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It isn't Kirishima's fault, at least he doesn't think it is. Point is, he didn't mean to do it. 

He had been sparring with with Bakugou when it happened. They'd been going at it for hours, neither of them ever managing to take down the other even if they had came close. Both himself and Bakugou had gotten better since the sports festival and it only made battling like this more fun. 

Bakugou charged at him and he was forced to dodge, barely escaping a blow to the face. He turned around to swipe the blondes feet out from under him when he saw he wasn't there anymore. On guard, he'd looked around the whole room, trying to find where he'd sneak up on him from. When he couldn't find him, he muttered under his breath a quiet, "What the fuck?"

He moved to the door, peeking out of it into the hallway bit still finding no sign of his friend. He was stumped. He knows Bakugou is fast but he can't possibly be fast enough to leave the room in the time it took him to turn around. Besides, it wasn't like Bakugou, even in all his bitchiness, to abandon a battle like that. 

Kirishima shouldered his bag. He took one last glance around room. Huh. He wondered where he'd ran off to. Maybe he should talk to Aizawa, it might me the side effect of some freak quirk messing with his brain, or messing with Bakugou. Likely the first.

Walking down the hallways to his dorm, away from the gym, he heard a high pitched scream. He stiffened. Since interning with Fat Gum, he was always on edge for something like this, always prepared. His instincts took over and he bolted in the direction of the scream. It had come from training grounds where he knew some of his classmates were doing extra work in. 

He pushed his legs as hard as he could. He didn't know the situation, he didn't know who had screamed. It could be a villain attack or it could simply a jump scare. To Kirishima, it wasn't worth the risk to think it was the latter. 

Shoving open the door with his hardened shoulder, he burst into the room to find half of class 1-A frozen in shock staring at Mineta being pressed up against the wall by... Bakugou? 

"You bastard, how did you get out prison huh?" Woah. That was definitely not Bakugou's voice. Kirishima stared at the scene unfolding in front of him. The man, as he was realizing he was not a boy, wore gauntlets similar to Bakugou's and he had those weird spiky things attached behind his ears just as Bakugou does but this was not Bakugou. He's taller than him, at least 6'1, and his hair was shaved into an undercut. 

Mineta squealed and squirmed. "P-put me... down!"

Kirishima dashed forward yanking on the guys arms so he dropped back on the floor. Mineta crawled away and Kirishima watched the man turn to face him, fist raised. The man froze mid punch, his eyes widening. "What the actual fuck."

Oh gosh. Kirishima really wished he wasn't darn attractive. Probably one of the most attractive men he'd seen in his entire life was standing before him and he was supposed to be scolding him. How could he when he had red eyes filled to the brim with emotion, dozens of different emotions, and a jaw line sharper than his own when he's in unbreakable mode. 

He cleared his throat that was suddenly dry. "It's not very manly pinning our classmate up against the wall like that. Leave him alone."

He tried to add bite to his words, he really did. Uraraka ended up coming to stand next to him, hands on her hips. "Yeah. Who do you think you are?" She demanded. He was surprised a girl was defending Mineta, though he assumed it was more she was trying to figure out who this guy who looked like Bakugou was. 

"Who am I?" The man asked eyebrows raising. "You know who I am, pink cheeks. What the fuck happened to you, huh? You and Shitty Hair look like your in high school again. Same with the rest of you fuckers."

Shitty Hair...  

Oh no. This was not happening. Nope, nope, nope. 

"We look like we're in high school? We are in high school!"

"No you're fucking not!"

The cursing, the nicknames, the appearance, the confusion. 

"Yes we are!"

"No, you're not!"

Kirishima shoved himself between the two of them, arm spread wide. "Wait! Both of you!" He glanced at the guy next to him, watched his expression almost soften. Hesitantly he asked the question on his mind. "You're a pro hero, right?"

"What kind of shitty questi-"

"-You're a pro hero, yes or no?" He cut him off. 

The blonde sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes. Pro hero DynaMight."

"What's your civilian name?"

The man smirked. "Katsuki Bakugou."

Holy shit. He was right. This is actually happening. He heard several of his classmates gasps before the room was flooded with dozens of people asking questions. Bakugou, as he apparently was, backed up from the crowd of kids circling around him. There was a chorus of 'no ways' and 'are you from the future?' but Kirishima wasn't paying attention to any of that. His mind was on how Bakugou had disappeared moments ago, it couldn't be a coincidence. 

Midoriya finally spoke up, jumping forward to move the crowd away from Bakugou who was standing surprisingly calm. "Give him some space! Back up!"

"What the fuck is going- oh shit! No fucking way," Bakugou groaned, running a hand down his face. He shot a glare at the entire class. "I'm in the past aren't I?" A series of nods. "Shit. I got hit by that girls fucking quirk just like he warned me not to. Fuck."

"Hold up," Midoriya interrupted. "What quirk?"

"'What quirk'," Bakugou mocked and scowled. He crossed his arms and huffed. "Future less annoying you and I were fighting a woman with a quirk that replaces the person it hits with their past self. That means your Bakugou is raging ten years from now. It also means I'm fuckin' stuck here for who knows how long!"

He punch the wall he had previously held Mineta up against. His hands sparked and everyone took a collective step back except Kirishima. The red head stared at the man in front of him. So he's from the future, he's the hero Bakugou will one day be? Kirishima could admit at least he still looked as stunning as usual, more so even. He felt his face flush. he tried to shove down his blush as best as he could, to no avail. 

Bakugou looked down at him. He raised a eyebrow. "Guess I'm taller than you again, Ei." 

He lightly laughed and Kirishima went as stiff as a board. Holy shit. That was possibly the most wonderful sound he had heard in a long time. Wait. He called him Ei! There no way he was stuffing down his blush now. At his sides, his hands felt sweaty. Kill him now, please. He could barely stand young Bakugou's presence, never mind older, hotter, buffer, deeper sounding... where was he going with this again?

"What is going on in here?"

The door opened to reveal a very confused Aizawa. Kirishima sighed. Thank gods. 

"Kacchan got swapped with future him," Kaminari filled him in, thumb jutting in Bakugou's direction. 

Aizawa scanned over Bakugou before sighing. "I see." He rubbed his temples as if he felt an oncoming headache, Kirishima could relate. "All of you go to your dorms. I'll deal with this. Bakugou, follow me."

"I don't have to listen to you, old man," he retorted even as he starting after him. 

"I see you haven't changed a bit," Aizawa commented holding open the door. 

"Oh you'd be surprised."

As Bakugou and Aizawa left the class burst into chaos. Kirishima stood in the middle of it, completely stunned. This was going to be interesting to say the least.

-:-

Three hours later and he still hadn't fully taken in what had happened. Bakugou wasn't his Bakugou but he was still Bakugou, if that made any sense? He was from the freaking future! It made Kirishima wonder about the quirks they had in the future if there was one that could send people back in time like this. 

The door to the common room opened and out stepped Aizawa with future Bakugou in tow. The two of them walked over so they stood in front of the couches. Aizawa stuffed his hands in his pockets. "It appears the quirk should wear off eventually, no longer then a week, that is unless the heroes in the future can get the girl to reverse her quirk before then. Until that can happen, Bakugou will be staying here at UA. You are allowed to ask questions or whatever, I don't care."

Aizawa left the room, leaving the class to sit in silence until Kaminari spoke up. "Won't asking questions destroy the time continuum or something?"

Bakugou snorted. "Tch. It doesn't work like that. The universe has already made up for all this happening. Most of what I say and do won't matter to any of you for another ten years and by then this will all seem like some fucked up hazy dream. Those comic books are lying shits when it comes to time travel."

"And you're okay with us asking questions?" Tsu asked, leaning forward in anticipation. 

"Yeah, fucking whatever." He crossed his arms and plopped down on the couch, right between Sero and Kirishima. Kirishima looked over at him and tried to offer a smile though he was panicking. He was trying as hard as he could to come to terms with this whole thing but there was just so much to take in. Bakugou seemed so much... calmer? Relaxed? It was hard to explain. And he looked so different to with the shorter hair and slight adjustments to his hero costume. It was off putting but mesmerizing at the same time. 

Midoriya frowned. "You clearly haven't learned not to swear so much Kacchan."

"Ah shut your pie hole Izuku," he snapped. "It ain't nothing you've never heard before."

