A scruffy man with a beer belly and sweat-stained, white T-shirt sat across from the detective. He sat straight with legs together and dirty hands crossed delicately in his lap. They wrung each other nervously. He bit his lip and then recoiled, like there was a bad taste in his beard.

"You… please tell me you believe me," he asked nervously, subconsciously batting his eyes at the detective.

"I do," Tsukauchi responded. "Now tell me-" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a worn photograph, unfolding it on the table and using two fingers to slide it across to the man opposite him. "Do you recognize this man?"

The man's eyes widened when he saw the picture of the handsome, clean-shaven, young businessman. He gingerly grabbed the photograph, holding it up to his eyes with both hands, elbows tucked securely to his bulging sides.

"Yes," he finally spoke, pushing the photograph back to the detective. "Yes I recognize him. We… we had a few drinks and then… then we went to a hotel and… and… Oh god." The man pressed his face, shiny with oil, into his hands and shook his head. "He seemed so nice… it was just going to be a one time thing but I was okay with that—I'm not looking for commitment. It was all so normal… mostly. I had a good time but he… what did he do to me?" The man looked to the detective with despair in his beady eyes.

"It's going to be alright, Ma'am," Tsukauchi assured. "Other women have come to us in the same predicament. Every single one of you had sexual contact with this man, Daichi Kasuya, within days of finding yourself with a man's body. Rest assured that we are triangulating his location and believe we will capture him soon. Once we have him, we can learn how his quirk works and how to reverse its effects. In the meantime, we are here for you for whatever you need. Let us know if you need us to contact your work, family—whoever. I know this is an uncomfortable situation. We have counselors here to speak with you if you need."

The man had begun to cry and sniffled as he spoke. "Thank you, Detective. Please, please find him."

"We'll do our best, Ma'am. Now, where was the last place you saw this man?" he prodded.

"Um… Flower View hotel on 3rd st. Before that it was Thirst, a nearby bar." The man curled his hand behind his ear, pushing back long hair that wasn't there.

"Thank you, Ma'am. You're free to go. Please contact us if you come into contact with this man again."

"Of course, Detective. Thank you," he spoke shyly as he stood from the chair and went to leave the detective's office.

"Wait a second, Ma'am?" Tskauchi called after him, thinking.

"Yes, Detective?" he asked softly.

"You said… you said that your night was mostly normal. What did you mean by that?"

"Oh, um…" The man crossed his arms across his plush chest. "He… asked me to spit on him." His pale skin reddened.

"Did you?"

"... yes."

"I hope we run into that fucking perv Aizawa-sensei warned us about. I want to punch his disgusting face in." Ashido spoke angrily to the group of class A students walking to find a cheap place to eat, most everyone nodding in agreement. Kirishima punched his open palm, as if displaying what he wanted to do to the man.

"I totally get your feelings," Yaoyorozu said, "but I'd really rather not have to deal with someone like that. Those women he did that to… can you imagine waking up in a random man's body?" She shivered. "They have to shower, go to the bathroom, sleep, all in a foreign body of the opposite sex. Not to mention not even knowing what happened to their own body. It feels so violating." She hugged her arms across her chest, a look of distaste on her face.

Iida put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Aizawa-sensei said the police are close on his tail. Trust in our system and know that those women will have their bodies back soon. Regardless, we're in this group for protection. Even if we happened to come across this man, we have power in numbers. Let us just relax and enjoy the night."

Yaoyorozu flashed a tentative smile. "I know you're right. It still just… grosses me out."

Midoriya squeezed her arm, trying to be comforting but feeling like he was failing.

"Can we shut the fuck up about some weak-ass loser and get some food? I'm goddamn starving," Bakugou shouted down the city street, not caring about the people who started at the sudden yell.

"Yeah, c'mon!" Kaminari said cheerfully. "There's this ramen place a few blocks down that's the tits."

"What kind of tits?" Mineta asked, drooling. "Big, beautiful, bouncing tits? Or cute, perky litt-" Ashido's foot met the back of his neck with a crunch.

"Die," she spoke as she trampled the little purple body.

"I saw… your panties," Mineta said dreamily and Uraraka held Ashido back from stomping his brains in.

"Yo, guys, this is it! Oh god, I can't wait." Kaminari happily ran into the little ramen shop on the brightly lit street.

"Thirst?" Hagakure asked inquisitively as she looked at the neon sign for the building next to the little shop. "God, what a horny name for a bar."

"Yeah, Mineta, why don't you go in there and leave the rest of us in fucking peace," Ashido said as she walked into the ramen shop.

"Only if one of you fine ladies wants to join me," Mineta said, holding a tiny hand out to Ashido.

"Die," she said as she kicked him in the face.

The ten of them sat down at the bartop, lucky that the place was so empty. There were only two other people in the small shop, a handsome, upright looking man and a beautiful, sultry woman. It was warm and the shop smelled of pork and miso, instantly comforting all of the students as they looked over the menu. Midoriya breathed in heavily and couldn't help the smile that overcame his face in anticipation of the deliciousness to come.

