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;series m. osamu (office romance, g/n) , b. katsuki (modern romance, g/n)

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yall i actually had to come back on here cuz jjk 2 is crazy 😭

friendly reminder to drive safe out there 😁

its the way I was abt to write another au. but I forgot🧍‍♀️

I don’t think I'll ever finish this cuz idk what to do with it so here. not x reader but tagging for a little exposure. tw gender change quirk (it’s supposed to be light heart comedic), mention of breasts

Bakugou Katsuki woke up that morning feeling heavier. There was a pressure on his chest, almost like weights that were pressing down on him and this shouldn’t have alarmed him as much as it did had it not been for the fact that it hurts. What’s more, his shoulders felt smaller—he felt smaller—and for once, he woke up irritated rather than neutral at this new feeling.

Looking down the scope of his body, his chest in particular showed a protrudent to which would otherwise be normal if it were smaller—drastically smaller. With a heavy weight on his chest, he nevertheless finds that he can push himself up into a sitting position, but as he does so, his chest shifts along with him and hangs down in larger-than-normal mounds.

Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t scream, he war-cries, but this was most definitely not a war-cry that left his mouth as he looks through the neck hole of his shirt and finds breasts to go along with the feminine higher-pitched scream, that again, was most definitely not a war-cry.

He clasps both palms over his mouth, his posture hunching over just a tad more to balance the temporary imbalance now that has hands no longer supported his weight against the bed. But as he presses his palms to his mouth, he can feel the fat of the—his, breasts pressing against the inner lining of his arms. How are they touching each other???

And as if that wasn’t confirmation enough, he slowly drops his hands down to his pants and feel his eyebrows crease when there’s something in particular that seems to be... missing.

It’s confirmed. Bakugou Katsuki has turned into a girl.

“Bakugou? Are you in there?” Shitty Hair. Fuck.

Bakugou clears his throat, readying himself to lower his voice an octave lower when something interrupts him. The knob of his door starts to jiggle—locked, but still drawing fear out of Bakugou as he realizes his situation.

His first instinct is to change, but he’d have to see them—no, now was not the time to panic about that. Why would he panic about that? It’s just female anatomy…

Bakugou hurried to his closet, getting a mere glimpse of himself in the mirror until he stops. His hair was grown out a tad but longer, softer spikes that sat lax against his scalp. Though after throwing on a hoodie, it should be nothing noticeable—or at least that’s what he hopes.

They hurt. Bakugou pushes his head through a hoodie, still listening for curious voices and lingering footsteps outside his door until it bursts open just as he’s dragged the bottom of the hoodie down his torso. “Hey, Bakugou—woah, I think you need a haircut.”

“Didn’t you just get one last week?”

also how tf did i just write an eight pg essay overnight

i finally did my own nails 🤭