The green haired boy stilled. "I'm sorry, did you just call me Izuku?"

"Yeah. What about it, huh?" He smirked and leaned back, clearly knowing the real meaning behind his words. "Don't worry Deku, I haven't gone all sappy just yet."

Kirishima laughed with the others at Midoriya's shocked face but inside his chest something pulled at his guts. Call him selfish or too naive but he was kind of hoping he was the only one on a first name basis with Bakugou in the future (or what he assumes is a first name basis from what he called him earlier). It's probably just his pathetic crush that's playing mind games with him. 

"Wait! Are those hearing aids!" Sero exclaimed poking at Bakugou's ears. 

The blonde scowled and swatted him away. "Yeah ya asshole. Don't touch them!"

Sero grinned. "Cool dude. You deaf or something?"

Despite giving him a middle finger, he still answered. "Partially. Curtsy of having a bad ass explosive quirk."

"Never mind the hearing aids!" Mina shouted jumping forward so she was directly in front of Bakugou. Kirishima watched as she grabbed his ungloved hands (he was surprised Bakugou allowed her to touch him) and inspected them. "Is that a ring!"

Bakugou sighed in annoyed matter. "Yeah. Your point?"

Kirishima looked at his hands and sure enough, on his ring finer was a silver band. He felt another tug in his gut. He was married? The Bakugou Katsuki. Mr I'm-Unapproachable is married? At 25? 

Hagakure squealed from one of the nearby couches while everyone stared in shock. "Who's the lucky girl?" 

"Guys, I wouldn't pressure Kacchan like th-"

"Lucky guy, get it right," Bakugou answered calmly. It was so uncharacteristic for him, especially the way he looked down at the ring with a small smile on his lips. Seeing the look on his face, Kirishima had no doubt Bakugou loved whoever it was. A very lucky guy indeed, Kirishima thought idly. He can't imaginable what it would be like married to Bakugou but he was sure it was a hell of a lot of fun.  

"Well," Mina asked, "who is he? Whats he like?"

"He's strong, stronger than any of you, and he's the best goddamn husband this world has ever seen. Though he can't cook for shit." Bakugou's face lit up as he spoke, like he couldn't help but proudly brag about his husband. 

Kirishima pushed past the painful tightening of his chest and forced out a laugh. "I bet that's why he married you. We all know how well you can cook."

Bakugou stared at him with some odd look in his eyes, something Kirishima didn't recognize. It was a mix of curiosity and something else, something similar to the way he looked at the ring. Kirishima wished his face wasn't so red then, he probably looked like an idiot. He kept trying to remind himself that this Bakugou is ten years older then him, that this Bakugou is different but somehow he couldn't help but seem him as his Bakugou, the one he knows now in the present. 

"Who's the number one hero in the future?" Kaminari said, interrupting Kirishima's thoughts. Bakugou looked away from him and he felt his heart sink just a little. 

"No one. There isn't any rankings anymore after there was too many fucking ties." He glared at Todoroki and Midoriya. "You fuckers have to ruin everything."

"What did we even do?!"

"You assholes had to tie with me for first. Pricks." Bakugou grunted but there was a playful smile behind his words. That teasing smile was scary on its own. Completely different from what present Bakugou would have done. 

Midoriya smiled in return. "I take it back. You do seem like you've matured."

"You bet I have! I'm still fucking better than you!"

"I'm sure you like to think that."

Kirishima watched the interaction with great amusement. He liked this side of Bakugou. It was more like the side only he got to see when they were studying together. Not calmer, still aggressive as ever, just less harsh. 

He smiled. The future didn't sound horrible. He thought back to what he'd said earlier. He nudged Bakugou's shoulder and asked, "So, what did you say earlier about you being taller than me again." 

"Ha," he clicked his teeth together. "Besides octopus arms here you're the tallest fucking kid from our old class. 6'7 last time we checked. You hit your fucking head on the agency door frame this morning and left a shitty dent."

Kirishima reveled in the laugh Bakugou gave off. It really was one of the best sounds in the world. Not that he didn't like present day Bakugou's laugh, he loves it (as rare as it is), but this was deeper and more lighthearted, like he didn't care if laughing made him look weak. 

"Are we all pro heroes in the future?" Iida asked. 

"All of us 'cept for the fucking grape. He's rotting in jail as he deserves."

No one had to ask why he was behind bars, they all could conclude enough. 

"You idiots should be getting to bed," Bakugou said, eyes shifting to the clock on the wall. He yawned and Kirishima noted the tongue piercing he had on his inner lip. He liked that he's still a earlier sleepier, it's comforting to know that Bakugou will always be like that. Besides, the hint of worry in his voice brought a smile to his lips. 

There was a series of groans from his classmates as Bakugou stood up. "At least let me sleep if you all aren't going to, which is a shitty decision. I forget where my old fucking room is, anyone up to guide me." Cue the many hands being stuck in the air. Bakugou ignored them and nudged his shoulder. "Ei? Your room is next to mine. Lets go." 

He wasn't left much choice but to follow Bakugou out of the common room, but not before catching Mina mouthing 'Ei?' at him. He'd shrugged his shoulders in response. It was weird, following a Bakugou this tall. He was only half a foot taller than him now at most but it was still otherworldly. 

One question replayed in his head as he guided Bakugou to his room. He glanced at the explosive blonde. "Why do you keep calling me Ei?"

"What? Want me to call you Shitty Hair like normal?" He retorted.

He shook his head and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Yes- I mean no? It's just, I don't get why you even say Ei in the first place."

"Well it short for your name, Eijirou, dumbass."

"I know,  but why do you call me Eijirou?"

Bakugou stopped in the hallway. His eyes scanned him up and down, a questioning look on his face. After a few seconds he snorted and continued to walk, clearly finding what he was looking for. "We're not on a first basis yet, are we?"

His face went bright red. "N-no? Are we supposed to be?"

"Soon."

He rolled his eyes. "That's not cryptic at all."

They had reached their dorms by that time. Kirishima shifted on the balls of his feet while Bakugou stared at the door of his dorm. He wanted to reach out and smooth out the wrinkles forming on his forehead as his frown deepened. He was staring at the door like it was a bad memory, maybe it was, Kirishima wasn't sure he wanted to know. Without looking at him, he asked in one of the most vulnerable ways he's ever heard Bakugou speak, "You don't get nightmares, do you?" 

"Sometimes," he admits with a shrug. "Only on bad days and even those aren't often."

"Hmm." Bakugou grabbed the handle of the door, hesitating to open it. "If you... if you hear screaming just tell the others not to worry or something."

Kirishima wanted to ask more, he wanted to help somehow but Bakugou had already opened and shut the door behind him. He stared at that door longingly. If this was his Bakugou, he could knock on that door, he could force him to let him in and they'd probably watch a movie or play video games until the blonde gathered up his pride and guts to tell him what was bothering him. But this wasn't his Bakugou, this was a twenty-five year old man who shared similar features with Bakugou. He was different, not entirely but just enough to make Kirishima uncertain of how he'd react if he did those things. Enough to make him uncertain of whether they are still close enough in the future to do that sort of thing, if the first name basis is just habit not from still being friends. 

Sighing, he turned away from the door and entered his own room next door. As cool as it was having future Bakugou there, he was starting to realize it wasn't all that great. With thoughts of their future came thoughts of doubt. Even if Bakugou said they were all heroes, he saw the look in his eyes, the pain hidden inside his irises. He was glad he could at least still read Bakugou's expressions, but this was not a good look. It made him wonder what happened to some of them, did all of them make it on every mission? Maybe they were all heroes but were they all good ones?

Pulling back his covers, Kirishima curled up on his bed. Was he a bad hero? Was he a bad person? Did anyone keep in touch with each other when they are old? Was he still friends with this class? His chest tightened. He doesn't know what he'd do without his friends, all of them. Bakugou was right on the other side of this wall and yet Kirishima had never felt farther from him. Especially knowing his Bakugou is in the future navigating the same things as he is. He's probably not a happy camper. He can't imagine what it must feel like being yanked out of the present like that. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He'll worry about it in the morning. For now, he sleeps. 

-:-

The first thing he heard when he woke up at three in the morning was screaming. 

He'd never been quicker to dart out of his bed. It was coming from through the wall. Bakugou...