"Stop smiling like a fucking idiot, nerd," Bakugou barked, making the green-haired boy flinch. "Fucking embarrassing."

"I-I can't help my face, Kacchan," Midoriya stuttered out, hunching his shoulders and bringing the menu closer to his face.

"Don't let him bully you like that, Midoriya," Ashida said, pointing chopsticks between the boy's doe eyes. "At this point you could kick his ass with a hand tied behind your back. Stand up for yourself."

"What the fuck was that?" Bakugou shouted, standing from his chair and white-knuckling the bartop.

"You heard me," Ashido countered. "Or did Midoriya shatter your eardrums last time he kicked your ass?"

"That's fucking it. Get the fuck outside, Deku, I'm beating your shit in." He had fire in his eyes and his hands crackled with tiny explosions.

Midoriya looked to Ashido with despair. "Ashido… why do you do this to me?"

"Because, deep down, you still don't think you're as good as Bakugou but you are. He's the only one who can't admit that." She stuck her tongue out at Bakugou who went to grab Midoriya by the collar.

Iida's stern hand shot out to catch Bakugou's wrist. "Bakugou, please, sparring outside of class is not prohibited. As class president I'm asking you to sit down." Iida pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not going to spar with him, I'm going to kick his goddamn ass," Bakugou growled at Iida.

"All the more reason for you to sit back down and leave Midoriya alone."

Bakugou's face scrunched in anger and frustration, knowing how much trouble he would get into if he got in a fight outside of school.

"Tch." He glared daggers at Midoriya's meek face before returning to his seat.

Everyone returned to looking over the menu and eventually they all ordered their favorites. Ten huge bowls were filled with generous amounts of steaming broth, juicy meats, and fresh and pickled veggies. A gooey egg was placed on each and the students' mouths watered when the bowls were placed in front of them. They all gripped the sides of their bowls, almost too hot to touch, and breathed in the overwhelming smell of comfort. They dug in, barely speaking because while chewing one bite all they could think about was taking the next. Soon, bowls were being lifted and the last pools of broth were eagerly slurped up. Sighs of contentment filled the space.

"That. Was. Incredible," Hagakure commended.

"I just want to bathe in that broth," Ashido said. "Slap some chashu over my eyes like cucumbers and have the juice drip into my mouth."

Mineta was shaking. "I'll drip… my juice in your-" Ashido slammed his head into the bartop.

"I swear to fucking god, this kid." Ashido shook her head. "C'mon, Momo, I know you're freaked but making fun of Mineta will definitely make you feel better." The pink girl looked over to the seat where Yaoyorozu was sitting, but found that she wasn't there. "Momo? Guys! Guys, where the fuck is Momo?!" She stood from the bartop and looked around before running into the bathroom. Her voice came muffled from the bathroom, yelling for her friend. She ran out exasperated. "Guys, she's not here." Ashido was shaking, out of breath.

"Quickly," Iida said calmly. "Let us leave and start searching. She can't have been gone long. I'll call Aizawa-sensei and inform him of the situation." He began pressing his phone screen.

"Everyone, stick together," Midoriya spoke. "If she was taken, there's a reason they took her alone. We should have power in numbers, let's not lose that advantage."

They hurriedly shuffled out of the shop, looking around for a trace of their friend. The street was bustling, but there were plenty of small, quiet alleyways that someone could have disappeared down. Yaoyorozu was nowhere in sight.

"Damn," Kaminari gritted. "I wish Jirou or Shouji had come. Fuck, where do we go?"

"I know." A determined voice came from a small body.

"What?" Kaminari asked Mineta who had begun sniffing the air.

"I know where she went. I can… I can smell her scent." He breathed in deeply through his nose.

"Oh my fucking god, Mineta, you disgusting little creep!" Ashido yelled with knit brows and tense lips.

"Do you want to find her or not?" Mineta asked as he stormed down the street, weaving through people's legs towards an unknown destination.

"I… If this works… Mineta should be captured along with that fucking perv," Hagakure spat.

"Let's just follow him," Midoriya conceded, beginning to run down after the small boy. "It's the only lead we have!"

The group of nine sped down the street, parting the crowds as they went, until they caught up with Mineta. The determined purple boy ran with his nose in the air, taking quick, deep breaths. His eyes widened and he B-lined down a dark alleyway, covered in trash and smelling of urine. He ran until he reached the front of a warehouse with a large, metal shutter normally used to allow big machinery in and out. It was rusty and a padlock secured it closed.

"Mineta," Kirishima spoke as he approached the latch, hardening a hand and ripping off the padlock. "If she's not in there, you're dead. And if she is in there… you belong in fucking prison."

"Oh, she's in there." Mineta breathed in deeply. "And she's sweaty."

Kirishima looked to the little boy with disgust. "Seriously, dude. Why are you like this?" Kirishima shook his head and looked to the group. "I'm gonna open it, you guys ready?"

