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A Day in You Life
Chapter 2
Bakugo and Midoriya sat still as Recovery Girl checked them over, one agitated while the other seemed primarily anxious. She would hum every so often as she looked through test results and listened to what her contacts said over the phone. Todoroki and Kirishima were just outside the patient room, awkwardly waiting to be told that their friends would be okay.
"Well," the old woman sighed as she finally turned her attention to the two. "It would seem that this quirk is very difficult to undo. Without knowing exactly how it works there isn't much I can do to help you two."
"Then get that bitch to tell you how her quirk works!" Bakugo snapped.
"Watch your mouth, young man!" she responded harshly, whacking the Pro with her cane for emphasis. "And don't be so foolish. It's in her best interest to keep her mouth shut; she can use this misfortune as a bargaining chip in her sentencing hearing."
"B-but… Recovery Girl…" Izuku squeaked. "We can't… I mean… Kacchan and I—"
"I'm not staying in this little nerds body any longer than I have to!" Katsuki interrupted. "How long is it going to take to come up with a solution?"
The elderly Pro sighed again, reviewing the test results as if it would somehow change the reality of the situation. "I don't know… It could be days, weeks, even months. Until then I'm afraid I can't approve either of you to return to duty."
"WHAT?" Bakugo shouted in anger, his loud voice causing Todoroki and Kirishima to come in. "Why the fuc—why the hell not? It's not like we're disabled!"
"You don't know the limitations of each other's bodies or how to properly control each other's quirks." She explained. "It's a safety hazard to let you two go into dangerous situations without knowing the full extent of this villain's power. I suggest you go home and stay there until the quirk wears off or we can get her to undo it."
Midoriya was already shedding silent tears, the body he'd been swapped into shaking as he tried to control his breathing. He couldn't be stuck like this… he couldn't have Kacchan stuck in HIS body. Of all of the shitty situations he'd ever found himself in, this caused him the most turmoil by far.
Todoroki was beside him in an instant, cold hand pressed to his neck to calm him like always. But this time it did little to curb his intense anxiety and distress; every fear he'd mumbled about earlier seeming like more of a 'when' than an 'if'.
He raised his glassy eyes and peered over at Katsuki, finding his own body vibrating with rage, complete with a scowl he couldn't ever remember seeing himself have. "K-Kacchan…?"
"Don't fucking speak to me right now, Deku." Bakugo snarled, desperate anger pouring out of every pore. "This is all your fucking fault you stupid, worthless, crybaby prick."
"Bro, come on. You know this wasn't his fault… You were the one that—" Kirishima attempted, only to wisely shut his mouth when the blonde turned to glare at him. It looked so much more frightening since he was in Midoriya's body, the boy's usually comforting face contorted and hateful.
"Come on…" Todoroki urged, pulling Izuku from the table and out of the room. "Let's go home and think about the repercussions of this tomorrow."
Bakugo watched as his body trailed after the dual user meekly, finding the timid posture on his broad shoulders disgustingly pitiful. "I'm going home too, Shitty-hair." He grunted, stomping out after them without another word.
"Sorry Recovery Girl!" the redhead apologized, "it's been a long day for all of us."
The woman nodded and waved him off, heaving out another tired sigh once they were all out of earshot. "It had to be those two…"
Midoriya and Todoroki made it to their shared home, exhausted after spending so long at the UA medical facility. Their place was all the way out in the country, Shoto having bought a large plot of land so that they—but especially Izuku—could train without risking hurting someone or causing property damage.
Usually, it only took a few seconds for them to be home. Midoriya would simply hold him steady and then leap off. This time though, they had to take one of Endeavors company cars since Bakugo's quirk could really only propel him through the air and Izuku wasn't supposed to use it anyway.
"Are you hungry?" Shoto asked, already heading to the kitchen to pull out their prepped meals.
The oddly defeated looking man shook his head, running his hand through his hair only to grimace when it didn't get tangled in soft, wild curls. "I… I think I'd rather just go to bed."
"You have to eat, Izuku." Todoroki insisted. "Besides, all you'll do is go to your room and worry about everything anyway. It's rare we aren't on call so we should take advantage of it."
Midoriya attempted to smile, eternally grateful that he had such a wonderful friend to support him, especially then. But it only half-formed, looking more like a sad blonde puppy expression than anything else.