Bolting out the door, he noticed Shoji opening his door in concern. He looked to Kirishima. "What's going on?"

The memories of what happened yesterday came flooding back to him, the memories of future Bakugou and what he'd told him. "It's nothing," he yelled. "Bakugou warned me about this, tell the others everything is fine if they ask."

That's all he'd said before he yanked open Bakugou's door and rushed in. He spotted Bakugou withering on his bed, a strangled gasp coming from him. His hands were setting of sparks, sweat glistening on his forehead and through his too small shirt. He knelt down next to him and started shaking his shoulders lightly. 

"Bakugou?" He asked, shaking a little harder when he had no response. "Bakugou? Bakugou? Come on, you're in a nightmare. Bakugou?!" Concern tugged at his chest when he still continued to whimper between screams, not waking up. "Bakugou?! Katsuki?!"

He shot up in the bed, eyes widening. Labored breaths came from his mouth as he frantically scanned the room, legs scrambling. He spotted Kirishima and gasped, pushing himself away from him. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the-"

"Hey, come down," Kirishima urged, trying to comfort the man. "You got sent into the past, remember?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, nodding. "Right, fuck. Yeah, yeah, I... I remember."

He didn't like the way his voice wobbled and wanted to do something to make it go away, anything. Momentarily he recalled that this Bakugou had boundaries just like how present day Bakugou does, he doesn't know what those boundaries are. 

He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, eyes shifting back to Kirishima. His hand reached out and he took a strand of his red hair in his fingers. Starring at it, he said, "I forgot what you looked like with your shitty hair down like this." 

Kirishima adverted his eyes. He was right. He isn't really that close to him in the future if he doesn't know what he looks like with his hair down. 

"You're just going to avoid what all the screaming was about?" He asked, pursing his lips together. 

"It's part of being a hero," he answered, releasing his hair and lying back down, squinting, almost glaring, at the ceiling. "You find ways to cope with it eventually. That's one of the few fucking things I liked about Aizawa, he never tried to hide how hard being a hero is from us."

When he looked at him again, he didn't see the man he'd been seeing for the last day, he saw a boy. Someone too young still to have their mind shattered, to young to be screaming late in the night from a nightmare that haunted them for too long. Kirishima realized that's what the teachers always mean when they say the class is so young. They are not children in their eyes, they are people who should have had longer to live without this weird weight in their chest. 

"It's a fucking mess," Bakugou said, glancing at him. "What's to come will fuck you up. It will have some shitty reprecutions but I promise you the future isn't complete shit. It'll be bad for a while and then, then you'll have everything you've ever wanted."

The blonde rolled onto his side so he was facing Kirishima. Their eyes met and he saw the same ferocity he see's in present day Bakugou. The ferocity he fell in love. 

"Ask." Bakugou urged. "Just fucking ask it Shitty Hair. I know you want to."

He fiddled with the corner of one of Bakugou's sheets. "What are the nightmares about?"

"Not that idiot." He whacked him on the head lightly. "The other thing. I can see it in your eyes, you've been wanting to ask since I fucking got here." 

"Uh," he paused feeling self-conscious. "What am I like? In the future I mean."

Bakugou smiled and he couldn't help but stare at that smile. It was small and subtle. Just a tug at the corner of his lips that was barely noticeable in the dark of the room. He wasn't sure how to feel about the butterflies he knew all to well when it came to Bakugou, both the present and future versions of him. 

"You're a little shit, like a leech I can't shake." As he said that, the smile widened enough that he could see that lip piercing again and the whites of his teeth. He laughed and smacked his shoulder. Bakugou snickered at that before calming down. "Okay, okay. You're the same shitty haired bastard just with more confidence. Well fucking deserved confidence. You're manly as fuck."

Honestly, that was probably the highest compliment he'd received in a the past few months. He had no chance at taming the wide spread grin that emerged on his features. "Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah."

And gods, curse the butterflies. It was such a Bakugou thing to say. 

The blonde sat up in the bed again. He turned to him. "Do you want to see what you look like? 

He perked up at that. "You have a picture?"

"No, I can share my thoughts with you. Yes, I have a fucking picture. Pass me my shirt," he demanded and Kirishima complied, grabbing it of the back of the desk chair next to the bed. He took it and and flipped it inside out, revealing a little hidden pocket on the inside. Tucked in there was two thin pieces of laminated paper. The first was his ID card and the second a picture. He handed it to Kirishima. "That's you."

He stared at himself from the future, taking everything in. The first think he noticed was his hair. It was still red (thank gosh) but was shaved into an undercut with a weird lined pattern etched into it. It was kind of growing on him. The second most noticeable thing was the scars across his nose and lip. It was hard to see his eye scar when he was smiling as wide as he was in the photo. Peaking out from the red V-neck he was wearing he could see more pale scars. He didn't look half bad, all things considered. 

He smiled at Bakugou. "That's pretty cool. Why'd I cut my hair?"

"Of course you ask about the hair." He rolled his eyes. "Styling it was getting to be to much work and during intense battles it got in the way to you chop most of it off. You were fucking crying so I cut my own hair to that shitty style to make it easier. Fucking bastard, just laughed at me." 

"Huh, fair." He tilted his head to inspect the photo one last time before handing it back. He stood up and said, "Well you and I both should be getting some sleep. I'll see you in the morning, hopefully we can get you back to the future then."

He walked over to the door about to open it when he heard Bakugou speak. "Eijirou?"

He paused and glanced back. "Yeah?"

"Can you-Fuck. Can you stay? On the floor or some shit." Bakugou wouldn't meet his eyes. Kirishima nodded, even if the man couldn't see it, and sat down on the floor next to the bed. He took a pillow from the bed and put in under his head, the rest of his body not minding just being on the floor. 

There was silence that hung in the room for a few minutes as the two of them tried to fall asleep. It was uncomfortable unlike how most silences with present day Bakugou were. Kirishima felt an odd ache in his chest. He tilted his head to look at Bakugou. "Do you miss your version of Kirishima." 

"You have no fucking idea."

Kirishima was sure he did if that ache was anything to go by. He sighed and turned to face the ceiling again, arms crossing behind his head. "We'll get both of you back to where you belong, promise."

From then on there was no conversation. He fell into a calm sleep, his thoughts still on the boy he loved and when he'd get him back. 

-:-

He was hot, too hot. It didn't take Kirishima long after he woke up to realize that was because he was wrapped in a pile of blankets. He sat up, remembering he was in Bakugou's room, and yawned. Looking around the room, he noticed the blonde had already gotten up and left. Still an early riser, clearly. 

It took him only a few minutes to get back to his room and finish up his morning routine that included spiking his hair. The sun streamed through the windows in the dorms, brightening up the hallway Kirishima walked down. Just as he was about to enter the common room he felt a hand grab his wrist and yank on him. He yelped as he was tugged in to one of the dorm rooms. 

Mina, his captor, poked his chest that had hardened on instinct. "Where do you think you're going mister?"

"Uh-" he pointed his thumb back at the door- "to get breakfast?"

"No you're not. We have important things to discuss!" She exclaimed and pointed to Sero and Kaminari who were sitting on the bed of her dorm room. He waved awkwardly to them. Mina put her hands on her hips. "We need the inside scoop on what's going on with BakuBig."

He winced. "Please. Don't call him that."

"Only if you gossip with us!"

He sighed and sat down on the bed. "I don't know what you want me to tell you?"

"What happened after you guys left." Sero asked. Kirishima retold the events of the night before, going over pretty much everything except for his own embarrassment at some points. When he was done the group stared at him for a good few seconds before Mina shook her head, muttering, "You're an idiot."

"What? No." He argued, crossing his arms. 

Kaminari nodded. "Yes, you are dude. We've been trying to tell you for weeks that Bakubro likes you and this is only confirming it."

Likes him? What- no. That wasn't what was going on here. He waved around his hands in protest. "No. Even if present day Bakugou likes me what's to say future Bakugou likes future me? Hmm? You guys are crazy." 

"You're the crazy one!" Mina challenged. "He keeps your picture on him."

"And calls you by your birth name."

"And apparently misses you a lot."

"And-"

"Okay, okay!" He shushed them. "I get it. Still, I don't think that's exactly true."