Everyone muttered their agreement, not wanting to alert any enemy.

"Here we go!" Kirishima ripped the shutter upward and it clattered angrily into its holding.

Inside was a large, open space, empty except for three figures. Vaguely, Mirdoriya recognized the two people standing over an unconscious Yaoyorozu as the couple that was with them in the shop. The two looked surprised but the woman's face of shock quickly turned to a smirk and, before any of the kids could figure out why, their vision started to fade, their bodies struggling to keep balance as they lost consciousness.

It was cold and hazy. Katsuki wanted to go back to sleep. He opened his eyes with effort and tried to look around the fuzzy space but only managed to loll his head to the left. He looked down a line of class A students, all tied up on the floor of the warehouse he suddenly remembered them entering. They were all either still unconscious or groggily looking around like he was. His body felt heavy and he struggled to even flex his muscles against the ropes binding him. Only sparks came from his hands.

"Well well, it looks like you're all starting to come to," a voice spoke, far away and fading in and out of Katsuki's senses. Katsuki managed to move his eyes in the direction of the voice and saw a man, tall and sleek in a 3-piece suit, walking down the line of students. "To be so lucky and misfortunate at the same time," the man sighed, "God must love toying with me. You see, I recently came into contact with my lovely assistant here," he gestured graciously to the buxom blonde beside him, "who just makes my job so much easier. Your sweet friend here," a long, slim finger with a shiny nail lifted Yaoyorozu's chin, the girl barely able to turn down her lips in disgust, "would've gone for a pretty penny. A very pretty penny indeed." He paused as he sneered at Yaoyorozu. "However, you all following her here complicates things. You see, I recognize you kids now. I do. That sports festival, so exciting, wasn't it? You're all incredibly skilled, I'm sure, but a little too high-profile for my needs. So I'm just going to leave you all with a little parting gift, alright? Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, I just don't want any of you using whatever quirk helped you find us in the first place, alright? So just sit still and relax. Although I suppose you don't have a choice in the matter, do you?" He chuckled with a charming grin. "David, keep them under enough that they can't bite me, but keep them conscious, please." He smiled sweetly to the woman and she nodded in affirmation.

A dark feeling surged beneath Katsuki's abdomen as he watched, unable to move, as the man started at the other end of the line and gently pried open Yaoyorozu's lips with a finger. He slid it into her mouth, swirling it around as he began to do the same to Kaminari who was sitting next to her. His finger quickly entered and exited Kaminari's mouth but it lingered in Yaoyorozu's, sliding out slowly and pressing down on her bottom lip as it was removed. Neither student could move more than to display barely-there grimaces. The man took his two wet fingers and poked them together.

"Boop!" he said joyfully as they touched.

Katsuki saw Kaminari and Yaoyorozu's expressions change slightly, a confusion seeping in. But before Katsuki could get his clouded brain to think about what was happening the man had wiped his fingers with a handkerchief and moved on to the next pair. Hagakure and Iida. Mineta and Ashido. Uraraka and Kirishima. The closer he came to Katsuki the more an unfamiliar emotion crept into his throat. He couldn't move. His quirk had been depleted to a fizzle. He watched the man slip a finger into Deku's mouth. 'Move, move, move!' Katsuki screamed inwardly as a finger pressed into his lips and he tasted the sweat coming off of it. Nausea welled up in his stomach. Flashing memories of cold, thick ooze gushing down his throat, drowning him from the inside out. Desperately, he wanted to vomit but his body couldn't convulse to get the job done. He tried to bite down on the long finger gliding across his tongue but only managed to scrape along the skin as the man pulled it out.

"Boop!" the man said for the fifth time as he pushed his fingers together. Katsuki's vision shifted. He was no longer looking to the left but to the right. At himself. It slowly dawned on him in his nearly unconscious state what was going on. His head dropped down, relaxed so he could look at the body he was in. Broad and squat with big hands and red sneakers. The nausea increased. He welcomed the thought of drowning in his vomit and dying right then and there.

Unfortunately, Iida had been a responsible student and called their sensei.

A crash came from in front of Katsuki and he strained to lift his head, flinching at the feeling of the fluffy hair that brushed his ears as he moved. The shutter had been opened once more and two silhouettes appeared in the entryway, one instantly-recognizably tall and muscular and the other slim and unassuming with a mass around its neck. Before he could even process what was happening, the two strangers were on the ground, wrapped in Aizawa's Hobaku Buki. All Might worked on untying and checking on the students while Aizawa kept his eyes trained on the woman who was struggling to free herself from the tight constraints.

"It's alright, children, it'll all be alright. Let's get you all back to the dorms," All Might spoke confidently but gently as he finished untying them all and laying their sedated bodies down gingerly onto the cold, warehouse floor.

Katsuki's nausea didn't wane as he felt his consciousness fade. The last things he saw were his own red eyes looking back at him with a softness he'd never seen in them.