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They fell through the portal and Izuku had the bad luck of falling first ending up under Bakugou as they fell onto the hardwood floor. An ‘oof’ escaping him as Bakugou landed on top of him in a tangle of limbs and curses.

 Bakugou and Izuku had happened to be on the same street at the same time headed to UA for the day when a criminal made their move. They had been that close to getting the purse snatcher when the guy had turned his unknown quirk on them. They certainly weren’t on talking terms still even after the USJ attack that occurred the other day so when they both leaped into action it had been uncoordinated and easy for the villain to counter. Bakugou immediately jumped to his feet completely consumed in fury looking around for the villain while Izuku pushed himself up onto his knees rubbing his back.

“What the fuck?” Bakugou said calming down to assess the environment they were in. It looked like a simple hallway in a home with the front door behind them.

“D-did he have a quirk like the one from the USJ?” Izuku muttered out quietly very aware that they had no idea where they had been teleported to. Bakugou bared his teeth down at Izuku, if it wasn’t for him he would have had the bastard. But knew an angry outburst would be against their survival if they were somewhere dangerous so set to glaring and hissing his words at the other boy.

“Great, lost the scumbag and now we’re god knows where. If Aizawa chews us out I’m going to beat you to a pulp.” Bakugou hissed down at the smaller boy who seemed to be ignoring him in favor of getting up and looking around.

“Okay Kacchan but let’s just get out of here before anymore trouble finds us.” Izuku said holding up his hands in surrender and averting his eyes nervously. He took a decisive step forward towards the front door.

“Kacchan stop!”

Bakugou’s hand shot out grabbing Izuku’s shoulder and holding a finger up to his lips to indicate Izuku should be quiet. Izuku nodded, he had heard it too. It eerily sounded like himself but different in some indiscernible way. Bakugou’s eyes were focused on a door way down the hall they were in where the strange copy of Izuku’s voice had come from. He let go of Izuku and walked towards it only to have Izuku start talking when he had specifically told him to be quiet.

“Wait! That’s obviously not me. This could be a trap.” Izuku whispered urgently behind him reaching to grab his arm but refraining from it when Bakugou glared back at him.

“Good I need to beat on some idiots for ruining the morning. Plus anyone here might have information on that purse snatcher.” Bakugou said sounding reasonable but the smirk on his face told Izuku he was just looking for an excuse to be violent.

“Come on lets just leave. We have no clue who else could be here.” Izuku said still trying to urge the other teen to retreat but Bakugou continued forward.

“Leave if you want to nerd, no ones making you stay.” Bakugou said over his shoulder leaving Izuku to shuffle his feet in the hall. Izuku made the quick decision to follow after Bakugou, unwilling to leave a class mate alone in an unknown situation, even someone as capable as Bakugou. Bakugou didn’t acknowledge his choice but continued on halting just next to the door.

Bakugou very slowly turned the knob and let the door crack open slightly, only enough to give them a view into the room. Izuku twisted his hands nervously behind the teen wanting nothing more than to leave and hoping whatever the other saw would deter from further venturing. What he had not been expecting was to hear a giggle from the other room, the laugh again like his own. This only made curiosity rise in him and he stepped around Bakugou to look through the crack too not noticing how the blonde had become frozen.

Through the crack he could make out a comfortable looking living room with the back of the couch to the door they were standing at. He was disturbed when a head popped over the top of it decorated with his own dark curled hair. What was going on in there? Who was that?

“Stop it, you’re not even going to wait until tonight? You know our movie is going to start in like twenty minutes right?” a voice came from the head, again like Izuku’s only maybe a little deeper. Izuku then picked up on a strange sound that he quickly found out was the sound of kisses as another head appeared making a trail of them up the other guy’s neck and silencing his half hearted protests with a kiss.

What made Izuku’s eyes nearly fall out of his head by how wide they had become was the fact that the other head had spiky ash blonde hair and crimson eyes that focused on the other person. He had a clear view of who this was. It was Bakugou. Well, it looked like an older, adult version of Bakugou. Izuku’s head was spinning and he could do nothing but gape like a fish as the scene continued.

“Sorry I’ve never been known for my patience.” The older Bakugou said in a husky voice once their lips came apart. Izuku’s face went the deepest shades of red at the sound of that voice. It was also shocking to hear that word ‘sorry’ form with Bakugou’s voice. Izuku peeled his eyes away from the scene to look up at Bakugou behind him. He wasn’t fairing much better, his face lit with embarrassment and blank in shock.

The other couch occupant shifted grabbing Izuku’s attention again. The other guy leaned into the older Bakugou and wrapped their arms around his neck skimming a hand up through his spiky blonde hair. The other guy kissed him back… a few times… deeply. This was getting a little too heated for Izuku but before he turned away he saw something that made his jaw hit the floor. The guy turned his head to allow the older Bakugou to trail kisses along his jaw and neck again.

That guy… Was him??!! The hair, the freckles, and the long lashes of the closed eyes, it all matched his own appearance and Izuku almost squeaked in embarrassment but covered his mouth before any sound escaped. However, Bakugou seemed to have enough of this, reaching the peak of his temper. He busted the door open with a controlled explosion looking thoroughly pissed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! FUCK THIS ILLUSION!” Bakugou yelled before firing another at the pair in front of him. So Bakugou had come to the same conclusion that Izuku had been drawing to. The pair in front of them both widened their eyes at the sudden outburst but the older Bakugou wrapped his arms around the older Izuku and pulled them down out of the way of the sudden explosion.

