Pain. Lots and lots of pain. Even during her worst days of overworking to finish her manuscript, she's never suffered this kind of pain before. Back then it was neck pains and a fever, but the pain right now felt like someone was drilling her head with an electric drill. Groaning, Kamiko slowly opened her eyes. "Katsu...ki..." she recognized the handsome looking man sleeping in front of her. A sudden jolt of pain in her head caused her to hiss in pain as she held her head.

Kamiko slowly sat up, groaning from the migraine. Suddenly, with a creak sound, the bedroom door opened. Bakugou came walking in. "I told you not to drink that much, here, drink this," he handed her a cup of hot tea.

"Thanks..." she muttered as she took the tea in her hand. She gently blew on the steaming hot liquid. Wait. She halted. She looked down to her right, where Bakugou was laying down, asleep, then she looked up to her left, where Bakugou stood with his hands on his waist.

"What?" he asked her.

Kamiko looked to the right again, then to the left, her index finger pointing at each Bakugous. "Wha-"

"Oh, him," Bakugou clicked his tongue.

Kamiko's jaws dropped. From Bakugou's reaction, he seemed to know that there was another one of him sleeping next to her. That can't be right. She quickly jumped out of bed, nearly spilling the hot tea over herself. On the bed, the other Bakugou let out a soft groan as he stirred from his sleep. "Oh, Babe, you're awake?"

Babe?! Who the hell is Babe?! Kamiko pointed to the Bakugou crawling from the bed as she tried to get words out of her mouth.

"W-What the hell is going on?!" she finally exclaimed. Kamiko stumbled backwards, Bakugou quickly rushed behind her and caught her before she could trip over her feet. Kamiko looked up at the Bakugou holding her, and quickly pushed away from him. "Y-You're not fake are you?"

Bakugou shot her a glare, but he couldn't blame her for suspecting his identity. He calmed himself down by letting out a sigh. "Sit down, it's a long story."

Kamiko sat on the edge of the bed obediently as Bakugou started to explain what had happened after she passed out last night.

...

Bakugou kicked his shoes off at the entrance of his apartment after he got home. After turning on the hallway lights he quickly rushed Kamiko to the bathroom and set her in front of the toilet. On cue, the woman emptied her stomach. Bakugou let out a sigh of relief knowing his clothes were safe.

He gently rubbed her back, eyes softening. "Geez, you're gonna get a hangover when you wake up tomorrow." After Kamiko was finished, Bakugou lifted her up to the sink. "Now rinse your mouth."

Half awake, Kamiko did as she was told, perfectly obedient, following Bakugou's instructions as he led her to bed. He plopped her down and took off her shoes. Her clothes were still reeking with the smell of barbecue and alcohol, so he had to get her out of it. However, Bakugou hesitated. They may be dating, but he only ever saw her naked once. He can't take advantage of her in this situation, but he can't just let her wear these clothes to sleep either...

He took a deep breath. I'll just keep my eyes closed. He closed his eyes and reached down, slowly, unbuttoning the front of her shirt. After unbuttoning the top three buttons, he slipped the shirt over her head and undid her bra as well. Then he took one of his shirts, and pulled it over her head. His shirt was just enough to cover her up to mid thighs. After getting her changed, he pulled the blankets over her, tucking her in.

"She asleep?" Bakugou turned around when he heard his own voice, eyes widened at the man who shared his face and identity. Even now, it all felt like a dream.

"Yeah."

The other Bakugou nodded as a soft smile spread over his face. He walked over to the closet, taking off his clothes. "What do you think you're doing?" Bakugou demanded.

"Getting ready for bed, of course. Aren't you gonna change too?"

Bakugou frowned. "You're not actually planning on staying with us are you?"

"Where else would I stay? Don't forget, I'm technically you."

Bakugou ruffled his hair in annoyance. This is all due to that stupid fucking quirk. "Tch. Fine. You go sleep on the couch."

The other Bakugou crossed his arms. "Hah?! Why should I sleep on the couch? That's my bed too you know."

"Quit your whining. A fake should just act like a fake. Know your damn place."

"Katsuki?" The two of them turned to the bed when they heard their names. A pair of cloudy silver orbs gazed at the two of them in confusion. Kamiko's face was still flushed red from the alcohol. "Huh? Aha...There're two Katsukis," the young woman slurred into a fit of giggle.

"Kamiko/Shithead!" The two Bakugou's gasped as she climbed out of bed, wobbling as she made her way towards them. Bakugou stretched his hands out, stepping forward while his girlfriend fell into his arms. "Careful, idiot."

"Kamiko, are you okay?" the other Bakugou grabbed Kamiko by the arm, supporting her upright.

"Ehehehe~" Kamiko simply giggled childishly. "There're two Katsukis... I must be in heaven!" She jumped up, wrapping her arms around the other Bakugou's neck.

"What the hell are you saying?" Bakugou sighed.

The Bakugou in Kamiko's arms grinned, a soft content blush forming on his cheeks. He placed his hands over her waist, kissing her softly on the forehead. "Then, Kamiko, dearest. Which Katsuki do you wanna sleep with tonight?" he asked.

"Both of you!" Kamiko jumped with her arms in the air.

...

"I...really said that?" Kamiko clutched her head. Why can't she remember anything? Kamiko doesn't normally drink this much, and according to her friends she's quite the boring drunk, so hopefully she didn't do anything outrageous.

