Foster's POV

Long story short, I'm dead.

Well, not dead... but dead in this game. I was the sacrifice. I had the ultimate role~! I was muy importante! Or so I'd like to boast and lie about, but, to tell you the truth, I did absolutely nothing.

But I have an excuse! Bakugou wanted to decapitate me! I wish I was over exaggerating, making stuff up again- but I'm not. I'm not, in any way shape or form.

It all started with a horrible moment I'll regret for the rest of my short-lived game life.

We made eye contact. I made eye contact with the ash-blonde shemale of my nightmares. His red eyes delved into my soul, and my brown eyes wavered in return, fearful of my life and Ochaco's. Ochaco and I hopped off the tree, nailing the landing if I dare say so myself, and started sprinting. We ran as fast as we could, but that ...demon was so close behind.

I heard a branch break, but I had no time to turn around and look behind me. I had to run and keep running.

"Go on... I'll die here..." I heard a familiar voice, now growing distant, say. It was Ochaco, no doubt about it.

It was time for Foster to be Foster! Legendary, amazing, wonderful! It was time for me to leave my mark on this class and do everything singlehandedly!

I heard the sound of a paintball gun go off and I winced, knowing the gun was hitting the best of my brunette, smiling teammate.

..Or not.

"Bakugou, you're not going to shoot me?" I heard Uravity ask.

"Nah." He nonchalantly brushed her off.

"Why not?" She asked.

"I have an eye out for two people and two people only." Bakugou stated, "Pinkface and Childass, you're going down." His voice suddenly got deeper and one thousand times scarier with that statement.

"Don't treat me as nothing! I could fucking fight you too!" Ochaco yelled, and then I realized, she was giving me more time.

Genius.

Bakugou rolled his eyes and then flared at Ochaco. "I'm letting you live and you want to die?"

She smirked, getting up from when she fell over a branch. "Precisely."

"Dumbass." He scowled.

Ochaco smiled, proud of herself, as his gun went in the air. "Can't kill me now." She shoot him with her own gun three times, smiling giddily in the process.

Bakugou was running off when he got shot, though. Technically speaking, he was out and there was no chance he was winning the game. But, little did I know there was a war unfolding.

Bakugou was still coming after me. He didn't see this as a game, he genuinely wanted to rip my head off.

Lovely.

So, I continued sprinting. Panting, out of breath and assuming I'm safe, I stopped. I hid under a tree, reloading my gun and debating my options. I could die or I could die.

Hmm.

I could hear Ochaco winning at the game, touching people's guns, making them float, and then laughing, but I didn't care about the game anymore. I cared about my life in the brutal assault that was heading toward me.

"C'mon out little Fos-Fos..." Katsuki muttered under his breath. I prepared myself and looked him straight in the eye.

"Ya wanna fight?" I asked, trying to look remotely scary, which is hard for a little Foster like myself.

Bakugou looked at me and laughed. "Not really, but I do want to kill you."

"Oh. That's pleasant. Why does your gender getting changed bother you so much?" I asked him, genuinely curious.

"Well, Deku can brag to me that he's taller than me, even though he naturally isn't!" Katsuki complained, her voice reaching an abnormal high as she pouted.

"That's all?"

"And I woke up with a blood stain on my bed, so I had to fucking wash my sheets! I don't have any fucking tampon or pad, so I really don't know what the fuck to do!"

"Aww." Oops. I guess I put him on his period.

"I can't angrily take my shirt off!"

"Wow. What a tragedy."

His/her eyes started watering due to the variety of period emotions he was feeling, "So, since you did that to me, I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"Reasonable." I nodded my head, agreeing with him. "Or I could just change your gender back."

"You can fucking do that?"

"Yeah. You just have to ask."

"Can you change my gender?"

"Correctly and politely." I teased.

"May you please-"

"Correct."

"CHANGE MY FUCKING GENDER BACK BEFORE I KILL YOU?"

"Good enough." I laughed. "It's a complicated process to change your gender, though. I gotta take a piece of your hair or stab you."

"What the fuck?" She asked, bewildered. "Is this your quirk?"

"Kind of, but not really." I smiled, trying to be polite, then took my hands out of their gloves.

"Dude what the fuck?" She asked me, looking at my hands.

I have really long nails, ok? With said really long nails, I walked up to Bakugou and injected one into his neck.

"What... the hell?" He asked, his voice changing tone, hair reforming, cheekbones becoming more refined.

"I changed your hormones back. Simple, really."

"SO THAT'S YOUR QUIRK!" I heard Pinky scream, as she shot me three times with her paintball gun. Damn.

I was so focused on confusing Katsuki that I forgot about watching my surroundings. I slipped my gloves back on, and looked at Pinky. "I didn't do anything."

"What?"

"I didn't do anything, that's not my quirk." I blatantly lied, putting my hands up in a surrender as she killed me in the game.

"Just keep telling yourself that." She giggled, "Now I know! And I'm leaving! Toodaloo~!"

"You're fucking weird, Child." Bakugou stated.

"Yeah. I know."

"Since I just saw your long as fuck nails and you changed my gender with your quirk, could you tell me what the hell it is?"

"Fine, I guess. So, simply put, I change hormones. I can make you healthy, I could make you have a lack of energy, and inject you with anything."

"I still don't fucking get it."

"Well, I explained it."

"Why'd you change my gender in the first place, childass?"

"I was bored."

"I'll fucking kill you." He threatened.

"Sorry, I didn't think it'd affect you this much. I thought you'd be happy."

"I HAD BLOOD COMING OUT OF A VAGINA I NEVER HAD BEFORE!"

"Oh yeah, sorry... you weren't supposed to be on your period. Okay, I'll make a deal with you so you can get over it."

"What the fuck is it?"

"I'll let you choose whose hormones I play with next."

Katsuki looked like he didn't care about that, and that I'd have to change my apology gift, but then he smirked slightly. "I know exactly who's gender we're changing next, childass."

We walked back to wherever dead people were supposed to go, and that's how I'm here, reflecting on my death. I don't think Katsuki hates me as much as he hates everyone, which I'm ecstatic about, but I think I'm going to lose a new friend.

Shit.