“Kacchan stop! Let’s get out of here!” Izuku said pushing against the enraged teen not bothering to whisper since their cover was blown. If this was a trap then a villain or villains would be popping out any moment to ambush them.

“Shut up and get out of the way!” Bakugou snarled pushing Izuku off to the side while he marched into the ruined living room. “Come out and face me dipshits!”

A head slowly peeked over the burned back of the couch. Green eyes locked on an identical pair and both blinked rapidly at each other before the older Izuku disappeared and urgent whispering could be heard between the hiding pair. This only enraged Bakugou more and he put up a palm intending to destroy the piece of coverage only the older version of Izuku stood up suddenly with his hands held out in a peace-making gesture and a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey hey now. Let’s just calm down okay Kacchan?” the older Izuku said in a placating manner. That only made a vein pop on Bakugou’s forehead and his sneer deepen. Without answering he fired an explosion towards what he presumed to be an illusion and for a second he thought he finally broke it because the older Izuku disappeared from sight.

Only to reappear seemingly out of thin air right beside him and grab him. This Izuku was built up far more than either of the teens and was easily able to wrestle Bakugou’s arms behind his back roughly putting him on the ground. All this done within a span on seconds. Younger Izuku finally realized the illusion was winning the fight and sprang to his feet to help his friend.

“Get off him!” Izuku said lifting a hand so that it was poised to flick his index finger. The older him seemed to register this and suddenly turned into a very concerned expression while easily restraining a raging Bakugou under him.

“Wait! Don’t-“ the older him started to say only to be interrupted by the younger Bakugou.

“Deku get your useless ass in gear!” He snarled trying to wrench his hands from older Izuku’s iron grasp. At Bakugou’s slight panic edged voice Izuku flicked without thinking recoiling at the pain that radiated from the broken finger but smiled in triumph as the illusion of him was blown off teen Bakugou. Bakugou rolled back onto his feet letting small explosions go off in his hand and his teeth grit together.

The older Izuku was caught by the older Bakugou and steadied on his feet. Silenced filled the room except for the heavy breathing of the two teens as they had a standoff. The older Bakugou looked at his Izuku with concern but that Izuku looked at him with knowing eyes. That Bakugou nodded and they turned together to the two teens.

“Kacchan we should run.” Izuku said past gritted teeth as he cradled his broken finger. Bakugou sneered at the thought of running but with the way the older Izuku had taken him down so easily he was inclined to agree.

“Let’s split.” Bakugou said and turned running into another room behind him. Izuku took that as a signal and ran further down the hall before pausing and remembering the front door behind him as the fastest exit. He turned towards it only to see the older Bakugou standing there blocking the path.

“You get me. I’ll get you.” The older Izuku said speeding past that Bakugou after the one that had disappeared. The older Bakugou nodded without glancing after the older Izuku instead keeping his eyes glued to the smaller Izuku in front of him.

“Okay you’re the reasonable one right?” Bakugou said slowly inching forward. “Just stop and let’s talk this out.”

Now Izuku really knew this was an illusion. There was no way any Bakugou would want to stop and talk about something. Without a second thought he turned sprinting down the hall and into a pretty spacious kitchen. He heard a curse get muttered behind him and the older Bakugou sprint after him. The sound was far more fitting to Bakugou’s voice. Izuku skidded into the room and saw the glass back door seeing his escape route.

“Oh no you don’t!” the older Bakugou’s voice came behind him surprisingly close. Izuku yelped when he was suddenly trapped as muscled arms wrapped around his torso gluing his arms to his sides. He kicked and squirmed against the other trying to loosen the hold but it only tightened against him. It was hard to summon One For All when he was panicking like this but he managed to summon it to another finger and flicked it to the floor. The force of it sent both of them upwards but this Bakugou refused to let go of him as they landed on their butts.

“Fuck I just finished retiling that!” Bakugou grunted peering at the now ruined floor. Multiple tiles were cracked and a large hole had opened up showing some of the basement. He scowled while Izuku continued to squirm between his legs and against his chest. An explosion could be heard in another part of the house along with yelling that was obviously the younger Bakugou’s.

He stood back up never relieving his hold on the wiggling Izuku he had in his arms. He secretly wished his Izuku was still this small, it was adorable. What wasn’t adorable was the tears of pain that had gathered in this Izuku’s eyes while two fingers dangled useless and bruised from his hand.

“Shit! You don’t have control over One For All yet?” this Bakugou said worriedly as he carried the twisting mess of a teen with him across the kitchen. “Shit, shit, shit.” He muttered with each step they took awkwardly juggling Izuku into one arm while he used the other to open the freezer and grab one of the ice packs they kept handy.

“Here.” He said shoving it into the injured hand Izuku had. The ice felt good against the pain and Izuku leaned his head back to look at Bakugou confused from his place with his back plastered to the blonde’s chest. The sounds of the fight in the other part of the house seemed to have ceased and Bakugou gave a sigh of relief. His younger self could be quite destructive and they had bought this house not even two months ago.

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The Bakugou that had him still caged, tensed as if expecting him to try for another run at any moment, hefted him up off the floor with both arms wrapped around his stomach under Izuku’s arms. Izuku dangled from the hold unsure if he should continue trying to fight or not, this version of Bakugou had tried to help him. This Bakugou even seemed to know about One For All which alarmed him deeply. His mind raced a mile a minute while Bakugou carried him back to the hall.

“W-wait!” Izuku squeaked as he watched the glass door disappear from view suddenly feeling anxiety with his planned escape route going out of reach.