"You can't use the 'what if he's straight' excuse anymore!" Sero poked at his shoulder. Kirishima wished he could deny it but after what Bakugou said yesterday about his husband, he was definitely not straight. 

His eyes widened. "Wait! HA! He can't like future me because he's married!"

"To someone who can't cook! You can't cook!"

"I can too!"

"No, you can't."

The whole group visibly froze at the sound of the deeper voice. Kirishima turned his head to the door, staring open mouthed at the tall blonde who stood at the entrance to Mina's room smirking. A small chuckle left his lips. "What are you idiots looking at, huh?"

You and the fact you caught us talking about you. 

"Bakugou!" Mina squealed and clasped her hands together. "Do we know who your married to?"

He grunted. "What's with you shitty losers and my love life? Especially you, Pinky." He pointed at Mina. "Always on my nerves about that stuff even in the future."

"Not my fault if you have a love life of any kind it has to be interesting, knowing you and your personality," she acknowledged. 

Bakugou shook his head, still not answering the question. He turned to leave. "Come on. I've got a heck of a lot of shit I still wanted to see again."

-:-

Kirishima was coming to realize this Bakugou wasn't a whole lot different except when it came to his tolerance for other people. He still loved to cook, he made possibly the best breakfast any of their class has had in a while. He still seems to hate the cold, refusing to go outside in the autumn chill. Also, he still enjoyed challenges as Kaminari and Midoriya were proving quite well on their own. He'd seen them have several scuffles this morning ranging all from dares as to who could finish their food the fastest to who would win in a fight (Bakugou winning nearly all the challenges except in a Mario cart race with Kaminari and Sero). 

It was fun but as Kirishima sat on the couch at the end of the day, he knew it wouldn't last for long. Any time now Bakugou would be going back to the future and they'd get their Bakugou back. 

Midoriya plopped down on the couch next to him after leaving the kitchen where Bakugou and Todoroki were having an argument about whether eating soba cold was normal or not. He leaned his head back. "I will never get used to hearing him call me Izuku. It's so creepy. I keep thinking I'm about to get in trouble or something."

"Apparently you do," he answered. "Get used to it, I mean."

"Yeah, apparently." Midoriya sighed. "Is it not weird for you. Y'know, having him here with all the answers to our future."

Kirishima laughed and shrugged. "Oh it's weird. I just... I don't know. He acts like this a lot when he's with me. I really just think once he'd friends with you he starts having less of temper with you. Maybe he's just friends with all of us in the future."

"Kacchan, friends with me?" Midoriya shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe but not likely." 

He nodded though he didn't agree. In the past year he'd watched Bakugou's respect for Midoriya grow, even only in the slightest bit. He can see how ten years from now they would be closer. He can see a lot of things being different ten years from now. He glanced back at Bakugou, hands flying as he tried to reason with Todoroki in the kitchen area. He felt a smile quirk up on his face. He wondered then how his Bakugou was doing in the future. He hopes he's alright. 

Chapter Text

It wasn't Katsuki's fault. Well, technically it is. Point is, he didn't mean to do it.

One moment he'd been fighting Shitty Hair and the next he was stumbling into a wall. A surprised gasp escaped his mouth as his head collided with concrete and everything went black. When he woke his head was pounding and his feet felt numb. A groan escaped his lips as he came to consciousness. His eyes blinked open, blinded by the bright lights of what had to be a hospital room. He pushed himself up in the bed he found himself in, rubbing at his eyes.

What had happened? Did he seriously get knocked out by running into a wall? Where was Shitty Hair? They were fighting, weren't they?

He looked to his left where a figure was slumped in their seat, gripping his hand. He had to stifle a shocked yelp at the sight before him. It was Shitty Hair but he didn't look like his Shitty Hair. His hair that earned him the nickname was cut significantly shorter and was styled into an undercut. The man before him was bigger and buffer. He had white scars scattered across his dark skin and bolder features. He looked... older.

"How fucking long was I unconscious?" he muttered to himself.

"About a few hours."

The reply from his right made him flinch. He turned to bark at the person that it clearly hadn't been just a few hours when what he saw made him jaw slacken at a loss for words. He could recognize that head of messy green hair anywhere. It was Deku, with muscles (a true shocker) and again, like Kirishima, much older looking.

"What the actual fuck."

Deku shook his head and leaned against the wall behind him. "You, or rather future you, got hit with a quirk that sent you into the future and him back in time. Judging by your appearance, you're from ten years in the past."

Katsuki didn't even process those words. "What the fuck."

"Exactly," Deku said. He stuck his hand out to him. "I'm Izuku but you probably already figured that much out. Oh, and that's Kirishima cutting of the circulation to your hand."

He look back at the red head sleeping in the chair. It was true that he slept like a rock, and Katsuki's hand was starting to go numb. He snarled. "He's so..."

"Hot?"

He snapped his head in his direction. "No! What the fuck you bastard! I was going to say drooly!"

Deku hummed, clearly unconvinced. Katsuki wasn't even sure if he'd convinced himself. "Sure Kacchan. Don't worry, I won't steal your man."

"He's not my man!"

"Hm. It's pretty obvious you liked him ten years ago." Deku smiled sheepishly like the little shit he is. "This is the future Kacchan, everything has already happened and you can't hide it from any of us."

"Us?"

"Hi!" Katsuki nearly jumped out of his skin from the sound of a voice coming from the foot of his bed. "It's Hagakure!"

He clenched his free hand into a fist. She was standing there that entire fucking time? That's not unsettling at all. Eh sighed and ran his hand down his face. He's going to get a headache if this shitty nonsense continues.

He felt something stir next to him and looked over to see Kirishima waking up probably from all the noise. He glared at the air in front of him where he was sure invisible girl was standing. "Great, you woke the bastard up."

The red head yawned and rubbed at his eyes with his free hands. Then, out of nowhere, he snapped up right, eyes widened in a frantic state. He immediately look down at Katsuki's and his hands intertwined before pulling his gaze to his face. The worry in his eyes lessened as he breathed a sigh. "Oh thank gods. You're okay."

Katsuki snorted and yanked his hand out of his, crossing his arms. "Course I'm okay Shitty Hair."

Kirishima stared at his now empty hand seeming a little hurt. "Right. You're not Katsuki."

"Yes I am? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh?!"

"I think what Kirishima means," Deku said slowly, "is that you aren't the same Kacchan we know now. You're uh, past Kacchan."

He narrowed his eyes. "Is that a bad thing."

"No," Kirishima said at the same time Deku said, "For me it is."

Bakugou wanted to snap that things should always be bad for Deku but he refrained, scowling to himself. He hopes to all that's out there in the universe that the future isn't so bad if he's stuck here for the next while. He glanced at the red head next to him. At least the views good here.

"Bakugou," Hagakure said, pulling on gloves. "We can get you back to your timeline, all we need is to get the woman who's quirk did this to you and have her reverse the effects."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go kick some ass so I can get back fucking home."

"It's not that simple, Kat," Kirishima said, leaning back in his chair. Katsuki tried his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach at the sound of part of his name of the red heads tongue. He wondered what his Kirishima would sound like saying that. Fucking feelings, piss off. "She seems to have disappeared. When you, Hagakure and Midoriya were fighting her, you got hit with her quirk and then got swapped with your future and past selves. After that, she vanished. We haven't been able to find her yet but we have everyone working on it."

So he's stuck here until they can find this woman? Just fucking peachy.

Hagakure had put on a shirt by the time he looked back to where she was. She flattened out it's wrinkles. "For now, we are putting Kirishima in charge of you. He'll show you around and keep you safe. You won't break the time continuum or any of that if you find out stuff so ask as many questions as you feel. I'm sure he'll be happy to answer them." She walked over to the door. "I have to go. I have a date I'm late to."

"Say hi to Oijirou for us!" Kirishima called after her. He turned to him and smiled. "The doctors just have to do a couple check ups on you to make sure you don't have a concussion then we can get going, kay?"

Looking at his bright smile, Katsuki had a feeling this was going to be a long day.

-:-

It was six o'clock by the time the nurses let him out. He left the hospital room with a frown on his face. Standing outside in the hallway was Kirishima and, thank gods, no more Deku. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the man in front of him. He was really fucking tall, at least 6'7 and ripped as fuck. He wished he wasn't still in his hero costume so his face wouldn't be so red. No. Scratch that. The heat in his face was worth the view. He gaped at all the little white scars across his chest and hands. He had the most confident grin on his face that Katsuki had ever seen. Surely this wasn't what Shitty Hair would one day turn out to be. This had to be a dream.