He sat down at the breakfast nook and let Todoroki heat everything up, unable to stop noticing the differences his body swap had caused. "You know… Kacchan isn't that much taller than me anymore but I could swear I have a whole new perspective with these added inches."
Shoto chuckled; most of their classmates had evened out in height by the end of high school, but he remained the tallest out of the three of them. "At least it's not substantial… You could have been switched with Mineta and that would have surely been a shock."
Izuku let fake horror fly across his face, imagining being as tall as a child once more. It amazed him how simple conversations with Iida, Ochaco, but especially Shoto could make him feel so much better… At least temporarily.
"So…" he asked as the dual user sat down across from him. "Have you been told who you're going to be paired with now?"
Todoroki just shrugged. "I'd imagine it will likely be Kirishima for the time being as he is also missing his partner; it won't be like working with you but at least he isn't insufferable."
Midoriya nodded, head lowering as blonde hair covered his now red eyes. "I'm sorry… I should have… I just…"
"Everyone knows this wasn't your fault, Izuku," Todoroki assured. "Street cameras caught the whole thing and it is evident that Bakugo was the one causing problems."
"But he wasn't! I know Kacchan and even if he was getting angry, he wouldn't have done anything to jeopardize his hero status. I could have let it alone or secured the villain before he could blow his top. I—"
"Tell me what's really bothering you, Izuku." Shoto interrupted. Sure, maybe things could have been done differently but Midoriya was always second-guessing his decisions regardless of how solid they were. Besides, he'd seen the tension in Bakugo's shoulders too, the amount of sweat his canisters were accumulating. If anything, he could have stepped in to stop the villain while Midoriya handled the blonde. Whether his best friend openly admitted it or not, he was smart enough to realize that he was not to blame, so, something else was causing him to panic.
"I… the… you know…" Deku whimpered.
"Oh."
"Y-yeah…" he continued, muscled tan shoulders shaking as he cried into his dinner. "Kacchan will… He's going to…"
Todoroki stood and pulled his chair closer to his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. He didn't have anything to say to make Midoriya feel better but showing him that he was there was likely enough.
Bakugo leaned heavily on his counter as he cooked, the body he'd found himself in almost overtaken with exhaustion. He hadn't said anything about it when they were at UA, but, damn… It felt like he was going to drop just from standing up.
It irked him to no end that the reason Midoriya's body was this rundown was the sheer amount of training and working he'd likely been doing. He would have been stirring the pot on the stove much more violently if he had the energy to do so.
As it stood though, there couldn't be enough leave time in the world to make up for the sleep deprivation he was feeling. But that wasn't even the half of it. Katsuki wasn't sure he could even fall asleep with how badly he was hurting. It was like every muscle fiber was shredded, the joints in his limbs throbbing with what he could only assume was premature arthritis.
"Damn it." He seethed at the curry. "Fucking, Deku. You little bastard!"
Despite his words and actions then and throughout the day, however, he was truly impressed and maybe even a little proud of how far Midoriya had come. How anyone, even Deku, could put a smile on his face and run around while experiencing this level of discomfort was shocking, to say the least.
Bakugo would never ask for help, he was too proud for that, but maybe he'd try to find out what kind of exercises Midoriya was doing. Maybe if he increased his own already considerable strength level it would be enough to push him into the top ten… though he'd obviously never be able to lift what Izuku could when he was using his quirk.
As he finished eating and half-ass cleaning up, he came to the irritating realization that he'd need to shower; going to bed covered in all kinds of God knows what from patrol was simply unacceptable even if that did mean he had to wash that damn nerd's body.
When Bakugo unzipped and pulled his arms out of Deku's hero suit, however, he had to turn his back to the bathroom mirror and grit his teeth with embarrassed frustration. Though he'd never outright admitted it to anyone, the forever smiling hero was the only person who could make his stomach flutter with attraction.
It was damn near impossible for him to not absolutely snarl in self-hatred when he started tugging the signature green suit down only to have it catch on his hips. Midoriya had to know that this stupidly clingy costume hugged his ass in the most obnoxiously flattering way possible; that was probably why he picked it—Just to fuck with him.
"Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. Fucking hell Katsuki, get it together. You don't like Deku, you hate him. You hate everything about him." He shouted at himself as he kicked the suit off to the side. The action caused Midoriya's boxers to ride up his leg slightly and Bakugo froze, eyes catching a glimmer of something he was certain he couldn't be seeing.
He pulled the bottom edges up his thighs slowly, telling himself his mind was playing tricks on him with how totally fatigued Izuku's body was making him. No matter what explanations Bakugo attempted to conjure however, the reality was far too clear.
There were rows and rows of white lines, some short, some long, some deeper and some more shallow. Some stood alone while others merged in places. Dozens of healed scars that were unlike the many Izuku had covering his upper body.
These he'd clearly done to himself.
Bakugo's mouth dried out, finding it impossible to look away from the damage while nauseating not to. "W-what the f-fuck?" he stuttered out, his crooked fingers gripping into the material tightly. "There's… t-there's no way…"
Not in a million years had Katsuki ever assumed that someone as cheerful and determined as Deku would ever even consider self-harm… Especially not as recently as some of the wounds states of healing seemed to suggest. If he was right, a few of them could have even been as recent as a year ago.
His kneejerk reaction was to go find Izuku and beat the self-pity right out of him for pulling that shit, but, he remained where he was, paralyzed and absorbed by the sight. It took several more minutes before the exhaustion he was already feeling made him sway on his feet, finally ripping him from his stupor.
The blonde finished stripping and then numbly got in his shower, taking care to avoid running his hands over the area and risk feeling the raised skin; seeing them was already more than he thought he could handle right then.
~Next Morning~
Midoriya sighed as he put his clothes back on their hangers and headed to Shoto's room. He knocked a couple of times but figured that Shoto was up too. He tried to hide how embarrassed he was when the dual user opened the door. "I… uh… Kacchan's still bigger than me and nothing I have really fits…"
Todoroki nodded in understanding and let him in before heading to his closet, pulling out a shirt and pants that would accommodate Bakugo's larger frame. "How do you feel this morning, Izuku?"
Midoriya laughed humorlessly as he took the clothes and started slipping them on. "Well, I can't say I feel any better psychologically but now that I'm paying attention, I guess I don't feel as sore…" "I could actually stretch this morning and not want to scream…"
"I can imagine." Shoto agreed. "Even if you weren't pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion, I've seen your X-Rays, CAT Scans, and MRI's… I'm pretty sure there isn't a single bone, muscle, or nerve in your body that hasn't been damaged."
Izuku smiled sadly at his feet… or at least the feet that he had now. He felt guilty for waking up and being almost happy that he wasn't nearly overwhelmed with sore stiffness. Following the guilt was shame as well. No matter how unpleasant, the constant suffering was proof that he was achieving the dream he'd wanted all his life.
His red eyes widened though and he snapped his attention back to Shoto, once more filling with anxiety. It occurred to him that if he was feeling well-rested and physically ready for the day because he was in Bakugo's body, then that likely meant that Katsuki was experiencing what he did every day.
By this point, Todoroki and Midoriya could practically read each other's minds, so the dual user didn't need to ask what was distressing his friend this time. "I'm sure he's fine, Izuku… It's not as if Bakugo has never been a little stiff when he woke up."
"B-but still!" Deku hiccupped. "How could I have been so careless!"
Shoto simply shook his head and began ushering them out of his room, keeping his hands firmly on Midoriya's shoulders as he led his body-switched partner to the kitchen. How Midoriya had ever gotten through life without someone around to listen to his very constant and intrusive fears was almost beyond him… Though he knew the scars littering Izuku's thighs was the unfortunate answer.
"I'm sure Recovery Girl will come up with a solution soon enough and then everything will go back to normal."
Izuku huffed as he pulled out spices and other items. "No, it won't! Kacchan's going to see what I did to myself and he's never going to let it go! Those scars are just going to end up being more ammunition for him to make fun of me with."
"You can handle it; the whole world believes in you… in Deku, the next Symbol of Peace. Bakugo running his mouth shouldn't mean much compared to that."
Midoriya braced his hands on the counter, almost sagging he felt so defeated. "But it does, Shoto… Kacchan's opinion means everything to me. All I've ever wanted was for him to consider me his equal… for him to feel the same way about me that I've always felt about him; I wanted to fight alongside him and become the best heroes together. But he hates me and no matter what I do I can't seem to change his mind."
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