So, I know I'm currently working on two other fics right now, but my love for Kacchaco is so strong that I just had to start writing this idea. The will actually be my first time writing and posting a fic that is not Naruto based. It's a pretty big step for me! I hope you My Hero fans out there enjoy this and have as much fun reading as I do writing this! I apologize if things seem a little confusing as first as I get into the roll of body swapping Bakugo and Uraraka! This is my first time writing as them and I just hope I do these two justice!

As always, I love to hear my readers thoughts and critiques for improvement! I'll be keeping the rating of this at T, thanks to some adult themes and Bakugo's dirty mouth. Without further ado, here is chapter 1 of my very first My Hero fic. Do enjoy!

~SweetSugarStand


Kaachako - Reversal

Chapter 1 - Awakening

Shit!

Aizawa Shouta sprinted through the dense forest miles from U.A. High School in search of his two missing students. It wasn't supposed to go this way, but since when did anything seem to go as planned lately? He had taken the class on a routine training drill in the woods no more than twenty miles away from the school to work on some simulated find and rescue drills when, lo and behold, two unidentified villains decided to crash their training exercises.

At first glance, Aizawa didn't recognize their identities so he was unable to determine if they had any affiliation with the League of Villains. Their unclear motives would be revealed during further questioning by the police. Whatever their masterplan had been, it was foiled now, but not before they managed to separate Uraraka Ochako and Bakugo Katsuki from the rest of the group.

When they didn't return by the time Aizawa captured the villains, the exhausted first year teacher began to worry. The forest was too silent. For once, he actually hoped to hear the sound of Bakugo screaming profanities in the distance. He could only hope that the lack of explosions meant that his students hadn't encountered any further trouble. He turned the evildoers over to the police when they arrived and instructed his students to wait on stand-by until he returned with further instructions.

An unnatural flash of pink caught Aizawa's bloodshot eyes. He skidded to a halt, back tracking a couple steps and directed his line of sight upwards. There, tangled in the tree branches he found Uraraka's unconscious form. He carefully climbed the tree to her location and gently maneuvered her back to safety. Thank goodness he found one of them. Her condition didn't look grave. She suffered some minor injuries and perhaps a knock to the head, which would explain her unconsciousness, but nothing life threatening.

Now for Bakugo… Aizawa slung Uraraka over one shoulder and resumed his search for the explosive teen. Considering they had been thrown by the same force, it was safe to assume Bakugo couldn't have been cast too far away.

He found Bakugo in a similar condition to the young gravity manipulator except that he had broken clean through the branches and landed in a heap on top of a thorny bush. "Great…they're both out cold," Aizawa muttered after leaning down and giving Bakugo a firm shake. Grunting, he hoisted the boy over his other shoulder and began marching his way back to the rest of his class, grumbing, "I'm getting way too old for this shit."

Yellow-green curtains filtered the bright morning light through the bedroom that Bakugo Katsuki currently slumbered in, stirring him from his rest. Groggily, the boy peeled his eyes open and observed his surroundings though bleary eyes. Where the fuck am I…? Bakugo wondered, blinking to clear his vision. The last he remembered, he was being blasted through the trees. He landed, none too gently. Uraraka - he remembered calling to see if she was nearby…. Then what? Pain struck through his temples as he tried to recall last night's events.

Unable to piece together what happened next, Bakugo could only assume he was back in his room at U.A. Shit. How fucking pathetic. I couldn't possibly have passed out from some lame ass fucking attack as that! Rage pooled in his belly at his weakness. Something else must have happened, something he couldn't remember. Something intense!

Grabbing his sheets, Bakugo went to throw the green comforter off and froze. Wait. Green?! His sheets were gray. Bakugo whipped his head to the side, his eyes open wide as he realized something was wrong. This wasn't his room. He didn't own a stupid cactus plant that was sitting on the corner of 'his' desk or an oscillating floor fan (he kept his smaller portable fan on his desk)! A stupid map of the constellations hung beside the bed in place of his death metal posters. None of this, not a single piece of it was his!

Bakugo launched himself out of bed, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and nearly sent himself hurtling towards the floor as his ankle caught in the folds of the blankets. He caught himself before his face hit the floor and froze. His hands…were so small and smooth. Something tickled his nose, making him twitch. He fought the urge to sneeze and grabbed the strands of brown hair hanging from his scalp as he moved to sit back on his knees.

What…?

Bakugo's hands shook as he slowly turned his palms up and saw that tiny little pink pads covered his finger tips.

What the…?

There was only one person he knew with hands like this, with brown hair, and… Bakugo dreadfully lowered his gaze to the uncomfortably sized melons weighing down his chest. Boobs? His hands hovered around his - her - the chest that was very much not his!

"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK!"

Uraraka woke, startled, to the sound of her bedroom door being thrown open. There was a pause, in which Uraraka pushed herself up, clenching her eyes shut as pain shot through her head. What happened…? she wondered as feet stomped over to the side of her bed and two hands curled around the collar of her shirt.

"O-OI!"

Before she could process anything, Uraraka found herself being throttled and screamed at by a woman, making her headache even worse.

"Wake the fuck up!"

Uraraka blinked her eyes, reaching up and grabbing the woman's wrists.

"S-Stop," she gasped, tightening her grip as she tried to get a grasp on her surroundings. "What's going on?!" Uraraka found herself being shoved back and landed against the pillows with an 'oof'. Shaking her head, she sat back up and opened her eyes to see who woke her so violently.

She blinked once. Twice. Three times, trying to make sure she wasn't seeing things. There, standing over her with a menacing stare was… "Me?!"

The other her growled. "So, it is you, round face!"

Round face? Uraraka furrowed her brow, recognizing the insulting nickname instantly. Only one person was mean enough to call her that. "Ba-Bakugo…?" She asked, almost scared to know the answer.

There was an angry twitch in her look-a-like's brow. "Who the fuck else!"

Uraraka flinched, hearing the venom come so naturally from her own voice. "What - why…?" Uraraka paused, pressing a hand to the column of her throat, realizing that her voice was not her own. Her voice was deeper than she was used to. Swallowing thickly, she felt the Adam's apple in her throat that had never been there before.

No…

Uraraka threw the sheets aside and stared down at the black sweatpants and white t-shirt that covered a body that did not belong to her. She reached up, her hands patting the ash-blond spikes that covered her head.

No way…

Once again, she cast her eyes up at her own body that stood, seething before her as realization slapped her hard across the face.

"I'm…I'm you…" She whispered in a voice that was not her own.


Chapter 1 End