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For just a moment, at the beginning, Bakugou couldn’t help how his first thought was “Why me?” followed by a lot of cursing.
Twenty years. Two whole decades. What’s the point of his being twenty years in the past? What good can a four-year-old do for anybody? He doesn’t have his quirk yet, his motor skills are pathetic, and his emotions are an absolute wreck. He can’t regulate jack-shit right now. He’s gone from angry to sad to absolute nothing in minutes, he was giving himself whiplash. He’s cried more this week alone than he has in his entire life. It’s no wonder his parents were hovering so much, and he’s not surprised by his dad trying to convince the hag that they need to take him to the doctors. The thing is, Bakugou just wants it all to stop. Just for a moment, just long enough for him to fucking think without interupptions.
He blames his childish feelings on how he decides barricading himself in the closet is a good idea. Only, it’s not like he could sneak off anywhere else. This was the best he could get for right now.
Bakugou keeps one of his All Might plushies tucked into his side and his comforter wrapped around his entire body.
He doesn’t want to grow up again.
He was so close. Roughly a couple of hundred off from finally finishing all the support Izuku would need to become a hero. Izuku was waiting for him, yet Bakugou managed to fuck it all up. How the hell did he even wind up in the past? He was at home, legit in the middle of making his dinner when he found himself back in his childhood home- as a goddamn child. No one had been near him, and he couldn’t recall any incidents that could’ve led to a delayed quirk accident. There isn’t a chance in hell that something like this could happen out of nowhere. Someone had to be the cause, and it certainly wasn’t him. It’s already been a week, when the hell was this shit going to wear off?! Letting out a frustrated sigh, Bakugou burrowed his head into his knees as he felt tears beginning to form once again. Honeslty, his eyes hurt from how often he’s been crying. His eyes and nostrils were irritated beyond relief by now.
This isn’t fair.
What was this? Some sort of fucking karma for what a little shit he was in the past?
Even if it was, that still wouldn’t explain how any of this happened. What was he supposed to do? What if he was stuck in the past?
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Bakugou tilted his head and stared at nothing in particular, his closet was dark enough that he couldnt make anything out.
Was he supposed to relive his life? Go through all of that bullshit all over again? Did he have to, or could he change things? Could he try to essentially rewrite the future? There was so much that’s happened… events that had been in the works for years, even long before he was born. Would he be able to change anything even with his knowledge? He didn’t have all the information, some things he was never told by those directly involved. Was he going to be able to change all of that stuff? Could he- Could he save some of those who were killed?
Bakugou scoffed. This wasn’t a fucking fairytail, there’s no such thing as a happily ever after in real life. It’s more than likely he’ll just mess everything up while trying to change it all. Knowing his luck, he’ll probably get someone killed trying to save others. The future, it isn’t bad. Considering all that’s happened, it could have turned out a lot worse than it did. Was he going to risk that?
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Bakugou ends up falling asleep in his closet. His exhaustion so overwhelming that he slept right through the calls of his name, growing more and more panicked with every passing second. Bakugou didn’t so much as twitch as Mitsuki found him nearly twenty minutes later, curled up in the far corner of his closet.
“Masaru! Masaru, I found him!” Mitsuki yelled, quickly kneeling down and pulling Bakugou into her lap, “You little shit… What were you thinking? Huh?”
She frowned at the dried tears on her sons face, carefully cradling him in her arms as she used her sleeve to wipe as his cheeks. Maybe Masaru was right, maybe it was too soon to enroll Katsuki in preschool. It’s not like there’s any type of law stating that they have to enroll him anywhere, and normally kids would start school at six years old. Surely, there’s nothing wrong with them keeping Katsuki out for another year or two? While she did want her and Inko’s sons to get to grow up together, there was no point in it if Katsuki was reacting this badly to starting school. Izuku and Katsuki could always just continue their little playdates. Mitsuki doesn’t want Katsuki to get left behind by the other kids though… so maybe a private tutor? They could afford it. Of course, this isn’t something she can just decide on her own, she’ll need to speak with Masaru about it, and they’ll need to get a background check done on every possible tutor before letting Katsuki meet any of them.
Mitsuki stood and guided Katsuki’s head to rest against her chest as she heard Masaru stumbling up the stairs.
Humming softly, Mitsuki gently kissed Katsuki on the crown of his head. There'll be no need to worry, no matter what they choose, Katsuki will have both Masaru and herself looking out for him. They knew from the first positive pregnacy test she took that they’d give the world for their child. It’s not much to try to make his life a comfortable one.
“You have him! Is he okay? Has he been crying again? He’s not hurt or anything, is he?”
Yes… They’ll be just fine.