So, this Coronavirus is some bullshit (and so are all the assholes that bought up all the toilet paper leaving unprepared dipshits like me hoping my grandma and I don't run out...). I, unfortunately, still have to work since Braums is both a burger/icecream place AND a grocery store.

I'm not sure about the details yet, but since I'm a manager, I'll likely still make my hours or close to it... but who knows? I'm immunocompromised and my grandma is legit turning 93 this year, so, my boss could very well decide our deaths aren't worth it?

BUT silver lining: I may actually get some writing done since I won't be working 12+ hour days anymore?

Anyway, sorry it's taken me so long to update and for those of you reading my other stories (especially Call Me... Deku, YES I AM GOING TO UPDATE I PROMISE! I'M JUST A TERRIBLE AUTHOR WHO TAKES FOREVER TO GET SHIT DONE!)

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A Day In Your Life

Chapter 8

"Where is he?" Midoriya hissed to himself after knocking for perhaps the tenth time on Bakugo's apartment door. When he'd let Bakugo walk out of the hospital, Midoriya hadn't really thought that the blonde would simply disappear as he seemed to have done. But as he'd told Shoto, Bakugo hadn't been back to visit Kirishima in three days and it was now going on four… Something had to be wrong.

Midoriya looked around nervously, weighing his options. He really didn't like the idea of breaking into Bakugo's personal space, but at this point, he didn't see another option and if he was being honest, he shamefully wanted to know what it might look like inside.

He gripped the handle and twisted harshly, breaking it before he noticed that the lock hadn't been set to begin with. The realization that the door was unlocked and no one was answering made him even more uneasy about the whole situation; had someone managed to break in? Had Bakugo been hurt?

Midoriya felt his heart stop at the thought and quickly rushed in, searching every direction for evidence of a struggle or the blonde himself. He found neither, which both simultaneously calmed and worried him further.

"Kacchan?" he called, hoping that using his old nickname for Bakugo would somehow bring him out. "Stop being such a jerk! Kirishima is hurt and he needs you right now! I don't care how mad you are at me; you can't do this—I won't let you!"

Midoriya barged into every door he could find, determining that one, Bakugo was probably the neatest person he'd ever seen and two, that he wasn't home. The only sign that he'd been there at all was his two cell phones sitting uncharged on his nightstand.

"Alright, Kacchan," Midoriya thought to himself, "Let's see if I can figure out where you went…"

He picked up the least banged up phone and plugged it in, figuring that it was likely Bakugo's personal cell. While it was powering back on, he took a moment to look around once more at his ex-best friend's bedroom.

It was so incredibly different than what he remembered from their childhood yet somehow so endearingly Bakugo that he couldn't help but let a small, sad smile form on his lips. There was even a little space on the wall where the blonde kept his own shrine of sorts to All Might; the man had been his idol too, after all.

But when his eyes trailed back, they landed on the bed. Midoriya felt his cheeks heat up slightly, unable to keep himself from wondering who Bakugo had brought back here… and if they were together or if it had simply been a one night stand.

There had been too many nights where Midoriya had wished that he'd been so lucky as to end up writhing in Bakugo's sheets, but it never did happen. In fact, it seemed as time went on that desire seemed more and more foolish and unattainable.

A ping sounded, pulling Midoriya out of his pinning thoughts and he hastily picked up the cell. The fingerprint lock had already been turned off since Bakugo wouldn't have been able to use it in his 'new' body, allowing Midoriya to snoop unhindered.

What he found, however, made his stomach drop with sad realization. The phone was indeed Bakugo's personal line, but the only person other than his parents who appeared in the call and text logs was Kirishima, and the last message had been from the day before he'd been hurt so badly.

Midoriya sat down on Bakugo's bed as guilt weighed even more heavily on his shoulders. Any sane person would have cut the blonde off a long time ago, but he'd stuck it out for two decades only to temporarily give up at the exact moment Bakugo had lost the only other friend he had. He couldn't imagine how much pain Bakugo was in at that moment.

"I didn't mean it, Kacchan…" Midoriya whimpered as he clutched the phone tightly. "Please, wherever you are, just be alright… Come back to me…"

Bakugo stood awkwardly outside the private school he'd dragged himself to and readjusted his ballcap and sunglasses. Class was just getting out and despite the knowledge that he looked hella creepy and received worried glances from parents picking up their children, he stubbornly refused to move.

"Erm…" he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the one he'd come to see. "Got a minute, kid?"

Eri looked up in confusion, her big eyes focusing in on the person she recognized physically as Midoriya but knew wasn't. "You're not big brother Izuku… He never calls me 'kid'."

"Uh… No, I'm Katsuki Bakugo—Ground Zero—uh… Deku calls me Kacchan a lot…"

There was a moment where it didn't look like Eri fully believed him, but she soon relaxed. "So, you all actually were Swapped, then? I heard some of the older kids talking about it, but I didn't think anyone could get the drop on big brother."

"Yeah," Katsuki agreed guiltily. "Uhm… Do you have someone who usually picks you up or…"

"That would be me, Bakugo."

Katsuki felt his shoulders tense and then sag from that voice; Shouta Aizawa… Of all people to catch him in this pitiful position, it would have to be him. Katsuki turned, once again clearing his throat as he tried to muster some of the pride or at least anger that had kept him from feeling shame and embarrassment before but to no avail.