“Calm down I don’t want another hole in the floor.” Bakugou grunted feeling the boy squirm again. The pro hero carefully brought him back to the wrecked living room and after a moment of debate deposited the smaller male onto the singed couch. Narrowing his eyes and jabbing a finger in his face.

“Don’t fucking move.” He growled at Izuku looking up before quickly looking back and saying in after thought, “And keep that ice pressed.”

Izuku could only nod unsure about what to do in the situation. The offending finger in his face fell away and Bakugou straightened up in time to see the older Izuku coming through the broken doorway. He had a kicking and still struggling younger Bakugou slung over his shoulder a stream of nasty curses and insults being yelled. Bakugou appeared to have his hands bound behind his back.

“Kacchan, little help?” the older Izuku called as he was thrown off balance by another twist from the boy. Teen Bakugou jabbed an elbow harshly into the older Izuku’s jaw causing another stagger and the older Bakugou rounded the couch to grab the wild teen from Izuku’s shoulder. The older Izuku gave him up gratefully and rubbed the sore spot on his jaw that would probably bruise later. Adult Bakugou leaned over and gave a quick kiss to the spot as if in apology.

Then he looked down at the angry teen and noticed exactly what was being used to bind the teens hands behind his back.

“That’s just messed up ‘zuku.” Bakugou said shaking his head as he dragged his younger self over and plopped him on the couch next to the younger Izuku. Bakugou immediately jumped back to his feet but was pushed back down by his adult self. He did it a few more times and both Bakugou’s seemed to get annoyed equally quickly.

“They were the only thing I had to work with!” the older Izuku said coming around to stand next to his Bakugou, he was blushing a little at his own words. “He ran into my study and we left them in there from last night.” He stammered out growing redder.

Younger Izuku glanced to his teen counterpart’s back and noticed what the bindings were too. His face heated up to an even deeper red than the older Izuku’s. Bakugou was being restrained using black cuffs that looked like they had fluffy linings. The implied use for the cuffs was not lost to the young teen’s mind. The older Izuku shook himself out of his embarrassment and focused in on his younger self.

“So tell us what happened and how you ended up here.” The adult said appealing to the one teen that wasn’t snarling insults and threats at him. The teen’s eyes shifted to the side to seemingly silently ask the younger Bakugou what he thought of the situation and that Bakugou didn’t hesitate to tell him.

“Don’t say a fucking word Deku. Not to these shit bags.” The angry teen snarled glaring at the younger Izuku only to get himself knocked on the top of his head by his older self.

“Shut the fuck up.” Older Bakugou growled and the younger him took up the challenge. The two blondes began to engage in a wrestling match which the older quickly won basically sitting on his younger self to keep him from getting off the couch. He shoved the younger Bakugou’s face into the cushions muffling the constant yelling coming from him.

“Hey, focus here.” The older Izuku said cautiously using a hand to turn younger Izuku’s face back to him. “You are obviously us. But I need to know what happened to get you here.” The older him had firm but kind eyes that reassured Izuku with a single look.

“W-we got caught up with a robbery villain. He u-used a quirk on us and we ended up here.” The green haired teen stuttered out trying to look back at his friend and his older self kept him from glancing over. The older Izuku hummed in acknowledgement of this and eyes grew distant. It was perplexing to see himself get lost in thought and the younger openly stared in curiosity.

“I doubt a quirk like this would last very long. I’m sure you will be sent back at any moment. Incredibly interesting none the less. A quirk that sends people to their future selves, could be quite tactful if the future one is able to warn the past one about events. Dangerous to change the course of things.” The older one murmured releasing his younger self’s face. Small Izuku looked over to where both Bakugou’s had stilled to listen to older Izuku’s assessment.

The older Bakugou had a smirk slowly creeping across his face while the younger only looked up from the cushions, expression unreadable since half his face was hidden. The older Bakugou kept a palm against the back of the youngers head to keep him down while he sat up suddenly with an excited gleam in his eyes.

“This is fucking perfect!” he declared surprising both Izukus. The younger stared dumbly at this Bakugou, he had never really seen Bakugou smile without a violent edge since they were tiny children. “’zuku, we can talk some sense into them. We can warn them about so much! Maybe we can even skip all the crud we went through-“

“Stop!” the older Izuku said slightly panicked, the older Bakugou frowned at him but waited for further explanation. Older Izuku turned back to the freckled teen and bit his lip in debate. “Has…anything bad happened at school lately?”

Izuku stared at the older one dumbly. This older version must be referring to the USJ attack right? Or was there more he should be worried about? Were there just as bad things that were going to happen?

“There was a villain invasion on campus…at the USJ.” Izuku said hesitantly feeling the itch to ask his own questions but the older him must have sensed that because he held up a hand to stop him from speaking further.

“Holy fuck that far back?! ‘zuku seriously we could change so much right now!” Adult Bakugou said very clearly wanting to sate the younger Izuku’s curious nature.

“NO!” the older Izuku shouted startling everyone there. “No.” he said softer looking at his Bakugou with something akin to mournful eyes. “If we say anything and we change the past too much…We might not get this.” Izuku said gesturing vaguely around him.

The older Bakugou seemed unhappy but his eyes roved around the mess of their living room with a reminiscing look on his face. He nodded though he didn’t seem very happy about it. He looked like he was pouting and avoided the adult version’s eyes on purpose with a grumble.

“At least let’s stop that awful phase with Candy Cane.” He griped shifting a bit. The older Izuku blushed but immediately went defensive.

