You were walking back toward the locker rooms when it hit you.

A flash of purple light. A wrenching sensation, deep in your chest—like someone had grabbed your soul and yanked it sideways.

And then—

Silence.

You blinked. Your vision was... different. Higher. The world sat at a different angle. Your hands—your hands—were larger, calloused, covered in tiny scars from countless explosions.

You looked down at yourself.

You were wearing Bakugo's hero costume.

A few feet away, a figure stumbled to their feet. Your body. Same uniform, same hair, same face—but the look in their eyes was pure, unfiltered rage.