A Shift in Identity

Aizawa never imagined he’d be explaining to Nezu that one of his students had been accidentally gender-swapped by a toddler's Quirk. But, unfortunately, he had the experience now.
Nezu, unfazed as always, sipped his tea thoughtfully. “Transformation-based Quirks triggered by emotion… fascinating. This one altered cellular structure and hormonal balance, yes? Could be temporary. Could be permanent.”
Aizawa's eyebrow twitched. “So you're saying we won’t know until it wears off... if it ever does?”
“Precisely.”
“And I might have to homeschool her now?”
“Only if we don’t want her identity leaking out before she’s ready. Especially if there’s... added attention.”
Aizawa scowled. “What kind of attention?”
Right on cue, the door creaked open.
“Yo.”
They turned.
Standing in the doorway, hands in his jacket pockets and wings fluttering behind him, was Hawks.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. “Why are you here?”
“Commission sent me,” Hawks said casually, strolling in like he owned the room. “They’re curious about Midoriya’s condition.”
“He’s not your lab project.”
“She,” Hawks corrected, flashing a charming grin. “At least for now. And relax—I’m not here to poke her with needles. HPSC wants a full report. You know how they are when someone suddenly gets stronger.”
Aizawa's jaw clenched. “Stronger?”
“Mmhm.” Hawks held up a data tablet. “Midoriya’s latest Quirk output registered above his usual One for All readings. No strain. More control. You might be looking at a power boost caused by the transformation.”
Aizawa's frown deepened.

Back at the apartment, Midoriya was finding that out for herself.
“I broke another mug,” she groaned, staring at the shattered ceramic on the floor.
“That’s the third one this week,” Mic said, sweeping it up with a sigh. “Your grip strength increased again?”
“Looks like it,” she muttered, opening her notebook and jotting down new notes.
Her movements were faster. Her reaction time sharper. She could generate more focused bursts of One for All without blowing her limbs apart.
It was like her body, reconfigured, wanted to be more efficient.
She didn't feel weaker at all—she felt better. And that was scary.
But even a physically stronger Midoriya wasn’t immune to overprotective parenting.
“You are not wearing that,” Aizawa said sternly, pointing at a tank top and jeans Mic had offered.
Midoriya flailed. “What’s wrong with it?! It covers everything!”
Aizawa stared. “You’re wearing my capture scarf as a belt. It’s not a fashion statement.”
Mic popped in from the hallway. “To be fair, it is kind of cute.”
“Don’t encourage her.”
“She’s literally bench-pressing the couch.”
Aizawa didn’t flinch. “And she can bench press the couch in a sweatshirt.”
Midoriya groaned and flopped onto the now-upright couch. “I’m stronger, I feel better, and somehow, I’m still being babied.”
“That’s because you are,” Aizawa said without apology.

At UA, reactions were... mixed.
Mina squealed. “Oh my god, you’re GLOWING. That’s not a Quirk, that’s EFFORTLESS BEAUTY.”
Bakugo glared at her. “Shut it, Pinky.”
“I mean, I’m not wrong! You see that power burst in training?! She’s a menace!”
Todoroki, standing nearby, added softly, “She also melted part of the gym floor.”
“It was an accident!” Midoriya said quickly, clutching her notebook. “I didn’t realize I was outputting that much voltage—”
“No need to apologize,” Todoroki said. “It was kind of amazing.”
Bakugo scoffed but didn’t comment.
Mirio, bright and cheerful, appeared out of nowhere and handed Midoriya a smoothie. “You’re adapting so well, Midoriya! It’s inspiring.”
She blushed. “Th-thank you…”
Then came the weirdest part of her week: Hawks.
He showed up at training.
Again.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, smirking, perched on a railing above the gym. “You’re looking more like a threat every day.”
“Hawks, stop flirting,” Aizawa snapped from the sidelines.
“Can’t help it,” Hawks replied. “You’re glowing, kid.”
Midoriya groaned.

Later, she cornered him outside the gym. “You’re not just here to check in, are you?”
Hawks raised his hands. “Caught me. HPSC wants to know how stable you are.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re stronger.”
Midoriya paused. “…So what if I am?”
“That scares them.”
There was a beat of silence.
Hawks leaned in, lowering his voice. “They don’t like when power changes. It makes them feel out of control. Be careful.”
Midoriya nodded slowly. “Thanks for the warning.”
He smiled, just a little. “Anytime, Little Feather.”

That night, as she sipped tea in the safety of Aizawa and Mic’s apartment, Midoriya looked down at her hands—smaller, slimmer, but still hers.
She felt stronger. Smarter. More efficient.
But was she still the same person?
From the hallway, she could hear Aizawa muttering to Mic about Hawks sneaking around again. Mic was yelling something about “fashionable scarves.”
She smiled faintly.
At least some things hadn’t changed.

To be continued…

A bit of notes,i didn't own the original anime series ,and this story didnt follow the original event