Katsuki was furious. Which, honestly, wasn’t unusual—but this time, he had a good reason.

One second, he was blasting through some lowlife villain’s smoke bombs, and the next—BOOM. A flash of light, a weird tingling sensation, and suddenly he wasn’t himself anymore. Literally. Katsuki looked down at his hands, then his reflection in the shattered glass of a nearby shop window.

Big eyes. Longer hair. Smaller frame. Same scowl.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he hissed, his voice an octave higher than usual. “That damn quirk—when I find that creep, I’m gonna blow him to bits!”

Back at U.A., his classmates didn’t even try to hide their reactions. Kirishima nearly cried laughing, Denki and Mina wouldn’t stop snapping pictures, and even Todoroki had the nerve to mutter, “Interesting.”

“Interesting?! I’ll kill you!” Katsuki shrieked, sparks flying from her hands.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. “Calm down. The quirk wears off in seven days. Just… deal with it.”

Seven days. Seven days of this nightmare. Of dealing with giggling extras, clothes that didn’t fit, and the humiliating fact that everyone kept calling her “Katsuki-chan.”