“H-He was perfectly gentlemanly as a first thank you.” Older Izuku stuttered out still blushing and having his confused younger self stare at him only making it worse.

“Yeah well if I had it my way he wouldn’t have first dibs. If only this pining mother fucker here would get out of douche mode for two seconds!” Older Bakugou snarled tugging at the younger’s head eliciting another smothered shout from his captive.

“Kacchan!” both Izukus said at the same time. The older in a reprimanding manner and the younger with concern for the other teen. The older Bakugou seemed to relent while the younger still raged as best he could when he couldn’t retaliate or spit insults. Suddenly there was a forlorn look on older Bakugou’s face as he looked up at the older Izuku, a deep sadness in his eyes.

“But…Seriously ‘zuku. There’s so much we could say. So much we could bypass if we just told them. Like…Fuck.” Older Bakugou said when he caught the younger Izuku’s big honest eyes and turned away from him gritting his teeth. Younger Izuku tilted his head innocently still confused about what they were talking about. Unknowing of all the hardships, miscommunication, and suffering that was waiting for him when he returned to his own time.

Older Izuku immediately went to older Bakugou’s side leaning down and lifting Bakugou’s head up so he could press his forehead against his lover’s own. He held his gaze for a longer sweet moment rubbing his thumbs comfortingly along Bakugou’s cheeks.

“Would you change it Kacchan? Would you change…this?” Izuku said leaning down and giving him a sweet kiss. Younger Izuku blushed at that while younger Bakugou started raging again at the sudden intimate scene happening with his older self still sitting on top of him. Older Bakugou gulped and if younger Izuku’s eyes weren’t deceiving him, he may have seen the slightest glisten to those crimson eyes indicating tears. Older Bakugou rubbed his face deeper into the rough familiar scarred hands cradling him chasing that comfort and reminding him of the end result of all those bad things was this. The single greatest thing to happen in either of their lives.

“You’re right babe. You’re always right.” Bakugou sighed out and then cleared his throat and straightening, any sign of weakness of vulnerability disappearing in seconds. Still younger Izuku had been completely dumbfounded by the scene not noticing that younger Bakugou had stopped thrashing when he heard himself sounding so weak.

Older Izuku bended down again to give him another peck on the lips before pulling Bakugou’s head to rest against his chest. He threaded his hand through spiky blonde locks and held him there. Bakugou allowed it lowering his head into his husband’s chest and gazing at the love marks still lingering on his skin from the make out they had been having on the couch not ten minutes ago. It twisted his heart to think of everything they had been through, everything their families, friends, and generally everyone around them had been through. But if the result of all of that was this. Then he guessed it was worth it.

“Alright so what now then?” Older Bakugou said sitting up and breaking their moment. The older couple glanced down at the Bakugou under the adult and then over to the uncomfortable green fluff boy sitting on the other end of the couch. Older Izuku hummed again in thought wondering as well.

“Well, I don’t know.” He said honestly. “I mean, I don’t know how long the quirk effect will last so I guess…We can have dinner with us?” he asked looking down at older Bakugou for confirmation on this plan. Older Bakugou brightened at that smirking.

“Great but if I’m getting up then you should probably go get some actual restraints for this asshole.” Bakugou said gesturing down to the younger one. “And for fuck’s sake take these back upstairs.” He said raising the youngers wrists to show off the restraints making the older Izuku blush again.

“Right. Sorry about that.” Izuku said giving the younger version of himself a glance before deciding he wasn’t a flight risk and disappearing out into the hall. Older Bakugou smirked again after the adult Izuku, eyes notably lingers low on the man’s sculpted body as he left. He then turned and jabbed a finger in younger Izuku’s face startling him again.

“You’re going to be a fucking baby about spicy food aren’t you?” Older Bakugou questioned in a mocking and knowing voice. His eyes and smirk betrayed an odd affection that had Izuku’s heart speeding up. It was a look Izuku had often imagined getting from Bakugou but had given up on before middle school when it was clear the explosive boy didn’t return his feelings. At every turn Bakugou had proved to be in deep hatred about such feelings that evolved into bullying.

Seeing this look from any Bakugou made his heart ache and he felt unbidden tears prick his eyes. Surprised he reached up and quickly wiped them away looking away from the older Bakugou without a word. To know that maybe he would see this kind of Bakugou in the future…It made him impossibly warm in his heart.

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Older Bakugou sat there watching him for a moment longer, his expression was indecipherable to Izuku. Izuku fidgeted under the gaze unsure of what to make of it until Bakugou reached out and roughly tussled his messy hair with a big hand.

“Don’t worry ‘Zuku, it won’t be that bad.” Bakugou said his tone soft and to Izuku it didn’t sound like he was talking about the food. But before he could really analyze the moment older Bakugou stood up from his spot on the younger one and reached down throwing his younger self over his shoulder. “Lets get to the kitchen then.”

Izuku got up too and trailed behind the tall man. He kept his gaze down as they walked because if he looked up the younger Bakugou would be glaring at him. Older Bakugou skirted around the hole One for All had made in the ground and glanced over at him to make sure he didn’t step into it. He deposited his younger self in a chair at the kitchen table and immediately younger Bakugou tried to get up. It led to another battle of wills between the two blondes and Izuku stood awkwardly watching. Finally fed up with the younger one the older one placed a knee into the younger ones stomach pinning him to the chair and knocking the wind from his lungs.

“’Zuku go ahead and take a seat.” The older Bakugou said smirking down at the younger one in victory. Izuku hesitantly came forward and slipped into the seat next to the younger Bakugou who was gritting his teeth and trying to throw off the older one.

