MHA REINCARNATION!

The chalk dust danced in the air, a familiar haze around me as I pushed myself through another set of One For All training drills. My muscles screamed, but it was a good kind of scream, the kind that meant I was getting stronger, pushing past my limits. I finished the set, panting, a slight smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

The next thing I knew, the world shifted. Not in a physical, earth-shattering way, but in a… subtle, yet profound, transformation. One moment, I was Izuku Midoriya, the aspiring hero, and the next, I felt... different. I glanced down at my hands, then my chest. Gone were the familiar, slightly bony angles, replaced by curves, something soft and distinctly female. Panic began to prickle under my skin. I wasn't just different; I was a girl.

I stumbled back to the dorms, a whirlwind of confusion and fear. How? Why? None of it made any sense. I was Izuku Midoriya, a boy who dreamed of being the greatest hero. I wasn't supposed to be… this.

The week that followed was a blur of awkward firsts. Trying to navigate the girls' restroom, figuring out how to tie my hair, and the most horrifying of them all, dealing with Mineta's lecherous gaze. He was even worse now, like a shark smelling blood in the water. I was constantly on edge, a knot tightening in my stomach every time he was near.

But there was something else, something unexpected. Both Bakugo and Todoroki had become… fiercely protective. Bakugo, with his usual explosive demeanor, would snarl at Mineta whenever he got too close, and Todoroki, with a quiet intensity, would often position himself between me and any unwanted attention. Their behavior was odd, uncharacteristic, but strangely comforting.

One night, I was hunched over my textbooks, studying for an upcoming exam. My hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and I was wearing an oversized hoodie to try and hide my new curves. Just as I was starting to understand a particularly complex equation, a shadow fell across my desk. It was Bakugo, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Studying hard, Deku?" he drawled, his voice lower than usual. He walked closer, and before I could react, his hand reached out, gently tugging a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

Then he kissed me. It wasn't a peck or a gentle brush; it was a possessive kiss on my neck, right where I had always been sensitive. A gasp escaped me, followed by a low moan as my head fell back, my eyes rolling involuntarily. The familiar sparks of pleasure that used to be his kisses before all this sent a wave of heat crashing through me. He knew, remembered, all my favorite spots, even after all this time. I was Izuku, no matter my form.

The next day, as we were about to head to training, Todoroki intercepted me in the hallway. He didn't say a word, but he tilted my chin up and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my shoulder, his teeth lightly grazing the skin. When he pulled back, two dark red marks stood out against my pale flesh – hickeys.

And it just got… worse. Or maybe better, depending on how you looked at it. Bakugo would corner me in the kitchen, his hands finding their way to my hips, his kisses a trail of fire down my neck. Todoroki would wrap his arms around me in the library, his lips exploring the curve of my collarbone, leaving another mark. It became a constant back and forth, a battle for my attention, a physical testament to their possessive need. Every touch, every graze, sent shivers down my spine, a mix of fear, confusion, and undeniable pleasure.

By the end of the week, I was a mess, my head spinning, my body aching with a peculiar kind of weariness. It was too much, too intense. It had reached a point where I couldn't deny the desire anymore. One night, I looked at the two of them, their eyes burning into me, and I just… gave in. "Fuck it," I whispered, "Just... do what you want."

What followed was almost primal. It started slow with lingering kisses and soft touches. Bakugo would hold me from behind as he entered me, his hand gripping my hips, whispering encouragement in my ear as his thrusts grew faster and harder. Todoroki, meanwhile, would focus on my breasts, teasing my nipples, biting and sucking until I cried out, my moans echoing in the room. We were a tangle of limbs and sweat, lost in a vortex of sensation. It was terrifying and exhilarating, a raw, unbridled release of pent-up frustration and desire.

When the week came to an end, I woke up with a start. My first instinct was to look down, expecting to see the curves, but there was nothing there. I was just Izuku again, back in my male body. Bakugo and Todoroki were beside me, their arms wrapped around me possessively. We said nothing about what happened.

The change was gone, but the memories remained, a secret we all shared. We stayed like that, the three of us, bound by an experience that transformed us, not physically, but emotionally, forging a connection that ran deeper than I had ever imagined. And somehow, I knew, this was just the beginning of our strange, shared story.