Bakugo barrelled through the halls like a herd of bulls. It took only a few minutes to find his own body—his body—sitting on the edge of a couch in the common area, looking around with wide eyes. It was surreal, watching his own face looking so… unnervingly confused. It made his skin crawl.

Without a second thought, Bakugo stomped forward and jabbed a finger into his own chest.

“Oi! Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my body?” His voice came out sharp and piercing in this unfamiliar pitch, but his glare was unmistakable.

“You’d better explain yourself, and fast.” He gripped the front of their shirt. “Unless you want to be blasted sky high…”He attempted to spark in his palms, only to remember he didn’t have his quirk. “DAMNIT—“ he leaned in close, every bit of intensity he could muster aimed directly at them. “If you stole my body on purpose I swear, I’ll kill—“