“Ah! Kacchan I found some, they were in the back of supply room upstairs…We really need to re-organize that soon- Shit!” The older Izuku was saying coming into the kitchen and immediately having one of his legs disappearing into the hole there. The younger Izuku’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates at hearing his own voice curse. Even the younger Bakugou was stunned looking over at the fallen Izuku with widened eyes.

Older Izuku seemed to realize the impact his words had on the younger ones because he immediately blushed brightly under their attention. The older Bakugou snickered as Izuku pried himself out of the hole and gathered the fallen restraints from the ground. Izuku noticed his younger self and suddenly looked very worried.

“D-Don’t tell mom about that.” Older Izuku said as he came over to the table. Older Bakugou absolutely bellowed out a laugh at that while the older Izuku only looked more embarrassed.

“Fucking get him restrained and then pay the jar ‘Zuku.” Older Bakugou said trying to catch his breath from his laughter. Older Izuku grimaced but nodded. Together they managed to get the restraints on Bakugou, the metal clasping his hands together in a heavy casing and then using some straps to keep him in the chair. Then older Izuku searched his pockets for a moment before pulling out some change and going to the kitchen counter.

A jar was pulled out from its hiding place, helpfully labelled ‘Swear jar’, and Izuku deposited the cash. Older Bakugou walked in after him grinning as he picked up the jar and gave it a shake. His eyebrows rose teasingly as he regarded his lover who finally had his blush fading.

“Sounds like our next date is going to be a good one.” He teased setting it back down and pushing it out of sight. They had been keeping the jar to make sure Izuku wouldn’t swear when they go to visit his mother. The money served as their date night funds. Izuku rolled his eyes at the taller man and went back to the entrance of the kitchen where he inspected the damage.

“We might have to use it to fix this.” Izuku said frowning.

“’Zuku don’t worry about that. I’ll get that shit fixed later. Just sit down and relax already.” Bakugou called from the kitchen. He was already moving stuff around and pulling out pots and pans. Older Izuku gave another lingering look at the damage before nodding and heading to the table to sit across from his younger self and next to the younger Bakugou. Younger Izuku watched the older Bakugou’s back with fascination as he put on an apron and moved with expert skill around the kitchen.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Younger Bakugou’s voice snapped next to Izuku who looked away guilty only to meet an equally guilty look across from him. Apparently, they had both been staring at the different Bakugous.

“He can be a lot to deal with huh?” The older Izuku asked the younger one jokingly. Izuku smiled awkwardly at his older self, unsure of what to say since Bakugou was sitting just inches away and any word would probably be his death whenever the blonde was freed. As if sensing the younger's concern the older one changed the subject. “So tell me. What do you think of all your classmates so far? How would you rank their quirk strengths?”

Now this was far more comfortable territory for the younger Izuku. He started off slow but the more his older self engaged him the more Izuku talked. His older self was smiling, deeply amused to see himself being so into it about quirks like he used to be. Technically he was still like this but now he had his own study to hide away in and write literal books about them. The younger Izuku was talking so animatedly now and smiling widely as they discussed quirks.

Younger Izuku was so into the conversation that he didn’t even notice the way younger Bakugou had fallen silent. He didn’t notice red eyes watching him or the scowl falling off the angry blonde’s face. But the older him did out of the corner of his eye. He made sure not to draw attention to it, he didn’t want to break the moment.

“God you guys are fucking nerds.” Bakugou snorted from the kitchen while he stirred a pot. The younger Izuku blinked out of his excitement and blushed before looking down at the table in what appeared to be sadness. Izuku frowned at that, remembering the way Bakugou had always reacted to his analysis when they were growing up. Namely through taunts and note book burning.

“Yet you still love us.” Older Izuku called from the table and earned a grunt of agreement from the kitchen. The younger him glanced up curiously after hearing that, eyes going to the back of Bakugou’s muscular form finishing up their dinner. Older Izuku smiled at seeing his bafflement, his younger self had no clue how into it Bakugou actually was. Very into it if the other night in Izuku’s study spoke of his interest. He blushed at the memory and rubbed at his wrists at the phantom feeling of handcuffs.

“Dinner is fucking served.” Bakugou announced coming into the dining area and placing a large pot into the middle of the table. He was wearing a black apron that said ‘kiss the chef’ and the older Izuku leaned over and kissed the older Bakugou on the cheek before settling back to hand out the food. Younger Izuku blinked and his mouth watered just from the smell. Bakugou had made udon. Curry udon. The older Izuku filled up bowls and put one in front of each of the younger ones before serving himself and his husband.

Izuku said thanks and looked down at the chopsticks next to him only now realizing his dominate hand was out of commission holding an ice pack. He awkwardly maneuvered the sticks into his other hand and attempted to eat the delicious udon. It didn’t work out too well.

“Kacchan come on. Its delicious.”

Izuku looked up to see his older self attempting to try and feed the younger Bakugou who glared at the hovering food in front of his mouth like it was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. With the younger Bakugou’s hands completely restrained he wouldn’t be able to eat on his own.

“Fuck you and fuck that.” Bakugou spat at the older Izuku who pouted but relented and backed off from him to focus on his own food. Younger Izuku glanced to his other side and nearly jumped when he saw older Bakugou staring at him.

“You’re right handed.” He stated with certainty and Izuku could only blink at him in confusion before Bakugou scooted his chair around the table until he was sitting right next to him. Older Bakugou snatched his chop sticks out of his left hand and dipped them into his bowl before offering the food up to a dumbfounded teen Izuku.

