My First Fanfiction Ever...

“You got your power from All Might, didn’t you,” Bakugo said softly. He stared at Midoriya as if daring him to challenge what he said.

Midoriya blinked at him. So, this was what Bakugo had wanted to talk about. It seemed stupid for them to come all the way out here. The two of them stood in ground beta in the dead of night, past curfew. If Midoriya had known that this was what it was about, he wouldn’t have come at all.

Too late now.

It was safe to say that even though Izuku was a jerk to everyone, he had become a little bit better, or everyone was just used to him. He still yelled a lot, but not over little things. He would let Kirishima talk to him and force him to socialize with over people, to hang out with Mina, Denki, and Sero. Thank goodness for video games! By challenging Izuku, they now had a tournament every Saturday so he could beat everyone at them. It almost wasn’t fair how good he was. Mina would sulk when he beat her at Mario cart and Denki would whine and complain when Izuku smashed him in street fighters three, but despite this, they all agreed that he was much nicer than he made himself out to be.

"you see, young Midoriya, the thing is, you aren't suffering any side effect of one for all, or an uncommon sickness. It is an actually very common sickness."

"what? what is it?"

"It is called lovesickness. it's very common for teenage boys to have when faced with an attractive young lady like Uraraka." All Might said finally.

"Noooo" Midoriya groaned. He hid his face in his hands, wishing that this was just a joke. but he couldn't deny it anymore. Not after his friends all teasing him about it and now All Might was telling him.

After donning disguises, the group began to travel through the city, inching closer and closer to where the tracker was leading them. They were doing pretty good. Acting like adults, instead of teenagers. Only they weren't sure how they were supposed to act. It wasn’t like adults shuffled around, drinking coffee and crying about taxes. They also didn’t stop to smell the roses or anything else that carried a dubious scent. So, in the end, it wasn’t too hard to blend in.

That was why they were shocked and flinched when someone called out, “oh? It's U.A.!!”

Bakugo turned and saw his teachers up on the big screen. A voice announced that they were showing a segment of the “U.A. high school’s apology press conference”. As the teachers talked about the villains and many apologies had been made, some reporters asked things that seemed to put the hero in a bad light. That they were incompetent and foolish. The mood of the crowd was changing, and many people began to grumble and make comments about how awful the heroes had turned out to be.

Bakugo glanced at the others, sweat dripping down his face. He could see that they were all thinking the same thing.

It's a Bakugo and Izuku personality swap ya'll. enough said. Read it or not, it's up to you.

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chapter eight! the last chapter! aghhhhhhh!!!!!

Marinette was sitting on her roof again waiting for something. The wind swept by and made her shiver. She was hooded in a blanket as she looked at the night sky. It wasn’t like she was waiting for chat noir to show up or anything, she told herself. No, she was just taking a break from all her sewing things. She had been working on a cloak, but her fingers would not respond to her commands and caused her to mess up serval times. That gave her a reasonable excuse to take a break and sit out here and let her thoughts wander.

Bakugo stood in the field staring at his opponent. Uraraka. She looked at him with a hard face, one that he had only seen when she was looking at Izuku.

“Alright Uraraka, I am not going to hold back,” Bakugo said, stretching his arms to release any tension that might have crept upon him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Uraraka said determinedly, “Backing down is not an option here!”

At the sound of “START!” Uraraka charged at him, hands wide as she readied to use her quirk on him. Bakugo stood still, waiting for her to come closer. He drew his hand back and a medium-sized explosion boomed, filling the air around them with smoke.

As Aizawa dragged Mina, Denki, Sato, Sero, and Kirishima away from the rest of the class, both Izuku and Uraraka were glad that they hadn't slacked off during any of their training. They got to avoid the extra late class, which was a relief.

“Alright teams of two will go in the forest and the teams from class 1B will try to scare class 1A.” explained one of the wild, wild, pussycats.

‘Wait a minute. Teams of two? There twenty of us, minus the five that left, that means there’s one extra...’Izuku realized, ‘I'm the extra.’ a quick glance around told him that no one wanted to trade and have him as a partner. Izuku frowned and folded his arms.

‘Well, I didn’t want to have to work with some snot nose idiot anyways’ he thought.

Ever since the camping incident, Bakugo had been feeling confused, bewildered, a little angry, confuzzled, tricked, fooled, bamboozled, and unhinged. Things just weren’t making sense to him. It was like he had woken up that morning to find that his dad had an anger problem and his mother had become the sweetest creature on earth. Or gravity had shifted so that he could walk on the ceiling.

Why had Izuku saved him? It didn’t make sense. Midoriya didn’t even like him, didn’t even acknowledge his presence when they were standing in the same room. Sure, Midoriya had saved him before, but that was different. This time he was inviting himself to a world of pain. Bakugo had been scared, but if he could do it all over again, he would have had Midoriya stay. The kid had broken arms for goodness' sake.

The scent of cinnamon and almond frosting wafted through the air along with a few leaves. Adrien did his best to ignore the way his heart skipped at the way she smiled at her old sketches and tried to focus on something else.