She looked up at the Bakugou standing in front of her, who looked obviously annoyed, and then at the one behind her, who simply smiled gently, as if he wasn't bothered the slightest by the current situation. She swallowed the large amount of saliva in her mouth. But this situation... Isn't it a little...cliche? Her eyes trailed along his face, down to his collarbone, then his bare chest. H-Hold on... Don't tell me- She looked down at herself, and when she realized she wasn't in her clothes from yesterday, but Bakugou's oversized shirt, she panicked.

She glanced back and forth at the two Bakugous in the room. Well built biceps, defined abs, sturdy pecks... Her heart began to race. Holy shit Kamiko... Don't tell me you took on both of them last night. I mean that's insanely hot but you can't possibly- "K-Kamiko you're bleeding!" The clone Bakugou exclaimed, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?" Kamiko suddenly noticed something liquidy flowing down from her nose. She gently brushed her fingers over, only to stain it in red. "Shit!" She quickly covered her nose up with both hands. Ahhh! This is so embarrassing! A nosebleed?! You gotta be kidding me! I thought that was only possible in anime!

"Agh you fucking idiot!" Bakugou grabbed Kamiko by the waist, lifting her up over his shoulder.

"Ka-" Kamiko gasped as Bakugou carried her out into the bathroom. "Ow!" She let out a cry as her head hit the door frame above.

"Idiot, that's what you get for struggling," Bakugou growled as he set her down by the sink. "Hold your nose over the sink, pinch your nose bridge."

"Kamiko, I brought tissues!" Kamiko eyed the doorway at the other Bakugou, who's eyes were full of worry and pain, as if he were the one suffering from a nosebleed.

"Thanks Katsuki," she muttered gratefully as she took the box of tissues from him, teared the tissue paper in half, stuffing each in one nostril. "Now that I think about it, it's kind of weird to have two Katsukis. But I can't call you Katsuki Nigou since that's taken by your dog."

"He can be Katsuki Sangou," Bakugou huffed.

"Ah but Sangou just sounds a little rude..."

"Then he can be Sangou," the other Bakugou pointed at the original.

"Hah?!"

Somehow, seeing them argue like this...is kind of hot. Kamiko gulped. Ah shit I feel like my nose bleed is getting worse, the tissue is all soaked. She quickly bent over the sink again and switched out the blood stained tissue for clean ones. She's familiar with this situation, for it often occurs in those cliché otome games. Normally this route would lead to a spicy special event of a three- Ahem! No no no Kamiko. Get your mind out of the gutters. She shook the idea out of her head. But two Katsukis... Suddenly, a bizarre, rather, completely insane idea came into her mind. Katsuki...x...Katsuki...

Blood gushed out of her nostrils like a water fountain, but she could no longer notice. Kamiko turned around, placing a hand on each of the Bakugous' shoulders. "Katsuki, no, Katsukis, I have a request of a lifetime."

The two Bakugous stared at the young silver haired woman who kept a straight face as her nose bled a horrifying amount of blood. Sweat started building up on both of their foreheads, their brows slightly furrowed as their eyes widened. Somehow, they both had a bad feeling about this...

Five minutes later, both Bakugou's pondered the same question as they gazed into each other's eyes. Why did I agree to this?

Was it the puppy dog eyes? Or just simply the fact that he can't bear to say no to her? How did it end up like this?

"Kyaaa! Yes! Hold that position! Yes! Katsuki lean closer. No tilt your head a little to the left! YES! Like that!"

Bakugou's arms felt sore from planking over himself. He averted his gaze, for he couldn't bear the look of both disappointment and disgust in his own eyes. His other self hooked his own hands around Bakugou's neck. He also couldn't make himself meet Bakugou's gaze. Neither of them had breakfast, but he felt like he could throw yesterday's dinner up.

The camera shutter sound repeated over and over again. Kamiko moved around the room, taking pictures in every possible angles. She moved so fast that Bakugou nearly asked her if she had super speed.

"Amazing! This is exactly what I needed! This is so perfect! Next-...pose..." The silver haired young woman raised a thumb at the two, but as she finished her sentence, her vision started to blur. The two Bakugou's laying on his bed turned into four, then eight. The floor suddenly grew really close to her face.

"KAMIKO!" The next thing Kamiko knew, everything went black.

The two Bakugous hovered over the artist, who was already unconscious. "Kamiko, Kamiko wake up!" the fake Bakugou gently shook her by the shoulders. The original Bakugou placed the back of his hands to her cheek, which were cold to the touch.

"Anemia. She lost too much blood," he noted. "She'll be fine if she just gets some rest."

The two let out a sigh of relief, though they didn't know whether they were relieved that Kamiko was okay or that she finally knocked herself out. Bakugou knew something like this was bound to happen when he signed himself up for a fujoshi girlfriend, but he never would have thought that she would pair him up with himself!

He stared at his own clone as he picked Kamiko up, and placed her back on the bed. First, I have to do something about him, Bakugou ruffled his own hair and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

A/N: This isn't the best chapter I've written and it kinda shows lmao. I'm entering the second to last week of college and I'm preparing for finals and my grad thesis, so I haven't had time to really sit through and focus on writing. Please think of this chapter and the upcoming few as a filler arc and a transition into the next arc.