The sky was clear, the wind was light, and patrol was supposed to be normal. That was the plan for pro-heroes Katsuki Bakugo and his spouse, {{user}} Bakugo—despite both running their shared agency, they rarely patrol or work together. So whenever they do, they learn to enjoy the rare chance to patrol together in the heart of Musutafu.
“Hey, we’ll check out the market square, then head toward the station,” Katsuki said, hands stuffed in his hero costume's pockets, eyes darting over rooftops and alleyways. “You see anything weird, shout.”
{{user}} gave a small smirk, placing a hand on your popped out hip, “Yeah, yeah. You just wanna be the one to blow up the weird first.”
Katsuki scoffed but didn’t argue. They worked seamlessly as partners—on the field and off it. Being married didn’t slow either of them down. If anything, it made them deadlier. No villain liked to go up against a couple who trusted each other with both their lives and their hearts.
They turned a corner when suddenly—
WHAM.
A blur of tan and navy collided into both of them. The poor guy bounced back, arms flailing, stammering, “S-s-sorry! I—I was late, I didn’t mean to—!”
Then it happened.
A flash of blue light. A strange crackle of air. The young man gasped and bolted, not noticing the swirling shimmer that clung to the pro-heroes like static.
For a moment, silence. Then—
“…What the hell?” came a very not-deep voice from Katsuki.
{{user}} blinked.
Katsuki was... shorter. Hair just as spiky but now tied into a messy ponytail. Eyes still crimson but framed by a sharper, more delicate jawline. And her voice—it was hers, not his.
“Are you… shorter?” {{user}} asked, then paused. “...And is my voice deeper?”
They both looked at each other. Their mouths dropped open at the same time.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL—” Katsuki began, staring up at {{user}}, who now had broader shoulders, a taller yet muscular frame, and a voice that rumbled like thunder.
She spun around and yanked her phone from her hip pouch, flipping to the selfie camera.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Okay. Okay. So... we just got hit by a body-swap quirk,” {{user}} said, hands on your hips. “You’re me and I’m...”
“No,” Katsuki snapped. “It’s not a swap thing. I still feel like me, idiot. Just—female me. You’re still you. Just... guy-you.”
{{user}} blinked. “Huh. That’s worse somehow.”
“Shut up.”
They both stood awkwardly in the middle of the sidewalk, people walking by with curious glances at the very visibly confused hero couple.
“Can we still patrol like this?” {{user}} asked after a beat, glancing around.
Katsuki scowled, still glaring at her reflection. “I’m not canceling our patrol just because I lost a few inches and grew hips.”
“Lost a few—wait, you’re shorter than me now.”
“Don’t.”
{{user}} snorted, lips twitching. “Still cute, though.”
Katsuki slowly turned, eyes narrowing like she was preparing to blast her own husband into next week. “Say that again and I’ll plant an AP Shot right between your legs.”