MHA REINCARNATION!

The world tilted, a dizzying kaleidoscope of blurry colors, then snapped back into focus. Except, something was terribly, profoundly wrong. I stared at my hands, pale and slender, the nails slightly longer than they should be, and a wave of panic washed over me, cold and clammy. Yesterday, I'd been Denki Kaminari, a slightly clumsy, definitely awkward guy with a penchant for electrifying situations – literally. Today, I was…not.

It had happened at that university field trip, a stupid collision with another student, a flash of their quirk, an apology, and then…nothing. I'd felt fine, just a little tingle. Now, looking down at the unfamiliar curve of my chest, I knew that the tingle had been a transformation. I was female.

The first wave of panic was quickly followed by an even more terrifying sense of isolation. I was a stranger in my own body, a girl in a world built for boys, surrounded by people who knew me as someone else. My friends back at UA? Sure, we kept in touch, but they were busy with their own lives, their own hero work. I couldn't just call them and say, "Hey, so I'm a girl now, help?"

I had to face this alone.

The next few hours were a blur of frantic activity. I raided the local store, grabbing what I needed based on those awkward 'boy talks' with my mom. She had always been worried that I would accidently be alone with a girl and be clueless. I knew what I needed, but being on the receiving end of the female experience was…different. Clothes that actually fit my new form, period supplies, hair ties, nail polish, the works. I felt like an alien learning to navigate a foreign planet, all while wrestling with the fact that said planet was my own body.

School the next day was a nightmare. The guys, normally teasing and friendly, were now…well, they were awful. The leering, the suggestive comments, the constant touches on my arm or shoulder. I felt like a piece of meat, stripped bare and exposed. I started leaving class early, the constant attention becoming a suffocating blanket. It was during one of these escapes I found myself on the rooftop, nursing my anxieties, when I saw him.

Hitoshi Shinso. He looked just as he always did, stoic and a little brooding, even more so now that he was no longer wearing the overly-dark hero course uniform. He was a familiar face in the vast, terrifying sea of this new university. I rushed over, not thinking, and grabbed him in a tight hug.

"Denki?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. He pulled back, his brows furrowed. Before he could question further, his eyes flashed purple and his quirk took over. "Who are you?"

"It's me, Denki!" I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could think.

The purple faded from his eyes, replaced by a look of stunned disbelief and a faint blush creeping up his neck. He slowly pulled me back into the hug, his hand patting my back. He didn't ask any questions, knew that this was something personal, and honestly it was such a relief.

"Look," I babbled, pulling away, feeling the flush spread across my own cheeks. "This is going to sound crazy, but…I need a favor."

He raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Pretend to be my boyfriend," I blurted out, the words rushing out of me. "Just until the quirk wears off, please."

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity, his expression unreadable. Finally, a small nod.

"Okay," he said, his voice surprisingly calm.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, so powerful I was giddy. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" I threw my arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

The weeks that followed were strange. We played the part well. Shinso, with his quiet intensity, was incredibly convincing as a protective boyfriend. He'd walk me to class, glare at anyone who looked at me the wrong way, and even held my hand in the hall or at lunch, which was usually just him pulling me to the side away from the crowd. The student body bought it, hook, line, and sinker.

Except for one person. Monoma, that insufferable copycat, had decided to make my life a living, breathing hell. He was always around, his eyes glued to me, making suggestive comments and snide remarks. He'd even started to copy Shinso's behavior, trying to pull me away and 'protect' me. He was like a bad rash that you couldn't get rid of.

Then came the day Monoma crossed a line. During lunch, he smirked at Shinso and me. "Let's be real here, guys, you two are faking it. I can see that."

Something snapped in Shinso. He grabbed me by the arm, pulled me against the wall in a hidden alcove, and kissed me. Hard. It was nothing like the chaste pecks we'd exchanged before. This was all tongue and teeth, his hands running over my body, squeezing my waist, stroking my thigh. I surrendered to it, moaning softly, my hands gripping his shirt.

Monoma, watching with mouth agape, still didn't buy it. Shinso, his eyes blazing, pulled back and began to trail kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of burning marks. He sunk his teeth into my collarbone, then sucked harder, leaving a hickey so dark, it was almost black. He continued, my neck, my chest, my shoulder. It was a frenzy of heated skin and heavy breathing.

Monoma eventually just walked away, sputtering and red-faced, but the world had tilted once more. I was suddenly aware of every nerve ending, a tidal wave of sensation flooding my body. I was needy, desperate, aching for a release.

I tried to pull away, to escape the storm, but Shinso stopped me, his hand gripping my arm. He led me to his dorm, apologizing for getting carried away, but I didn't care. I kissed him again, my tongue meeting his, my hand tangling in his hair.

The next few hours were a blur of tangled limbs and fevered kisses. We explored every inch of each other's bodies, leaving trails of heat and desire in our wake. We undressed each other slowly, teasing and tantalizing. When he finally entered me, I cried out, the pleasure so intense, it was almost painful. We moved in a slow, rhythmic dance, every thrust sending shivers down my spine. He bit the most sensitive spot of my neck every time he hit the right spot, sending me spiraling out of control.

Morning brought a painful mix of regret and desire. I scrambled to get dressed, ready to run back to my own dorm, to hide from the mess I'd made.

"Where are you going?" Shinso's voice, still raspy with sleep, stopped me at the door.

"To my dorm," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.

He smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Not going to stay in your boyfriend's dorm?"

I blushed, my face burning. "I thought…we were faking it?"

He got out of bed and took my hand, his gaze holding mine. "I wasn't. Not really. I like you, Denki. I mean, I like you as a girl, too, and whatever else you become. I want to be your actual boyfriend."

A slow smile spread across my face, a genuine smile that went straight to my eyes. "Okay," I said, my voice soft. "Okay, I want that too."

I took his hand and pulled him closer, and kissed him, knowing that whatever crazy curveball life threw at me, I wouldn't have to face it alone, and for once, that was everything.