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The Switch (BakuKiri/KiriBaku) Body swap Au

(A fic for Lady Dee <3)

Early Saturday morning, too early for Kirishima's liking, an alarm went off. He groaned and rolled over before suddenly jolting up. Wait. That wasn't his alarm, why was Bakugo's alarm going off in his room. He rubbed at his eyes desperate to blink away the blurriness in his vision only for Bakugo's room to come into focus. Why was he in Bakugo's room? They'd been studying in his room last night and Bakugo had gone to his own room when they were done. He ran his fingers through his hair as he desperately tried to remember the night before in more detail only to be derailed by a familiar yet foreign feeling between his fingers. He jumped out of bed and rushed to the full-length mirror hanging from Bakugo's closet.

"Oh no, no no no." Kirishima whispered to himself as he stared into familiar ruby eyes. Bakugo was going to be pissed. Admittedly being in Bakugo's body wasn't as strange as seeing the reflection of himself while not being himself. Weirder still was how soft Bakugo's face looked. Even as Kirishima worried his lip, the usual tension in the blond's face was gone. Cock twitching, Kirishima felt his stomach swoop with guilt as his hand reflexively reached for his morning wood. He pulled his hand away and gripped his shirt hem. No he couldn't do that, this was still Bakugo's body, it would be wrong of him. Right? Right. He pulled himself away from the reflection. Fuck he really needed to pee. Would touching it to pee still be wrong? Probably.

He rushed to Bakugo's bathroom, dropped his pants and sat on the toilet. Shit... okay not wiping after taking a piss with your bro's body has to be worse than touching it. Bakugo would definitely kill him if he didn't keep clean. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he grabbed a bit of toilet paper. He could do this. It doesn't have to be weird. Well any weirder than it already was. The instant that he grabbed it to clean up he had to bite back a moan. Fuck why was Bakugo so sensitive. Ignoring the burning need for stimulation, he cleaned up as best as he could. After washing his hands he stepped out into the hall and knocked on his door.

"Bakugo." *Knock knock* "Bakugo, bro I need you to wake up." *Knock knock*

"The fuck do you want shitty hair." Bakugo swung the door open, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The second his eyes met his own face wearing a sheepish expression it felt like time stopped. "What the fuck?"

"We ah, seem to have swapped bodies." Kirishima gave an awkward smile that looked so out of place on Bakugo's face.

Without giving himself a chance to think, Bakugo gripped the font of Kirishima's (his own black) shirt and yanked him into the room. After exhaling slowly Bakugo sat down on the bed. This was bad, this was really bad. Out of all the people to get swapped with it had to be his crush. He took a second to take in the awkward way his body looked with Kirishima at the wheel. He almost choked on his tongue when he noticed the hard on Kirishima was sporting. "Why didn't you take care of that before coming over here?"

Kirishima covered his face, blush turning scarlet, "It didn't feel right to touch your body without your consent."

"'S not gonna go away anytime soon unless you do something about it. My body's an asshole like that." Bakugo sighed softly, resting his head in his hands, still trying to wrap his mind around the situation "Plus it's alright if it's you."

Kirishima's knees buckled, dropping him to the floor at Bakugo's feet, well technically his own feet. God this was strange. It was so strange to look up into his own face twisted in an expression so viscerally Bakugo all he could do was whimper.

"Kirishima," Bakugo ran his fingers through familiar fluffy blond locks before cupping his own loaned out face "you're allowed to touch my body but since we're here, let me show you what I like."

"Baku/?" Kirishima was cut off by Bakugo pressing his foot to his crotch, his hands flew to wrap around a familiar ankle as his head fell to rest against a muscular thigh. He groaned, rolling his hips involuntarily into the pressure.