Exchange Part A

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 Boku No Hero Academia

BakuDeku 

COW-T #10, w7, m7

PART A

Wc: 595 parole 

Midoriya Izuku was very happy for the life he was living. 

He was a normal guy, he had a good job - one that he really enjoyed, not one of those who wanted to make him bang his head against the headboard of the bed every morning as soon as the clock chimed -, a nice apartment and a loving, even if sometimes irritating, boyfriend to share it with. 

That’s why when he woke up, ready to head for the morning meeting of the editorial staff of the journal where he worked, he would have never expected to see himself glowing green in the mirror. 

“Kacchan!” Izuku shouted, slightly panicking. But he never heard his reply. 

* * * 

He opened his eyes just to close them again, shutting out the terrible sight. What had happened? He was surrounded by debris, it looked like a bomb had exploded, but it couldn’t be right? Was it a terroristic attack?
He didn’t recognize his bathroom in that wreckage. Has his building been completely destroyed? How was he alive then? And where was Kacchan?
Oh God, no, he needed Kacchan, he couldn’t be - 

Izuku couldn’t even think about that possibility. 

“Deku!” He heard his voice, and spin on  the spot just to see his Katsuki running to him. “Were you hit?” 

“Ka - kacchan! You are alive!” Then Izuku threw himself at him and hugged him. 

 “Yes, well, no need to be so sappy right now,” Bakugou patted him on his shoulder, realizing he was naked from the waist up. 

 

“Where is -?” your costume? 

He would have asked, but Izuku just took his head in his hands, squashing away his words, to looked him in the eyes. “I thought you were dead!” 

Bakugou blushed. Deku was too damn close for his own good, and what was all that concern? They had been in worse situation and Deku was the one who had been hit by a quirk, not the other way around. 

“Wait, is this the quirk effect? Is it affecting your mind?” 

Too good to be true, thought Katsuki. 

Izuku tilted his head, “What are you talking about? Quirk?” 

“Shit! Memory loss? Do you remember who I am at least?” 

“Of course I do, Bakugou Katsuki, you’re my boyfriend, we’ve been living together for years now, and I was just heading to the meeting to hand over my article over that new superhero movie, we watched it together, the one were they had All Might retiring just because the U.A. production couldn’t renew Yagi’s contract… too much money, and the movie obviously sucked, but why are we talking about that damn movie when our apartment has been razed to the ground?” 

Bakugou in the meantime was still trying to recover from the ‘you’re my boyfriend, we’ve been living together for years now’, his brain in a slight short-circuit. 

Wait, what. 

He and Deku… no, never. Right? Never.
Well, not because of Katsuki of course, but… no, never. Not in this life. 

Which maybe was exactly the point? 

“Hold on a second!” Katsuki almost shouted. 

“What?” 

“What about your quirk?” 

“My quirk? What does it matter now if I always talk or if I have to order by colour our socks now?” 

“No, no, quirk as in… superpower?” 

“Kacchan, are you sure you aren’t the one who hit his head?”

 In reply Katsuki showed him his palms and made some glycerin explode. 

“What -? What’s the trick? When did you learn it?”

“No trick. It’s my quirk. I think… I think you are not my Deku.”