Eri rushed over to Aizawa and hugged him, attempting another small smile as she was still getting accustomed to what it felt like to give and receive affection. Midoriya had been teaching her consistently, but healing took time.

"I assume I know why you're here and while being reckless is in your nature, I've never known you to do something this stupid, Bakugo." the Pro scolded, gesturing for them to walk. "It's far too dangerous to try to undo someone else's quirk even for a seasoned Pro; Eri hasn't even begun to train in earnest as her power requires people."

"I don't… I don't want her to undo the quirk, Mr. Aizawa…" Bakugo explained. He kept his voice low as they trailed down the sidewalk, watching as the girl Midoriya had helped save years earlier jumped around happily after a butterfly; she'd come a long way.

Shouta stopped walking and narrowed his eyes. "If that's not why you decided to come here, then what could you possibly be asking her to do?"

Katsuki felt tears stinging his eyes all over again as he swallowed thickly and worried his lower jaw. "I want… I want her to try and fix Deku's body—like she did when he was fighting Overhaul, but, better…"

"What Eri did during her rescue was minimal; she only healed the damage that was being done in the moment and I'm going to assume that you're referring to the years' worth of damage Midoriya sustained at UA and since," Aizawa explained, shaking his head. "Her control is not predictable enough to attempt something like that. As you are already aware, she 'killed' her father by rewinding him to before he existed… It's foolish for you to—"

"I know the risks, okay? But if there's even a chance that this could be fixed, I'll take it. If she totally fucking erases my existence then, fine…"

"It wouldn't be your existence she'd be erasing, Bakugo." The Pro sighed. "Because Eri reverses the person, what is more likely to happen would be for you two to get switched back to your own bodies as that happened much later than many of his more severe injuries. If she weren't able to stop, Midoriya would be the one in danger, not you."

"FU—"

Aizawa clapped a hand over Katsuki's mouth just before he started shouting obscenities from the broken frustration he felt. Even though his rant had been silenced, Eri still looked back and frowned, the butterfly she'd been following all but forgotten as she examined the two. "What's wrong, dad? Why is Mr. Kacchan crying?"

"Everything's alright, Eri. He's having a bad day as you do sometimes, that's all." Aizawa explained, looking back at Bakugo with warning as he lowered his hand.

"Oh…" Eri murmured, her expression falling even more before her reddish-brown eyes rocketed up with determination. She set her bag down on the sidewalk and stomped over to Bakugo, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. After nearly a minute, she pulled back and looked up with hopeful expectancy.

"Uh… Thanks, Eri… I feel better now…" Bakugo stated, giving the best fake smile he could muster so that he wouldn't hurt the child's feelings when she was clearly trying hard to help. There were some things that a hug simply couldn't fix though and being swallowed by the immenseness of your failures was one of them.

Aizawa nodded in agreement and patted her head approvingly, grinning to himself as she turned and skipped ahead once more. The moment she'd reached what he considered to be a 'safe' distance however, his seriousness returned in full force.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this upset… Not even after the fight you had with Midoriya when All Might retired. What's going on Bakugo? Why are you so desperate to fix Midoriya's body that you'd risk your own life?"

Bakugo couldn't explain though, his voice caught behind the rapidly swelling grief in his throat. He shook his head as it lowered, wringing his scarred hands together while he fought to keep the urge to sob under control.

After Swap had told him she couldn't help, he'd wracked his brain to come up with another solution and this had been it. This was his final chance to do something for Izuku and it wouldn't work either. Even though he'd talked big in the hospital, he couldn't fathom continuing to be a hero while suffering like this. He turned on his heel before Aizawa could speak again and bolted, green crackling on his marred skin as he leaped high into the air and disappeared.

By the time Bakugo got back to his apartment, he was thoroughly exhausted in every sense of the word and wanted nothing more than to fall face-first into his bed. It was only when he realized that his doorknob was partially dangling from its socket that he snapped out of the haze he'd fallen into after leaving Aizawa and Eri.

He stayed quiet and crept inside, green eyes darting everywhere to find some sign of imminent danger. When they landed on the form lying on his bed, however, Bakugo wished it actually had been some deranged villain intent on beating him to oblivion instead of Midoriya and his gentle snoring.

Bakugo looked back at his door and considered leaving to avoid what was likely an inevitable 'talk' between them, but decided against it. He needed sleep and with his limbs already threatening to give out, he didn't want to risk taking off only to have no way to properly land once airborne.

"Fuck, Katsuki… don't be such a little bitch. It's just Deku…" He scolded in his mind, forcing himself to move forward instead.

His stomach twisted and fluttered with each step, caught between nervous excitement and dread. Had he been in his own body—or really anyone else's— he probably would have simply crashed on the couch or floor, but as it stood he'd be practically immobile the following day if he didn't rest on a real bed.

Bakugo carefully maneuvered himself onto the free side, eyeing Midoriya the whole time to make sure he didn't accidentally wake him, though he doubted it would happen. From what he remembered, a freight train could come crashing through his apartment and Deku wouldn't stir.

The thought made him smile even as tears began stinging his already puffy eyes. Bakugo scooted himself closer and tentatively reached out to grasp his hand, relieved butterflies rushing through him from the action. Tomorrow he'd have to face the reality of his relationship with Midoriya, but that was tomorrow; he'd be selfish just one more time tonight.

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Ahh... suffering. You know I have to drag it out for a while because I'm kind of a sadistic jerk to my boi's. XD