be resolved by the end of the episode" trope and take a new, more permanent spin on it. Thanks for reading, do that thing ya'll do now.