“T-T-That’s alright! I can do it myself!” Izuku squeaked as realization dawned on him that the older Bakugou was attempting to feed him.

“Shut up and eat ‘Zuku.” The older Bakugou said his eyes dancing with mirth.

“No really! Its fin-mrf!” Izuku started to say only to have the older Bakugou take the opportunity to shove the noodles into his mouth. Izuku’s freckled cheeks burned with embarrassment as he quickly ate it up very aware of the way the older Bakugou’s gaze lingered on his lips. He swallowed nervously and in relief that it was over. Wrong.

Older Bakugou suddenly grabbed his chin and lifted it. He leaned in and licked the corner of his mouth where the sudden feeding attempt had gotten messy. Young Izuku froze, brain shutting down and face going redder than Bakugou’s eyes.

“Back the fuck off him old man!” Younger Bakugou snarled at that. Younger Izuku briefly registered the fact that younger Bakugou had jumped to his defense in the back of his mind but all systems were shutting down at the moment. Older Bakugou was looking down at him with a crooked smirk before a wooden spoon smacked into the back of the blonde’s head making him back off and scowl at the older Izuku.

“He’s a minor Kacchan! Keep it in your pants.” Izuku warned waving the spoon threateningly at him before sitting back down. The older Bakugou tsked to the side before releasing the younger Izuku who still had a blank look on his face. The reboot was taking pretty long.

“Jealousy is a green eyed monster.” Bakugou muttered under his breath as he turned back to his own bowl. He didn’t try to move his chair back away from younger Izuku and he also didn’t bother to change his chopsticks as he dug into his own food. Older Izuku shot him a warning look at the comment and then turned to his fried younger self. He couldn’t help but also hold in a laugh at his younger self’s reaction. He forgot about how easily he was flustered in his youth.

“Why don’t you try and help Kacchan eat since he won’t for me?” Older Izuku suggested trying to ground his younger self back to earth. His words seemed to reach the teen because Izuku’s gaze flickered to him then down to the nearby chopsticks then to Bakugou. “You don’t want him to go hungry tonight right?”

Younger Izuku bit his lip and nodded. He might be stained permanently red now as he reached for the chopsticks and awkwardly put them in his left hand. He kept flicking his gaze to meet younger Bakugou’s eyes uncertainly as he dipped them into Bakugou’s bowl and shakily held it up for the blonde.

“You have to keep your strength up, right Kacchan?” Izuku asked tilting his head nervously to look at the blonde, unknowingly making him look even cuter with his flushed face and big eyes. Young Bakugou just stared at him for a long time and just when Izuku was going to give up Bakugou surprised him by leaning forward and taking the food from him.

There was the barest hint of a blush from Bakugou as he turned away to chew. Instead choosing to glare at the wall instead of at Izuku. Izuku was in shock again at that, lost in his own trance as Bakugou turned back to him.

“Just going to sit there Deku or are we going to get this shit over with?” Bakugou growled at him snapping him out of the trance. Izuku blinked out of it and hastily nodded grabbing more food from the bowl and Bakugou begrudgingly ate for him again. Neither seemed to remember that their older selves were watching them. Older Bakugou with a toothy smirk as he watched the exchange and older Izuku with a soft smile.

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Izuku placed his glass and dish into the sink alongside his older self. Dinner had gone better than he would have thought, if it was still a bit awkward. In all honesty Izuku had stopped trying to figure out all the details of his situation right now. He stopped thinking so hard after the other Bakugou had... licked him ! His face turned beet red again just at the memory of it.

“Ah, don’t think about it so much.” his older self spoke up with a chuckle next to him. Izuku’s face felt like it was on fire. Could his older self read his mind? It was so embarrassing! Izuku focused on helping himself with the dishes sheepishly looking over his shoulder to see the older Bakugou getting the younger blonde a quiet talk.

He couldn’t hear what was being said but the younger Bakugou was glaring at the ground while the older one unstrapped him from the chair. Really the teen had calmed down quite a bit at some point over the dinner. Izuku turned back to scrub at his glass dismissing a half formed thought. Kacchan had probably just been too embarrassed to continue putting up his aggressive front.

Izuku glanced up at his older self who was humming some unfamiliar tune as he worked. Emerald eyes fell on him and Izuku quickly went back to his cleaning.

“What is it? It looks like you want to ask something.” Older Izuku asked gazing curiously down at him. At least Izuku knew he wouldn’t remain this short forever. Although it seemed the older Bakugou was still taller than his older self.

“Um,” Izuku said hesitating, “I was just wondering...How long have you...How long have we, uh, been living with Kacchan?”

The adult looked thoughtful as he placed a finished plate in the drying rack. Izuku could see him debating whether or not the information would affect the past. Apparently he decided it would be alright as long as he didn’t get very detailed in his answers.

“About five years now.” the older Izuku said smiling. The younger one blanched nearly dropping a slippery bowl.

“ Five years ?” Izuku asked again looking for clarification. How was that even possible? Kacchan hated just being in a room with Izuku. To live with him that long? Izuku had thought maybe the one in a million chance that they had ended up together it would last maybe a week.

“Yep.” Izuku answered the baffled teen cheerily. He felt a bit of pride swell in his chest, his younger self had no clue what he was in for, he was in for the greatest love ever in Izuku’s opinion. He had snagged himself his childhood crush. While Izuku held the number one hero position Kacchan had passed him in ranking in other things. Like when he was voted the most handsome hero in Japan. Izuku still had an issue of that magazine and photo shoot hidden away in his study from that.

