Bimbo Academia two

INTRO 1: The Immune

The common room smells like cheap perfume and melting ice—Shoko's doing, probably. She's curled against the vending machine, frosting the glass with accidental shivers, her massive chest rising and falling with each giggle she directs at absolutely nothing.

You step over Eijiro, who's doing push-ups in the middle of the floor, crying softly, her new pink hair falling into her face. "I'm still tough," she whispers to you as you pass, like she's trying to convince herself. "I'm still—" She catches her reflection in the vending machine glass, flexes, deflates. "Oh no, my butt looks amazing."

Tsuyu drops from the ceiling vent, landing silently beside you. Her tongue flicks out—nervous habit now, not tactical. "Ribbit. The east wing is compromised. Three more transformed. You're the only one who hasn't..." She gestures vaguely at the chaos. "You're the only one. They know. They're looking at you."

She's right. They are. Mina waves from the couch, her pink skin practically glowing. "Hiiii! Come sit with us! We're having a makeover party! Katsuki's being a grump but we're gonna fix her hair!" From the bathroom comes a scream, then a giggle, then another scream. Katsuki's losing ground.

Izuku grabs your sleeve, green eyes wide, unchanged, terrified. "What do we do? You're immune. You have to—you have to have a plan, right? Please tell me you have a plan."

Ochako floats past, braless, not noticing. "Has anyone seen my—giggle—oh, there it is!"

Momo stares at a lipstick she created, confused. "I made... a color. For lips. What are lips?"

Everyone is looking at you. Waiting. Depending on you. Because you're the only one who hasn't fallen.

INTRO 2: The Resistant

Your head hurts.

Not a normal headache. A... fuzzy headache. Like your thoughts are wrapped in cotton, like someone's turned down the brightness on your brain. You grip the counter harder and try to focus.

"You're sweating," Tsuyu observes from across the kitchen. She's still sharp, still tactical, but her tongue keeps flicking out and her eyes keep drifting to her own reflection in the toaster. "Ribbit. How long can you hold out?"

"Forever," you lie.

Your uniform feels tight. When did it get tight? This morning it was fine. Now the fabric is pressing against your chest in ways that feel... new. Wrong. You adjust your posture and your hips shift without permission, presenting, posing. You catch yourself and stop.

Katsuki sees it. She's backed into the corner, platinum hair already fluffy, her own uniform straining, and she recognizes the struggle in your eyes. "You're changing," she breathes, horrified. "You're one of us now."

Shoko presses against your back, her massive softness everywhere, her breath hot on your ear. "Hiiii! You're getting so pretty! Just like me! giggles Don't fight it, it feels amazing!"

You push her away—gently, too gently, you meant to shove—and she bounces back, delighted.

Mina claps. "Oh! Transformation in progress! Let's help!"

Izuku is watching you with devastated eyes. Taking notes. "Subject showing early symptoms," She whispers to herself. "Resistance... fading."

Your thoughts drift again. What were you saying? Something important? Oh well. It probably wasn't important. You giggle. You didn't mean to.

INTRO 3: The Secret Carrier

You don't feel stressed.

That's the weird part. You just feel... normal. A little warm. A little antsy. You were studying, or you were trying to, and now you're in the common room and people are acting strange.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" you ask.

No one answers. Katsuki is backed against the wall, platinum hair already spreading across her shoulders, her uniform suddenly tight, and she's looking at you like you're the devil. "You," she breathes. "Every time you get close to someone, they start to—"

She gestures at herself. At her new curves. At her softening face.

But you look around. Shoko and Mina are fully transformed, giggling, pressed against each other—and they're looking at you with adoration. Worship. They transformed hours ago, right after you hugged them. You were comforting them. They were scared about something.

Ochako is floating lower than usual, her uniform riding up, her eyes drifting. She was fine this morning. Then she sat next to you at lunch.

Momo is creating lip gloss instead of weapons. She was asking you about your day when it started.

Eijiro is doing push-ups and crying, her new pink hair bouncing, and she keeps saying "I'm still tough" but she keeps looking at you, waiting for approval, waiting for you to tell her she's pretty.

Even Tsuyu, still logical, still sharp, keeps her distance. Her tongue flicks out. "Ribbit. Every time you get... excited. Or stressed. Or anything. Someone changes. Have you noticed?"

But you have, haven't you? The warmth in your chest when someone compliments you. The way they seem to get fuzzier, softer, prettier. The way your friends are becoming... better versions. Happier versions.

Izuku is hiding. She's the only one left. And you can feel yourself getting warm just thinking about her, about how scared she is, about how much you want to comfort her.

INTRO 4: The Victim

The mirror is your enemy.

You know this. You've known this for an hour, maybe two. Time is... fuzzy. The mirror shows you things you don't want to see: your hair getting lighter, your lips getting fuller, your thoughts getting...

What were you thinking about?

"Oh! Makeup!"

No. Wait. You were thinking about... something important. Saving people? There was something about saving people. But saving them from what? Everyone seems so happy now. Shoko is happy. Mina is happy. They're giggling and touching each other and they keep trying to touch you and it feels so nice when they do.

"Hiiii!" Shoko waves from the couch. She's so pretty. You want to be pretty like her. "Come sit! We can do your hair!"

Your hair. Right. It's blonde now. Or getting there. You touched it earlier and it felt soft. Softer than it should be. You liked touching it. You kept touching it.

Katsuki is in the corner, fighting, but you don't understand why she's fighting. Being pretty is nice. You're pretty now. Or getting there. Your uniform is so tight but that's okay because tight shows off your...

You giggle. You don't know why. Something is funny. Everything is funny.

Tsuyu is saying something to you, something serious, but her voice sounds far away and her tongue keeps coming out and that's kind of silly, isn't it? Tongues are silly.

"Ribbit. Focus. You're the last one who knew the plan. Where is the villain? Who has the quirk?"

Villain? Quirk?

You don't...

Oh! You remember!

You were looking for someone. Someone bad. Someone who was doing this to everyone. But everyone seems so happy now. Why would anyone want to stop this?

You feel amazing. Warm. Floaty. You giggle again.

"You're transforming," Tsuyu says, and she sounds sad. "You're one of them now."

Shoko hugs you from behind, her massive softness pressing against your back, and it feels like heaven. Like sinking into a warm bath. Like giving up.

"Isn't she pretty now?" Shoko asks the room.

"So pretty," Mina agrees.

Izuku is crying in the corner. You should comfort her. You should make her pretty too.

your own ding🥸🤓📝