Kiribaku Oneshots

Personality Swap - Kiribaku (4009 words)

"Sensei, where's Bakugou and Kirishima?" Ochako piped up after the teacher walked in, Aizawa sighing, motioning to the two behind him. "They were hit by a quirk at the mall yesterday. Apparently they seem to be normal, except their personalities switched, as well as a few core memories. It's too confusing to explain fully, but they'll be back to normal in a few days, probably. 

"Kirishima looks so..." Kaminari blinked, and the redhead glared fiercely, fingers hardening into large claws as he crouched in a defensive position, "I look what? Spit it the fuck out, you bastard!" The class quieted, watching as Bakugou elbowed the other, "Kirishima, calm down, man." 

"Bakugou looks so tame.." Ashido grinned, watching the two with curious eyes. "Whatever, it's Friday so I don't care. I'm going to sleep," Aizawa huffed, zipping up his sleeping bag as he slumped behind the desk. "Awesome!" Hagakure laughed, pulling out her phone to record the two. 

Ashido nodded to her friend, turning back to the reversed boys. "So, Kirishima, still up for coming to girl's night tonight?" Kaminari cried out, "why does he get to go to every single one of them?!" Kirishima just snarled, "why the fuck would i waste my time with something so stupid? Tch, what useless charades." The redhead rolled his eyes, sitting down at his desk and kicking up his feet on the surface. 

"Bakugou?" Ashido then turned to the blond, grin wide. Bakugou shrugged, placing a hand on his hips, "I mean, sure, I'll go if you want me to. I'd rather not.. be a burden or anything." Bakugou moved his eyes to the side, mind berating him. What do you mean, sure? Why the fuck would you say that?1 And what's with these shitty self deprecating thoughts?

Kirishima glared at the blond, "Why the hell would you go to one of those shitty things? It's just a waste of time." His mind lurched, what?! You love going to those! No! I can't miss out on it! Go, go! No matter how hard he tried, his mouth wouldn't open and say what he wanted. It was like.. He was trapped, and could only watch as things happened. It was...

Bakugou swallowed, thoughts swirling around his brain, What the fuck? I don't want this shit! Why can't i control myself! His eyes blinked, face unchanging as he tried desperately to become himself again. it was...

it was terrifying.

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Bakugou looked at himself in the mirror, poking at his spikey blond hair. He was confused: thoughts of depression were swirling in his mind. They were mostly about his hair needing to be a different color, needing to spike it up: needing to do something just to make himself feel better. 

You aren't worth it. You need to be better- stronger. Make yourself look like your hero! Not like some worthless piece of shit you were born as! You hurt yourself with your own quirk the second you got it- who could be that stupid? Your quirk is weak. It's not flashy, and you can barely be a defensive wall without cracking seconds afterwards. You couldn't do shit about that villain: you just stood there like some useless idiot. No wonder they almost died! If it wasn't for Ashido stepping in, it would have been your fault that they got injured, or even worse, if they died! It should have been you. You should have been the one there: scared. Close to dying. He could have put you out of your misery.

Bakugou's real mindset was quiet, letting the thoughts roll in. He didn't know how to respond: he couldn't respond. Tears built up, a single one falling down the side of his face as he turned away from the mirror and stared at the small razor on the sink's counter.

Bakugou internally panicked, Oh shit, oh god, Kirishima what the fuck-

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Kirishima growled, throwing his math book across the room. You can't fucking focus! Goddammit, i'm going to fucking fail again. No. No, you can't! Kirishima huffed, eyes rolling as he got out of his chair to flop on his bed. After his hardening smashed a desk into pieces as a threat towards Kaminari, Aizawa put him under house arrest: not allowed to leave his dorm room unless it was to get food or take a shower.