He was assured it was not, in fact, a dream when he felt Kirishima lift him off the ground by the collar. He thrashed and kicked and Kirishima only laughed. He grinned at him. "I forgot you were such a twerp when we were kids."

"Fuck off!" He yelled at him, setting an explosion in his hands. "Put me down you fucking brick house!"

"Haven't heard that one before. Is this really that embarrassing?" he said laughing. Katsuki continued to thrash in his grasp. Kirishima smiled at him and poked his shoulder. "Aww, you're blushing."

He felt himself be dropped to his feet. Scowling, he brushed down his shirt that had crinkled up. He glared at Shitty Hair. "Why the fuck are you such an asshole in the future?"

"Mm, you rubbed off on me." Katsuki raised his fits, threatening to give off another explosion. Kirishima bumped shoulders with him, or at least tried to but their heights were just too different. "Oh come on, Kats. I'm just poking fun. It's weird seeing you like this after all these years."

"Stop calling me that." So I can't have a fucking moment when my face isn't burning, went unsaid.

"Calling you what? Kats?"

"Yes you idiot."

"Why?"

What the fuck does he mean why? It's weird! It sounds like their fucking dating or something! Right now he's ten years older than him! It's fucking strange!

He frowned, choosing not to answer. Kirishima noticed his stubbornness and sighed. They spent the rest of the walk out of the hospital in silence. Katsuki was still struggling to figure out how any of this was possible. The future didn't look futuristic at all. There was no weird fancy tech, no signs of any apocalypses. Nada. He's kind of disappointed. That shit would have been pretty sick to see.

They made it out onto the streets and still nothing seemed very different. They made it a block or two when a group of teens stopped them. One of them with red dyed hair looked like they were going to explode from excitement. "You're Red Riot!" They exclaimed, the biggest smile ever on their face. Their friends all gaped at Kirishima. "Oh my gosh, you're really Red Riot!"

"Sure am," Kirishima beamed and stuck a hand out for the teen to shake. "Pleasure to meet you!"

"I can't believe I'm meeting you! You're my idol!" They pointed to their hair. "I dyed my hair because of you!"

"Yeah!" Another one of the kids said. She stepped forward and put an arm around the other teen. "Me and Jun are going to be a hero duo like you and DynaMight!"

Katsuki watched the man beside him eyes glisten with pure joy. Kirishima placed a hand on the kids shoulder. "You have no idea what that means to me." Both him and the two kids smiled. "I'll tell DynaMight about this, I'm sure he'll be over the moon. This guy and I have to get going." He jabbed his thumb in Katsuki's direction. "I bet you two will be great heroes. I'll see on the field in a few years, yeah?"

As he started to walk away the entire group shouted out a chorus of thank you's and Katsuki's ear picked up a few cheers for Riot to stay strong and be a wall that would never break. Something swelled in his chest. Kirishima just... those kids... holy crap. As soon as he gets back he has to tell his Shitty Hair about this. He bets he'll faint on the spot.

His eyes shifted to meet Kirishima's as they walked. "How often does that happen?"

He shrugged. "Getting stopped by fans? Often enough for me to not feel like I have to hide my face and still love whenever someone does recognize me. Having someone want to be become like me? Only seen that twice before and I cried the first time."

Of course he cried. That sounds exactly like him. "What rank are you?"

"Huh?" Kirishima seemed confused at first before seeming to realize what he meant. "Oh, that. Uh, I was eighth for a while before they shut down the rank system."

"They took down the ranking system?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, it was just pitting everyone against each other and hurting people. Why did we need to rank heroes when their job was keeping people safe. It didn't matter who did it best as long as it gets done. Everyone's a hero, and the real heroes didn't care where they ended up on the leader board anyways."

I care who's on the leader board.

Katsuki turned his head to the ground. It's always nice when he gets those reality checks that he's not really a hero. "Huh. I'm guessing I wasn't one of those heroes. Probably went against taking down the system."

"No. You were the one leading the change alongside Midoriya and Todoroki. You three were always tied for number one anyways." Kirishima smiled at him. He bumped his fist into his shoulder. "Don't worry too much. You're an amazing hero."

He narrowed his eyes. "I'm not worrying!"

"Dude, I've known you for years, I know when you're worrying."

Maybe that was another thing that caught him off guard. How calm Kirishima was around him, how comfortable. Past Shitty Hair of course is comfortable too but he doesn't say things like 'I've known you for years'and 'I know when you're worrying'. He doesn't call him Kat or Kats. Katsuki felt his stomach flip at the thought of him doing those things in their timeline. He scowled at the feeling. Stupid crush.

"Are me and fucking Deku partners or some shit?" He growled with disgust. "Why are him and I always on missions together."

Kirishima burst into laughter. "You and Midoriya?! Ha! You would never!" He shook his head, coming down a bit. "You guys are friends now but you two are always battling and challenging each other, there's no way you could start an agency together. You're epic as a team in big battles but no way man."

Thank All Might. He could maybe tolerate friends (emphasis on the maybe) but partners would be too much like a flipped reality than the future.

He nodded his head. "And how 'bout you and you're fucking partner. DynaMight or some shit."

"He's the best dang partner out there. The best hero out there in my opinion," Kirishima said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Something in Katsuki made his chest ache. He tried to picture the type of person Shitty Hair would partner with. They were probably just fucking great. Okay, and maybe it hurt to know he's not the best hero in Kirishima's eyes but at least the bastard was getting a good partner. Still, Katsuki huffed and challenged the person he didn't even know. "I bet I could kick his ass."

Kirishima snorted. "I bet if you met him you would think he's the best hero." Before he could respond, the red head stopped in front of one of the apartment buildings. "Here we are."

"And where is here?" He asked as they climbed the stairs of the building till they reached the third floor. Kirishima unlocked one of the doors and grinned at him.

"Wait here, kay? I don't want all the future stuff to overwhelm you all at once."

"Asshole. I want to see the cool tech you dumb shit!"

"There is no cool tech!" Kirishima called from inside the flat. "It's the photo's and shit that I don't want you to see. Some if it might come off very surprising to you and I don't want you passing out on me for the second time today!"

That bastard thinks he's weak enough to just pass out. He'll show him. Katsuki tugged open the door just in time to see Kirishima slam shut a drawer. He whipped around to face him.

"Dude! I said wait there!"

"And do you think I wait for shit?"

The two of them glared at each other before Kirishima broke eye contact with an annoyed sigh. He brought his hand up to rub his face. "You're just as impossible as I remember."

Katsuki would have made a snarky comeback if his attention hadn't been caught by something else. On the hand he was dragging down his face, was a sliver band wrapped around his fourth finger. His eyes widened. That couldn't be. No fucking way. "Is that a fucking wedding ring?!"

The red head glanced at his hand while rubbing his neck sheepishly. "Oh, um, yeah?"

"You gonna elaborate on the one Shitty Hair?" He felt like he could blow up a wall. How the ever living fuck is Kirishima married? Sure he's at the right age and he's got the looks but fuck, he's not supposed to be married. That's ridiculous. He can't picture the bubbly red head he knows married. He can see him settling down, sure but not with some dude. "Who the fuck is he? Do I get to meet him? I want to know the bastard who thinks he can marry my best friend."

"Ah, so you're from those few months between when I came out as gay and started calling you Kats," Kirishima noted. "That's useful. I was a little confused when exactly you're from."

"Don't avoid the question."

"I- there's no point in arguing, is there?" Kirishima sighed when he shook his head. Shitty Hair plopped down on the couch in the middle of the living area. He motioned for Katsuki to take a seat across from him and he did. "Listen. He's great okay. You love him, trust me. You won't be meeting him today but one day you'll know who he is, okay?"

Katsuki grunted. "I don't understand. You said you were never getting married. Why is the future so fucking weird."

"I said I wouldn't marry because I thought no guy I love would ever love me back, at least in that way." Kirishima smiled softly. "But one guy did and y'know things change. The futures not weird, it's wonderful Katsuki. You'll grow into liking it."

Katsuki.

