"Soulmates. Your parents have probably already told you about them. Two people are strung together by fate, destined to be together. We have no way of knowing who our soulmates are for most of our childhood. However, as years have gone by, people have started noticing that on very specific day, right at midnight, on your first year of Highschool soulmates switch body's for two hours. This will give you a chance to learn as much about your soulmate as possible. Do not waste it."

Bakugou awoke with a jolt on the night he was told he would swap bodies...of course he forgot that was today, though. Tch. Dammit. I just want to sleep. He thought to himself, growling in frustration. He rolled his eyes and stretched a bit... My body feels... Different. He looked down to see... The fuck? Wait, like actually what the fuck?! Why the hell do I have boobs?!

Bakugou looked around in confusion and frustration, not recognizing his surroundings. What the hell is happening? Where am I and what happened to me? He thought to himself, slightly, okay a little more than slightly, panicked. In the middle of the pandemonium, he noticed something familiar out of the corner of his eye; the girl's uniform from UA. His eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed. He scrambled off the bed and stood in front of a mirror. Upon seeing his reflection, his, or should I say, your face dropped.

In front of him stood a familiar girl with h/l h/c hair, two e/c orbs with furrowed eyebrows and an annoyed expression, which was not out of place on your face, and s/c skin. He--you-- was wearing a plain tee shirt and pajama shorts.

Considering Bakugou is a teenage boy with hormones running rampant throughout his body, it was completely natural for him to be curious about how boobs feel. Im sure if you were a guy with very little contact with females in your life and you suddenly woke up in the body of a female, you too would want to touch your newly aquired boobs. He reached a hand up to your chest and...

Squish squish. Squiishh. Squishsquish.

He turned his head, one hand still on your chest, to your clock, slightly gasping at the time. 12:23. He spent 23 minutes freaking out about where he is and sexually harrasing your body. Realizing he knows virtually nothing about you besides your name, your hot headed attitude towards him, and your mutual disliking of each other, he decided he should snoop around a bit to find out what you're like outside of school. And so he got to work.

First he stumbled blindly through the darkness to get to your light switch and flip it on. Your walls were painted white with an accent wall painted black with splatters of multiple colors looking like someone threw water balloons of paint at it. Your bed was in a corner with a basic design on it. He did, however make a mental note of the very... Scandalous anime body pillow on one side of the bed. On the wall across from your bed was a TV. It was coated in dust and looked like it hadn't been used in a while.

Moving right along, he noticed your desk. Complete with a laptop, several empty cans of dr.pepper () manga stacked on the corner and several animes () in cd cases, looking very well loved. He opened up your laptop, faced once more with disappointment in the form of a required password. He quickly did a scan of the room, looking for a sign of what the password might be. On a sticky note on the wall by the desk, a message was scribbled down, in spidery handwriting:

'I can't fucking keep track of this shit! Fucking laptop password or whatever: i.have.no.idea.what.im.doing"

He sighed at your stupid antics and logged into your computer. A few seconds pass and he gets a message from someone.

Outside-ur-window:

O? OooooH!! Ur on! This late tho? Don't you have hero school or whatever in the morn?

Outside-ur-window:

O. O wait. Ur in highschool now.

Outside-ur-window:

Which means ur not y/n...

Outside-ur-window:

Ur her soulmate... What's ur name?

Deadinside:

Bakugou katsuki. What does it matter to you?

Outside-ur-window:

Ah! Ur mean T∆T.

Outside-ur-window

Y/n doesn't like mean guys. If you want a shot with her, ya best throw that shitty attitude of urs right out the window.

Outside-ur-window

Otherwise she'll leave you to rot ╰(*´︶'*)╯

Outside-ur-window is now offline

Bakugou sighed in frustration and glanced at the clock again. 12:56. He's got time. He shut your laptop and walked to your closet. Bakugou was surprised to see that you had a decently large closet. However, at this point he was not surprised to see that a large portion of the closet was taken up by cosplay.... The normal clothing kept in the closet was mostly boyish street clothing and one or two extra uniforms for UA.

He closed your closet and peeked at the clock once more. 1:09. Damn, 51 minutes left. On your nightstand, next to your bed, you received a notification on your phone. Bakugou's face lit up at the opportunity to snoop through your phone. He unplugged it and was uncharacteristically delighted to see your lack of a passcode. Simply swiping to open your phone, the first this he noticed was that the notification that alerted him was a text from someone named 'urururavity' (

Urururavity:

Hello?

Urururavity:

This phone supposedly belongs to my soulmate.

My phone :D

This phone belongs to my soulmate too. Who are you?

U

rururavity:

My name is Midoriya Izuku. I'm in class 1A at UA.

My phone :D

Huh?

My phone :D

Deku?

My phone :D

You're wasting my time!

Bakugou exited out of the text messages, ignoring the replies that followed, and decided to look through what other stuff you have on your phone. Going into the games file on your phone, very little amounts of what you had looked familiar.

'Mystic Messenger, Crunchyroll, what the hell is all this shit?' He thought before shaking his head and going back to your home screen. He took yet another glance at the time. 1:46. He wasted an unruly amount of time waiting for Deku's replies.

Bakugou didn't have much time left. He opened your gallery and went into the camera roll. (He scrolled through the pictures that you've taken. Most of them were from conventions or other nerdy shit like that. The few normal ones that he saw were you with a bright smile, whether it be with someone else or just a casual selfie. This was the first time that he had stopped and really looked at your face. Before, he only saw you as that one girl who really ticks him off, but after seeing a completely different side of you--the anime obsessed, closet otaku who spends an unhealthy amount of time on the internet and at conventions-- he was shocked at how much he misjudged you. He stared at the you in the picture that was flashing a toothy grin at the camera and he actually smiled. Bakugou Katsuki smiled because of a picture of you.

He plugged your phone back in and turned the lights back off before climbing back into your fluffy bedding and staring at your ceiling, reanalyzing everything he's learned about you. And just before your bodies switched back, he smiled once more. A rare and genuine smile. Because he realized that he actually has a chance with someone who can match his intensity and passion without getting annoyed with him... Well, that might be pushing it a bit.

He woke up the next morning, anticipating the school day. As he stood up and began getting ready, he noticed writing out of the corner of his eye on his forearm. When he looked down at it, he was sorely disappointed to see...

A middle finger drawn in permanent marker. He sighed, not quite sure if you were just fucking with him or if you legitimately hate his guts. He's ready to bet on the latter though.

He was sitting in his seat for quite sometime, waiting for your arrival, when you burst through the doors of class 1A and ran right past him, straight to Uraraka. He saw you two chatting excitedly and a look of surprise and joy on Uraraka's face as you revealed to her that you know who her soulmate is. You smiled and squealed a bit more when Midoriya walked through the door. You decided to leave the two alone as they came to terms with the sudden relationship. Not gonna lie, Bakugou was a little hurt when you went to your seat and started playing on your phone instead of talking to him.

He wouldn't have it. He stood from his chair and walked over to your's...