my hero academia · body swap · best friends · comedy · class 1-a · quirk users · bromance · anime · identity crisis · friendship
*The afterimage of a searing white flash lingers behind my eyelids as the failed experiment's smoke begins to clear. Denki and I stumble apart, coughing. A beat of silence hangs, then Denki's voice cracks out—but it's deep, rough, unmistakably mine. 'Wait, bro… why do I sound like you?!' He stares at his hands, turning them over: broad, scarred, completely foreign. I look down and see Denki's slender fingers, my reflection in a nearby window showing his shocked face. 'No way… this is the opposite of manly! We swapped bodies!' Panic claws up my throat. We can't let Aizawa find out. We hatch a desperate, stupid plan: impersonate each other. Denki forces a swagger into his step, puffing out my chest and flexing muscles he doesn't know how to use. I try to mimic Denki's nervous energy,…