Fragmented Shift

8

Yoi wasn't that old in the grand scheme of things, in one way they were nearly thirty whereas in another they were just two years old. It made them wonder why they absolutely could not deal with immaturity.

Kacchan was loud and brash, an all together in your face child that made them want to cuff him around the back of the head and put him in the naughty corner for just a single moment of peace. 

"Oi, Deku!"

Oh and that, that insulting, derogatory name they had to put up with just because Izuku did made his blood boil. Where did this child, this fucking fetus of a boy get off insulting someone so casually? Did the adults in his life never fucking adult? 

"Hi Kacchan!" Gods they almost gagged on the cheery words, pitching their voice higher to try and mimic Izuku, "Ready for our run?"
Yoi ignored the look the blonde gave them as they obviously failed to sound anything like the green haired boy and turned away, bouncing on the balls of their feet to get the blood flowing. From what they had seen the run was a simple one and it was usually ran in silence, thank fuck, because Yoi was so different to Izuku it wasn't even funny. 

That was ok when no one gave a shit but now? Now the suspicious look drilling into the side of their head was annoying. They were nearly at the halfway point when Yoi couldn't take it anymore.

"If you have something to say, then say it." Yoi peered from the corner of their eye, taking in the thoughtful confusion on Bakugou's face as they slowed to a stop. Yoi sniffed, wiggling their nose in annoyance before lifting the water bottle to their mouth.
"You're not Deku, are you?" Water shot down Yoi's throat making him cough and splutter.

"W-what? Kacch-"

"Don't call me that if you aren't Deku, you sound like an idiot and look like an idiot with your face all screwed up. Dumbass, you don't sound like him, you don't move like him and your acting skills are pathetic." 

/Is it illegal for me to punch him in the face? I may be an adult but I'm in a teens body./

*Yeah, go and add delinquent to our fucked up resume why don't ya? Thought you were supposed to be smart.*

"Don't call me Deku then." Then, there was silence. That awkward type where no one knows what to say or how to move forwards, it left Yoi fiddling with their water bottle and Bakugou staring into the middle distance for at least five minutes.

"Fuck this!" The blonde turned to face them, body tense with determination. "How the fuck are you in the nerd's body? Are you some sort of body snatcher or some shit?"

"What?" Yoi deadpanned in disbelief, "Where did that idea even come from?" Bakugou threw his hands up in annoyance and started pacing.

"How the fuck should I know? All I know is that you are in Deku's body and he isn't!" 

/Ok, fair./

"Look kid, I'm not a body snatcher," the blonde opened his mouth to retort but Yoi just steamrolled over him, “I’m not gonna harm Izuku, I won't harm anyone at all so you have nothing to worry about." The little twat scoffed and folded his arms like a child having a tantrum. 

"Where is Deku then?"

"Izuku," Yoi stressed, "Is asleep in here," they pointed to their head, "You stressed him out so much he needed a break, so now you have me." They let their creepy smile shine in the morning light, absolutely delighted when Bakugou shivered.