Yeah, when he gets home he's going to force that shitty haired prick to call him that because now that he's heard it, he doesn't want it to ever stop. Geez, could be a little less cheesy there, brain. This, this is why he's not allowed to spend this much time around shirtless Kirishima.

Riot slapped his knees, pushing himself to his feet. "How about we go make some dinner and then head to bed, yeah? We've got a big day tomorrow with finding that woman and all."

He nodded and followed him into Kirishima's kitchen. Let's see if he can still cooks like shit.

-:-

Katsuki can full heartedly say his cooking skills have gotten no better. He really pities his husband if that's what he has to eat every night. He ended up cooking for the grown man so they wouldn't get food poisoning. Not long after that Kirishima had set up a bed for himself on the ground, offering his actual bed to Katsuki. He didn't decline the offer and tucked himself into the sheets happily after changing into one of Kirishima's smaller shirts. After an hour in the dark of the room, he finally heard the red head start to snore, showing he was asleep. Katsuki crawled out of the bed then, tip toeing into the living room.

He sat down on the couch right in front of the window, letting a sigh escape his lips. It felt better being able to look out the window at the stars like he could in his dorm room. Plus, if he spent any longer around Kirishima, he might've combusted. It's hard enough having a quirk that activates by sweat around his timelines Kirishima, never mind this strange fucking master piece of a man. Oh gods, does this mean he has a crush on a twenty-five year old? No. It's fine. People find older people hot all the time. How else to celebrities make money?

Sitting up on the couch, he put his head in his hands. He needed to get home. He missed UA and he missed the familiarity of his timeline. He missed his Kirishima, even if this version of him isn't shit. They just need to find that girl and he can go home.

He opened his eyes and found himself staring down at the glass coffee table. He though nothing of it at first until through the glass he saw a basket of books sitting under the table. He furrowed his brows and pulled it out, eyes scanning over the dozens of photo albums. Take that Kiri, forgot to put these fuckers away.

When reaching to take the top one out, he hesitated. Maybe this isn't a good idea. He frowned before taking the album out. Then again, when did he ever have a good idea.

He read the name on the cover. Hero photo's. He smirked. Now this is the one he wants to see. The first photo was a group photo with a combination of all the kids form class 1-A, 1-B and a the big three from class 3-A. It seemed they were posing for some hero convention. He immediately spotted Kirishima's red hair, still spiked up at that point in time. His arms were wrapped around both himself and Tamaki. Behind him was Mirio, Pinky, Dunce face and Tape arms all grinning and hugging each other. A smile quirked on to his lips. Yeah, he could see that.

The next few photo's were variations of different pictures of their friends all in hero costumes. Some were torn pieces of paper from newspapers with headlines of all exciting things. He stumbled upon a page that looked torn. Only part of the headline was visible and the picture was nearly all gone except for some rubble in the frame. Death of Pro hero-

Katsuki didn't linger on that page. After a few minutes he stumbled upon a picture that made him freeze, chest tightening. It was of Kirishima, this time with his new haircut and in his arms was him. He knew it was him by the orange and green colours and blonde, though different, hair. Their faces were strangely close, foreheads touching and baring wide smiles. Then he read the headline. Pro heroes Red Riot and DynaMight, dating or no?

He wasted no time storming in Kirishima's room and shoving open the door. He through a pillow from the bed at Kirishima's head. "You asshole!"

"Wha...?" Kirishima sat upright in his makeshift bed, eyes widening when he saw Katsuki at the door. "Oh shit."

"I'm DynaMight, aren't I?" He demanded.

Kirishima rubbed at his eyes, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. "Yeah. You are. Go back to bed."

He sat down on the floor next to him and punched him in the shoulder. "You dick! You think it's funny messing with me huh?!"

"Yes, I do think it's funny. Now go to sleep."

Katsuki wanted to scream. Can't he see he can't sleep. His nerves are on fire. "Who taught you to be like this? Why? You're supposed to be fucking innocent not a cheeky little fucker!"

The red head laughed. "No. I've always been like this Kat. You've just been lucky enough to never have been the one to be messed with. Denki's usually takes the blunt of that."

Note to self: have a conversation with dunce face.

"So I'm your fucking partner?" Kirishima nodded at that. "Both in hero shit and personal life and you decide to fuck with me about that."

That's when Shitty Hair froze. He eyed him up and down like he was looking for a clue. Hesitantly he asked, "What do you mean in personal life?"

For a moment he panicked. Had he assumed wrong? Did he just fuck something up? He felt his hands crackle with sparks. Then he looked at Kirishima's face, the slight smirk to it. He was fucking with him again. That mother fucking asshole.

"What's your fucking husbands name, Kirishima."

He brought his knees to his chest, resting his head on them in a childish manner. He stared at Katsuki. There was a few moments of silence between them and in that silence they remained with their red eyes locked on each others. His heart felt like it was beating to fast in his chest. He knew the answer, or at least he hopes he does. He wants it more than he thought he would. He wants it to be true. He wants to know he won't be forever alone, that he'll have someone, especially if that someone is the man sitting in front of him, the boy who's smiles blind him in his timeline.

"You should go to sleep, Katsuki."

No. No. That is not what he gets to do. He does not get to avoid this. He grabbed his wrist forcing him to keep eye contact with him. "I don't care if you're older than me right now, you do not get to tell me what to do. I want to know the truth so why won't you tell me. Hagakure said it wouldn't mess anything up if I know so why won't you tell me."

Kirishima's eyes searched his. He wanted an explanation. He wanted something. Finally, the red head spoke. "It's not about you knowing, Kat. It's about the experience. I know that you've figured it out. I know you're looking for confirmation but I can't give you that. Or at least the me from this timeline can't." He sighed, taking his wrist out of his hand. "If I tell you know one day you'll look back on this moment and wonder why you had to know then, why you couldn't have waited for the perfect moment. You'll ask yourself why you didn't wait for when you got home to ask me, the me that you know not future me. I can't do that to you. You will hear the answer when the time is right, with the person who is right."

He couldn't help but stare open mouthed at him. What do you say to something like that? Staring at the man in front of him he was sure that was exactly what he was, a man. Someone grown, too mature for Katsuki. That's exactly what he was trying to tell him, that he was a man, not the boy he wanted to hear that answer from. The right person was Kirishima, but not this Kirishima. In a few years, then maybe but not yet. Not now in the future where everything was out of whack.

Blinking, he breathed out. "Holy shit. You're manly as fuck in the future."

That got a laugh out of him. He shook his head and laid back down in his makeshift bed. "Go to bed Kat."

This time, he listened.

Chapter Text

Katsuki wishes he could say he had something to do with capturing the girl, but he did not. 

The next morning he woke up to the sound of soft humming in the kitchen just outside the bedroom he was sleeping in. His initial thought was to panic before remembering the events of yesterday. He sat up and yawned. It was hard to wake up when the humming form nearby was so calming making him want to crawl back in bed. 

He stood and made his way to the kitchen where, sure enough, a certain red head was standing at the counter with earbuds in. Kirishima was swaying from side to side, humming a song he didn't recognize. In his hands was a spatula, treating it almost like a microphone as he danced around the kitchen. Katsuki snorted to himself at the sight of it all. It was kind of adorable, fuck off. 

"Kat, I made some-" he whipped around to see Katsuki standing there with crossed arms. His expression deflated, something Katsuki couldn't pin point flashing in his eyes. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck "Uh. I made eggs. It's pretty much the only thing I can make." 

He grunted to himself and took the spatula from his hands, scooping some eggs for himself out of the frying pan on the stove. He set them down on a plate and moved to the chairs around the counter before sitting down. Kirishima was smiling, one of those small corner of the lip quirked up smiles, as he grovelled down his food. He glared. "What? Something wrong with my face asshole?"

"No," he replied and sat down across from him. With his fork, he stabbed some of Katsuki's eggs and put them in his mouth. He lazily waved his fork around at him. "This is the part where you tell me I'm the best chef in the world."

"This is the part where I pretend to like this shit." Maybe he wasn't really pretending, sue him. So what if Shitty Hair could make one decent meal. 

The asshole laughed. "I know you like it, Katsuki. I added extra spice to give them that manly kick you like."