“B-But how did this even happen?” the younger Izuku stuttered mind trying to connect the dots. The older Izuku just continued smiling as he listened to his younger self mumble about the impossibility of it all. They finished the last of the dishes and the older Izuku shut off the faucet. “When did you guys even notice...this?” young Izuku said gesturing vaguely to the air around them finally stopping his rambles.

“It’s a secret.” Older Izuku said smiling and holding a finger up to his lips. Younger Izuku frowned at him but before he could try to question him more the older Bakugou called over to them.

“Oi, how much longer do you think this quirk is going to last?” Younger Bakugou called out to them. He was standing now, rubbing his wrists slightly after having been released. He looked annoyed and was glaring over at them while the older Bakugou gathered up the restraints to throw back into a closet. Apparently the angry teen was finally done with trying to solve this situation with violence. At least everyone in the room hoped so.

“Well, it’s impossible to know exactly how long you guys are stuck here for but I highly doubt you’ll be here all night.” the older Izuku said turning around to face the mini Kacchan standing there. The teen cocked his head back to give him a glare and Izuku wiped his hands smiling at him. He looked like a cute angry pomeranian and Izuku so badly wanted to cuddle him. But that would be like cuddling a ticking time bomb and Izuku refrained from doing anything like that least they have more damage done to their house.

Teen Izuku looked over at the clock and saw it was already past eight. They had been here for over an hour but it certainly hadn’t felt that long.

“God I can’t wait to leave this shitty house.” Bakugou grumbled shoving his hands his the pockets of his pants. Older Izuku kept a smile but it twitched slightly with the need to laugh. Bakugou was the one who had decided on the home.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Older Bakugou growled reappearing in the kitchen to glare at the younger one. Teen Bakugou tsked to the side and ignored his older self while the bigger man came into the kitchen. He sneered at the younger one before turning to the two Izukus and holding something up with a smile.

“We’re still having that movie night ‘Zuku.” Katsuki said smirking as he saw both of their eyes light up with recognition.

“That’s the fourth installment in the All Might Rising franchise!” the teen Izuku exclaimed. It had just come out back in his own time. After meeting All Might in person though, the ‘artistic’ take of his younger hero career was pretty far off. But that didn’t make the movies any less entertaining and fun.

“Oh my god, where were you even hiding that? I haven’t seen that one in years.” the older Izuku said laughing a bit as he took the case and flipped it to look over the contents. The young Izuku leaned over trying to peek at the contents, he was supposed to go see it with Uraraka and Iida the weekend coming up.

The older Izuku smiled up at his Bakugou who continued smirking smugly. It was a good plan. They could keep the younger ones on the couch to avoid having them walking around and accidentally learning more about the future. He had been a little worried that his younger self would naturally start snooping around but judging by the way his big eyes were glued to the movie it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Then it's settled.” Older Bakugou said.

-=-

The older Bakugou watched the younger Izuku’s face in the darkness. The movie had been two hours long and they were reaching the final scenes. His cute freckled face was completely absorbed in the show, the blue-ish grey hue of the TV screen was the only thing lighting the room. Katsuki leaned on his fist as his eyes skirted over Izuku to the younger version of himself on the other side of the mesmerized boy. The teen was out like a light.

Not really surprising since he tended to keep an early sleeping schedule when he was training so hard back then. The teen Bakugou had fallen over in his sleep, accidentally leaning into the side of the adult Izuku. Bakugou smiled when he saw the pro hero sleeping too, his head fallen over to lay atop a spiky blonde head. It was cute. The early morning patrol Izuku had had must have gotten to him. Good, the bastard didn’t take enough time to relax normally.

His eyes were drawn back to the screen as the ending credit theme music played. He almost snorted, his Izuku still used it as a ringtone for his phone like the nerd he was. Yeah, completely nerdy, it’s not like Bakugou himself had the theme loaded on his workout playlist.

“That was so awesome!” Izuku said eagerly looking over at the younger Bakugou with an open mouth like he was about to ramble off about things only to find the rest of the audience asleep. Izuku closed his mouth and turned away from the scene next to him, Bakugou swore he could see a slight blush on his face even in the dim lighting.

“So it was good?” Bakugou prompted and Izuku jumped a bit like he had forgotten that the older Bakugou was still next to him. Izuku looked up at him and smiled shyly.

“Uh, yeah.” Izuku said scratching his cheek. “I really liked their version of All Might’s internship. Who knew that a bubble quirk could be so pesky? He totally handled it well although with the others there with him it could have been wrapped up quicker if they had just-...” Izuku continued rambling and talking about his favorite scenes. He had worked himself up with sparkling eyes and Bakugou watched completely enraptured by it. His Izuku looked like this a lot too. But it was different to see him so young. Bakugou’s eyes skirted over his form a sudden sadness clenching his heart. This Izuku didn’t have many scars yet. Hell, his hand wasn’t even crooked yet.

“-and I think they ended it on a pretty good note. His debut is next and I always watched that clip when I was younger. All Might’s so amazing…” Izuku said his tone slowing and dampening as he continued talking. Izuku shut his mouth suddenly looking a little sad and Bakugou furrowed his brow in concern.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Bakugou asked making Izuku glance up at him guiltily. Izuku opened his mouth, closed it, and bit his lip looking quite hesitant to speak.

“Hey Kacchan,” Izuku said quietly looking down and twiddling his thumbs nervously in his lap. “Can you at least tell me…”

Bakugou sat up and leaned a bit closer to the small Izuku before him. A moment of silence fell between them.

