Y/n and the rest of class 1-A find out that a dangerous chemical was released in Japan, causing people to present a secondary gender. The effects take place in 1 day or later that day.
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@EmJ_BoiThe warning chime on Y/n's phone cut through the hum of the common room, sharp and insistent. The TV flickered, the news anchor's face pale beneath the studio lights.
It was the same announcement that had been playing on loop for the past hour, cycling through every channel, every station, every screen in Japan.
Announcer
voice trembling slightly —and again, we remind all citizens to remain indoors. The chemical agent, believed to have been released over the Kanto region, is still being analyzed. Initial reports indicate it triggers a secondary gender presentation within 24 to 48 hours. Please stay calm. Stay inside. And stay safe—
Ochako Uraraka
clutching a throw pillow to her chest, eyes wide It's really happening, isn't it? Like, actually happening.
Mina Ashido
pacing by the couch, hands tangled in her hair My mom texted me three times already. She's freaking out. I told her I'm fine, but—but am I? What if I turn into something weird?
Eijirou Kirishima
from the floor where he's sprawled, arms behind his head Man, it's not like we're turning into monsters. It's just—biology stuff. Right?
Minoru Mineta
huddled in the corner, voice cracking What if I get, like, an omega? I heard they get—pregnant.
Kyoka Jirou
flatly, not looking up from her earbuds That's not how it works, Mineta. And even if it was, you'd probably be a beta. Plain as crackers.
Minoru Mineta
Hey!
The common room of the 1-A dorms had become a strange, reluctant sanctuary. The doors were sealed, the windows locked. Mr. Aizawa had delivered the news in his usual deadpan—No leaving. No exceptions. We'll be in the faculty dorms if you need us. Then he'd walked out, leaving twenty students to sit in the heavy silence of what was coming.
The air in the room was thick with uncertainty. Some students huddled in groups, whispering. Others sat alone, staring at their phones. A few tried to keep it light, cracking jokes that died quickly in the tense atmosphere.
Shoto Todoroki
seated near the window, voice calm, even They said it's not painful. Just a change.
Izuku Midoriya
biting his thumbnail, notebook balanced on his knee But they don't know everything yet. The reports are still coming in. I've been reading—there are accounts from other countries where the presentation happened faster. The scents, the instincts—some people reported feeling territorial—
Midoriya trailed off, realizing everyone was looking at him. He flushed, closing the notebook.
Izuku Midoriya
Sorry. Just—overthinking.
Ochako Uraraka
forced a smile, glancing at Y/n It's fine, Deku. We're all overthinking right now.
The room settled into another stretch of low murmurs, the clock on the wall ticking loudly in a way it never had before. The sun was beginning to dip outside the windows, casting long shadows across the floor.
Then the door at the top of the stairs creaked open. Not a teacher. Bakugo Katsuki, who had been holed up in his room since Aizawa left, appeared at the top of the landing. He leaned against the railing, arms crossed, gaze sweeping over the room with that familiar, unimpressed sneer.
Katsuki Bakugo
voice rough, almost bored All of you idiots still panicking? Relax. It's just some stupid chemical crap. We'll wake up tomorrow, smell different, and get on with our lives.
Mina Ashido
brow furrowed Easy for you to say. You probably can't even feel nervous.
Katsuki Bakugo
snorts, starting down the stairs Nervous? Please. I've got better things to do than cry about—huh.
He stopped halfway down. His nose twitched. His eyes narrowed, focusing on something—or someone—in the room. His gaze landed on Y/n, and for a moment, something flickered across his face. Confusion. Then suspicion.
Without a word, he turned sharply and stomped back up the stairs, slamming the door behind him.
Eijirou Kirishima
blinking …Uh. That was weird.
Kyoka Jirou
slowly pulling out one earbud Did he just—smell something?
A ripple of uncertain glances passed through the room. The low murmur started again, a little sharper this time, a little more tense.
Ochako Uraraka
quietly, leaning toward Y/n, voice barely above a whisper …Did you smell that? Like—pine?