He really wondered how his future self puts up with all this cockiness. It's a pain in the ass. Thinking of his future self made him remember the way Kirishima looked when he realized it was him instead of his Katsuki. Frown deepening, he wondered how his Kirishima was doing. The Kirishima who couldn't cook eggs and was probably trying to control a 25 year old version of himself. It was hard, thinking of the red head he means. As cool and manly as the Kirishima in front of him was, it wasn't the same. It was almost unsettling that this man knew so much about him. This man who was nearly a stranger to him. He seemed to know all his likes and dislikes, his behavior patterns, everything. He didn't know how to feel about that. 

The feeling of a thumb pressing into his forehead jolted him out of his thoughts. Kirishima tilted his head, pressing out the worry line forming between his brow. "Stop fretting."

He snorted. "Excellent advice Shitty Hair." 

"What's wrong? I won't judge. Cross my heart and hope to die. I'll burn all my crocs if I do."

"You still have those excuses for fucking footwear?"

"Yes," he said, mock offense clear on his face. "Don't avoid the question."

He sighed, crossing his legs in his chair. "I don't fucking know. I just want to go back home. Even if it means I have to put up with those shitty extras." 

Kirishima reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder. "I know. I miss Katsuki, my version of Katsuki but we'll get you guys back to where you belong. You need your best friend and I need my hero partner and until then-"

He was cut off by the sound of someone knocking on the door. Both of them perked up and stared at the entrance, minds turning with curiosity. Kirishima got up from his seat and walked over, opening up a crack to check who was there before pulling it wide open, a grin breaking out on his face. "Denki! What's up man?"

Katsuki stared at the tall blonde standing in the doorway, long hair still hanging in it's typical style. He was decked out in full hero gear that hadn't changed all the much. Of all the people he'd seen since getting here, Kaminari looked the most like his old self except for the fact he grew into his features more. Was is jawline always that sharp? He could've sworn his eyebrows weren't so thin before too. 

He pulled Kirishima into a 'bro hug' before releasing him and his expression turning more serious than Katsuki had every seen him. He got the feeling this Kaminari finally got some maturity too. Dunce face clear his throat. "As much as I love you dude, I'm here for him." He pointed at Katsuki. "We found the woman who's quirk effected you and she agreed to zap you back to where you belong. She's back at my agency. Let's go."

He rushed to his feet. Found her already? These bastards are fucking quick. He can go home fucking finally. He has some things he needs to talk to Kirishima, his Kirishima, about. Things that if he waited any longer to ask he might combust without the help of his quirk. 

Katsuki ran to the door following Kaminari out with Kirishima close behind him. He couldn't fucking wait. 

-:-

Katsuki stared as the girl through the one sided glass at Kaminari's agency, mind whirling. He was glad to go home, don't get him wrong but... he wanted just a little longer here. Even if just another day. He'd barely gotten to see anything. Maybe that was for the better. He knows the future is a tricky thing and that maybe most of it would come as a shock to him but, fuck, it'd have been nice to know how everyone turned out. He wanted to know how his parents were doing, what his classmates were up to now that they're heroes. He wanted to see it all. How often does someone get the chance to experience all this. 

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to face Kirishima. "Hey," he said, crouching down a bit. "Look alive! You can always see this stuff in a few years, yeah? Trust me, it'll be better to see what happens as it's happening." 

He nodded, glad for once that Kirishima knew exactly what he was thinking. "Yeah. Okay. It better be fucking worth it or I'll beat your ass."

"I'm sure you will." He chuckled and took a step back from him gesturing to the door. "Go home man." 

He put a hand on the handle opening it. He glanced over his shoulder. "See you in ten years Shitty Hair."

"You can count on it." He fucking winked. Gods fucking dammit. "Oh and Katsuki? Tell past me that he's manly as fuck, even if he doesn't believe it yet."

He smiled besides himself and nodded. He was pretty sure was going to do that shit anyways. With one final glance back at the smiling red head, he stepped through the door and was met with the blue eyes of the woman who put him in this mess. Taking a deep breath he stood taller. "Send me home."

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Kirishima was enjoying himself. He shouldn't be but he was. He was sitting outside laying on the grass as he succumbed to fits of laughter. In front of him, Bakugou was walking him through a dramatic retelling of how Sero embarrassed himself in front of all of Japan. Laughs erupted from his lips and he could hear the rough chuckling of the blonde next to him. He turned his head to stare at the man. His laugh was so different from his Bakugou's yet so similar. A smile quirked up on his lips.

Bakugou looked at him, turning his head. His eyes scanned over his face, something flashing in them before he grunted and brought his attention back to the sky. "Y'know, I forgot what you looked like with your stupid hair." 

"It's not stupid." He pouted. 

"Mmm, debatable."

"Ass."

"You bet ya."

Kirishima snorted, shaking his head. Both of them gazed at the clouds in the sky, pointing out shapes that caught their attention. So far the morning had been going pretty well asides from Bakugou walking in on them talking about him. It was fun hanging around Bakugou. This was the first time all day that they'd been alone, away from the others who were constantly bombarding Bakugou with questions. He kind of liked the quiet for a change. 

Glancing at the blonde, his mind trailed back to what Mina said earlier about Bakugou liking him. He wasn't ready to process any of that yet. It was doubtful that Bakugou would ever like him, never mind in the future where he's married. His feelings towards him were complicated and messy, to messy for students training to be heroes. He knows it's unmanly to chicken out about telling Bakugou his feelings but he also knew it was unmanly to put that burden on his best friend. So he keeps quiet but now, with a future Bakugou who knows everything of the future, he wants to ask if it ever happens between them, the whole dating thing that is. 

Dating Bakugou seems like a fantasy that was far from reality. Kirishima knows what it feels like to hold his hand, knows how it feels to be held in his arms. Those feelings, the small things that get his heart pumping, are what haunts his day dreams. It's the feel of his lips his doesn't know. It's the sound of his given name from his mouth, past Bakugou's words. The curious side of him is dying to know but the logical holds him back. 

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Bakugou asks, kicking his leg. 

He replied, "It's nothing. Really."

Bakugou sat up and stared down at him. His eyebrows were furrowed causing a worry line to form on his forehead. He so badly wanted to reach out and flatten it with his thumb. Pushing that urge down he listened as he spoke. "Come on, Ei. I know all your habits. What's got your brain so fucked."

I know all your habits. 

That was the weird part of hanging with someone of the future. He knew him, everything that happens to him. For some reason, his thoughts was drawn to the sad worn down look Bakugou's eyes had held when he told them they would all be heroes the other day. It reminded him off the photo he keeps in his pocket. Kirishima's blank expression faded into a frown. He met his eyes. "Am... Some of us are dead, right?"

Shock registered on his face before settling into something sadder, something more vulnerable than Kirishima has ever seen on him. His hands fidgeted in his lap as he seemed to be going over what to say. Hesitantly he began, "Being a hero is... hard. Our job is saving lives which ultimately means we have deal with loosing them too." He sighed, his hands griping the cloth of his pants. "Not- not everyone makes it all the time. There are many injured but there are some who aren't lucky enough to live to the next day. Ei, that's something you need to know. You're going to loose some people you don't want to and one day you might loose yourself too but we have to keep our chin up and smile because no matter what, we can't let their deaths be for nothing." 

The heavy feeling in the air or the dread in his chest, Kirishima didn't know which was worse. He said his next words with caution. "Did I die?"

Bakugou's gaze snapped to him quicker than he would have thought possible. He grabbed his wrist and when he met his gaze he found his eyes were a burning red filled to the brim with emotion. "Don't even think about that. How the fuck did you get it in your fucking head that you're dead."

"Well, you said some of us die and your carry around my photo and-"

"I carry you're photo because you're my-!" He cut himself off as if realizing what he might have said. He hung his head. "You're my best friend Eijirou."

And, fuck, his heart couldn't take this. There was something about the way he said it, with so much emotion and in a way that didn't make it seem like they were best friends. Almost like they were more. Kirishima couldn't handle that. He couldn't let his heart keep hoping like this.

Bakugou smiled at him. His stomach twisted into knots. He really should not be allowed to be this handsome in the future. "Ei, I wish you knew how many times I needed you and you were there. It means a lo-"

He never did get to here what he was going to say because before he had the chance someone much smaller crashed into him and he fell onto his back again. He winced as a rock presses into his skin that hardened on instinct. He blinked a few times, staring at the person now on top of him. They had the same red eyes he'd been looking into not moments before. A smile broke out on his lips as he recognized light freckles on his nose and the pieces of blonde hair that framed his face. "Bakugou..."