“Can you tell me if I really become a hero worthy of this power?” Izuku asked tapering off to a whisper. The only person he could talk to about this was All Might himself and despite all the encouraging words Izuku had always worried about the what if. What if he wasn’t good enough? What if this power was wasted on someone like him? That’s why he wanted to ask this Bakugou. Bakugou had never been afraid to tell the truth no matter who it upset. He would be honest.

“Hey.” Bakugou said voice low. Izuku looked back up at him eyes glistening slightly with tears because that’s always how he expressed himself. The cry baby. “I’m not going to sugar coat anything.” Bakugou warned red eyes glinting against the glare of the TV and Izuku gulped feeling his chest tighten in anxiety.

“You’re going to be the best hero that ever lived.”

Izuku’s eyes widened in shock and the tears accidentally fell free from his eyes leaving silver trails crossing across his freckles. Bakugou’s crimson gaze held his own, no hint of malice or mirth. Eyes that seemed to be looking into his very core and seeing something in Izuku that Izuku at times failed to see in himself.

“Y-You really mean that?” Izuku asked his voice choking up as the tears didn’t stop. Bakugou reached out to cup one of his cheeks. His hand was big, warm, and calloused from years of hero work. A thumb wiped away one of the tear tracks roughly.

“Yeah. A nerd like you wouldn’t settle for anything less.” Bakugou said down at him. Izuku smiled trying to blink away the blurriness. His chest hurt like the time All Might had told him he could be a hero. Out of everyone Kacchan would always yell the loudest that he would never become something. To hear his voice saying this it nearly tore his heart from his chest. “And I would never settle for anyone less than the best ‘Zuku.”

Before Izuku knew what was happening warm lips were pressed against his own. In the few times Izuku had thought about Bakugou in a romantic way he had always imagined a kiss to be rough and demanding. But this was gentle, slow, and melding to his own shock paralyzed lips. Intense scarlet eyes watched him so close to Izuku’s own that the color red was all he saw in the moment. As the shock wore off Izuku’s eyes slowly closed and he pushed against the blonde’s mouth. He was probably messing it up, he had no idea what he was doing, he had never kissed someone before this.

But Bakugou accommodated him patiently leading him along through it. By the time the blonde backed off Izuku panted lightly and opened his eyes back up to see Bakugou staring at him still. Izuku’s face was fully flushed and leaning right into the palm of Bakugou’s hand. Looking at him in the lovestruck look Bakugou has known for years now.

“I love you ‘Zuku.” Bakugou murmured to him. Izuku smiled even sweeter and the tears just kept coming. He couldn’t seem to stop them when his heart felt so full right now.

“Do you promise Kacchan?” Izuku asked through wobbling lips. Bakugou leaned in and kissed him lightly again letting his breath flutter over the boy’s wet lips when he pulled away again.

“Always.” Bakugou said. It was then that they both noticed a kind of glow to Izuku’s skin that wasn’t from the TV. Izuku held up a hand startled to find it fading. The quirk must be up. He glanced behind him to see the younger Kacchan fading too. “Hey.”

Izuku turned back to look at Bakugou as he felt himself leaving. Bakugou looked at him with a worried look, his hand could no longer feel the softness of Izuku’s cheek.

“Don’t stop chasing me ‘Zuku.” he said and to Izuku’s fading senses he thought it almost sounded like a plea.

Bakugou watched as both the teens disappeared from his couch. He had the strange desire to reach out and try to tug the small Izuku back, not wanting him to go through all the shit they had gone through, both through their relationship and through all the villains they would face in the future. But they were already gone.

His Izuku fell over without the support of the younger Bakugou causing him to startle awake and catch himself. He rubbed tired eyes before blinking at the empty seats beside him on the singed couch. He then looked up to see his very amused husband watching him. Izuku narrowed his eyes at him.

“What did you do?” Izuku asked suspiciously. He shouldn’t have fallen asleep leaving his rather handsy husband alone with a very naive version of himself.

“That’s a secret between just me and you.” Bakugou snarked out only making Izuku’s frown deepen. Bakugou smirked to himself. At least now he would be first in something for Izuku, take that half n’ half bastard!

“If you didn’t behave yourself…” Izuku threatened in a firm tone while Bakugou scooted over to sit next to him. He grabbed Izuku’s left hand, the one not crooked with past mistakes, and kissed the golden ring there.

“Hmm, guess you’ll just have to trust me.” Bakugou said brushing his lips over the skin before intertwining their fingers together.

“I trust you about as far as I can throw you.” Izuku said skeptically.

“Then you must trust me a lot.” Bakugou said smirking up at him through blonde bangs. Izuku pouted still, wanting to know what happened and a bit annoyed at the blonde’s wit. Bakugou started kissing up his arm and up to his neck lightly nibbling on marks he had left there earlier that day. “Don’t worry so much about it Izuku.”

“But what if things turn out differently because of all this?” Izuku threatened throat tightening with worry while Bakugou slowly wrapped his arms around him.

“It won’t. No matter what we’ll end up together ‘Zuku.” Bakugou said kissing along his jaw. He leaned up and kissed away the worried furrow on the green haired man’s forehead.

“Promise we’ll be together?” Izuku asked quietly as Bakugou lingered to graze his lips against Izuku’s own.

“Always.” Bakugou said before leaning in and kissing him deeply. It wasn't long until he had the man melting into him and they picked up where they left off before that strange interruption.

~The End~