"Katsuki," his Bakugou, the one of the present, corrected quickly.

A small laugh of amazement escaped him. "What?"

"Call me Katsuki," he said, red eyes staring into his soul. "It sounds much better." 

"Okay," he said suspiciously. "What happened to you in the future that sprung this change."

"A fucking lot of shit."

Bakug-he means Katsuki pushed himself up so he was sitting on his lap. Kirishima gawked at him. He was getting used to seeing him with older features it came as a shock to see his face again. He forgot how hot he is even as a sixteen year old. Gods, he had really pretty eyes. 

He propped himself up on his elbows. "So, you appeared very suddenly."

"Yeah. Kaminari tracked down the fucking asshole who switched us in the first place and she was able to send me back, thank gods." 

"The future can't be that bad, at least from what future you told me."

"No. It's not bad at all. Just what's here is better." His eyes searched his face like he was looking for something. It sent a shiver down his spine. There was an odd way to how Katsuki looked at him, like he was waiting for some sort of reaction, almost like he was trying to confirm something. "What the fuck else did future me tell you?"

Oh, he thought future Bakugou was bad, Katsuki is a thousand times worse. He loves this boy and here he is making heart dive every time he speaks because, fuck, older him fed him all this hope that is going to be his death. He knew, well he suspected that there was something more to them in the future and now he just has to face Katsuki like nothing changed? His feelings are being so clearly fucked with but he's so weak.

"He told me and the others a few things," he said, ignoring the hard thumping in his chest as he noticed Katsuki is sitting right fucking on top of him. "Like how he's deaf and-"

"I'm deaf?! What the fuck!? Kirishima failed to mention that shit!" He cursed and Kiri couldn't help but laugh. Man it's weird hearing his name in third person while he's sitting right there.

He put his hands on Katsuki's which looked on the brink of exploding. He always loved how warm his hands are when he gets angry. "Dude chill, it's no big deal. You're not fully deaf. You've got hearing aids. Anyways, he also told us that we're all heroes when we're older, 'cept Mineta. I saw a picture of myself in the future which future you had on him. Oh and, uh, sorry but he outed you to the whole class."

Katsuki stared at him. "He did fucking what?"

Kirishima squeezed his hands and said, "Everyone's chill with it. So, are you gay or bi or...? I mean it's cool too if you're unlabeled or whatever, just curious."

"Gay. Now shut the fuck up and let me think for a moment." He closed his eyes, taken a deep breath before falling forward so his head rested against his chest. "This is so fucking weird."

He nodded his head in agreement because at that moment words failed him. Bakugou Katsuki was laying his head on his chest. Holy shit. Just kill him now. He could feel each one of his breaths, even through his shirt. His soft hair tickled at his chin and it didn't help that the rest of him was sitting in his lap. What happened in the future that made him so touchy suddenly. He means, he gets that he appeared out of thin air and happened to land on him by why hadn't he gotten off? Why was he leaning against him like this? Was he trying to kill him?

"So the whole class knows I'm gay?" he asked. 

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Fuck." He lifted his head off his chest, meeting his gaze. "How'd that happen?"

Kirishima rubbed his neck awkwardly as he remembered. "You had a ring and we asked about it. You told us about your husband - which by the way, did you end up meeting him? Who is he? Is he a hero too?"

Katsuki didn't answer. He only looked at him with that searching expression again. Pulling one hand out from his, he placed it on his shoulder. "I think so."

"You think so...?" What does any of this mean. He can usually read Katsuki but all of this was so weird. First he wants him to call him by his first name, then he's all touchy and he keeps staring at him weirdly and now this whole 'I think so' stuff it's almost like he- oh. Oh. OH!

It all clicked then. Why Katsuki of the future was so comfortable with him; why he called him by his first name; why he had his picture on his person. He thought about all those moments he spent with Katsuki, of both the future and the present, and all the little tell tales. The lingering looks. The closeness. The trust. The study sessions. All of it. Suddenly it made sense, like a puzzle fitting into place finally. 

Staring into Katsuki's eyes then, it couldn't be clearer. Kirishima loved him... and he thinks maybe he likes him too. Maybe not as strong as love but there was something there. He wanted to hit his head on the wall for how oblivious he'd been up until then. It had taken a literal quirk for him to realize. 

"Yeah," Katsuki said, "I'm pretty sure I met him." 

Kirishima smiled softly. "I need a name, Kats. It's not everyday you find out you're married in the future."

Judging by the way his eyes flashed, he liked the nickname. 

"You're married too dumbass," he mocked and flicked his forehead. He's married? 

"Well then I need my husbands name too." He smirked as he watched Katsuki huff.

He groaned and grabbed Kirishima's face. He tugged him closer to him, so close he could make out all the subtle different shades of reds in his eyes. Gods, he's pretty. "Don't you get what I'm fucking saying you dense fuck." He couldn't help but laugh at that. Katsuki shook his face. "Oi! I'm serious asshole!"

He leaned his forehead against his, tangling one of his hands in his blonde hair. He reveled in the way Katsuki's breath caught, eyes widening. Stroking the small hairs at the base of his neck, he muttered, "I got what you were saying, Katsuki."

Before either of them could say anything else, their lips collided. He doesn't know who made the first move, it just kind of happened and he was so very glad it did. It was strange, like falling and drowning at the same time. His lips were warm and chapped, everything Kirishima thought they'd be. It was sloppy and unpracticed but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't intoxicating. He felt his fingers stroke his cheekbones as he breathed him in, the smell of caramel filling his nose. His heart skipped a beat in his chest and he moved his hands from his hair to hips so he could pull him closer in his lap before pulling away. 

The butterflies filling his stomach went unnoticed compared to the tug at his chest he was getting from staring into Katsuki's eyes. They gleamed and Kirishima's sure he had the same dazed look on his face. He wonders how most people get by not being able to kiss someone like Katsuki. 

"So..." he said breaking the silence between them. "You really think we're married in the future?"

Katsuki buried his face in his hands. "Way to fucking ruin the moment Shitty Hair."

He chuckled. "Sorry."

The blonde lifted his head from his hands and glared at him. "Stop being fucking sorry. We have to talk about that shit anyways."

He nodded. "Did future me tell you?"

"No." He huffed. "You're too wise for you're own fucking good in the future. You said some shit about me waiting for when the time is right with the person that is right. I mean, fuck, he was right. I wanted to hear it from you, not you in the future."

That piqued his interest. "Hear what from me?" 

Katsuki stared at him for several moments. Kirishima watched as he seemed to debate what he was going to say. He pulled his hands into his own. "I... I- fuck. I really- no I-"

Laughing, Kirishima rested his hands on his face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. It was amusing to watch him struggle but he wasn't just going to leave him in his frustration. He gave him a wide grin. "I love you Kats."

"I..." he seemed to struggle to come up with words. 

"You don't have to say it back y'know."

"You think I can't do it, huh? I can't do fucking anything." He took a deep breath. "I fucking love you too or whatever. Have for a while.

It was so Bakugou that he couldn't help but plant a kiss on his lips again. This time it was only a mere peck but it left his head foggy nonetheless. Finally, Katsuki crawled off his lap and stood, helping him to his feet. He didn't let go of his hand. It was nice. He liked how warm his hands always are because of his quirk. 

"You know you're manly as fuck, right?" He asked out of nowhere. 

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "I wouldn't say that."

"I would. And apparently future you would to."

He tried to hide the smile that crept onto his lips then. He felt him squeeze his hand. It was kind of strange that it took a time quirk for them to figure out they requited each others feelings. Kirishima glanced at the boy next to him. He was sure there was still a lot to come for them. He'd make sure by the end of the day he would be calling him Eijirou and actually convince him to let them be official. He can imagine being Katsuki's boyfriend. He can imagine dates and movie nights, cuddling in dorm rooms. It's a nice thing to think about and though neither of their future selves actually told them how things end up, Kirishima can guess how their story ends, and it's not with them leaving each others sides. 

Katsuki tucked himself under Kirishima's arm and he felt his stomach flutter. He loves him. He really loves him and now he knows that in the past and in the future, he'll always love him.