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It was the literal worst quirk that could hit class 1-A.
An age changing quirk.
It wasn't just any ordinary age changing quirk though.
Until it wore off, everybody would simply be watching their self from middle school do everything they are doing. It worked differently for everybody though.
The teachers were blasted into their college years
The students were blasted to only a year earlier.
And the Villian that caused this madness? He ran away.
Bakugou was the first to be affected. He realized he was watching himself in the third person. Soon everybody else followed.
And that's when the chaos ensued.
"Hey kids. Do whatever the hell you want, I'm going to do Mr. Vero's research paper then take a nap. Just don't leave the room or break stuff or I'll be in trouble," Aizawa sighed before taking out a notebook.
That left the rest of the class in basically a state of free reign.
Bakugou stomped over to Midoriya's desk as he took out his own notebook and charred it with his hands.
"Always writing in that shitty notebook, Deku?" He sneered, "How would that ever help you? You're quirkless. As if studying heroes will ever make you into one."
"Give it back Kacchan!" Deku shouted, on the brink of tears.
Instead, he threw it across the room, nearly hitting Mina, "No can do. I don't take demands from the weak."
Present Bakugou watched the scene unfold. He hadn't realized how wrong he was. After all, Deku apparently was hiding his quirk the entire time. Either way, a wimp like him deserved it.
Present Deku watched too. How his old self let himself be bullied so relentlessly versus where he was now, training with Kacchan.
"That's not very nice," Kirishima handed Midoriya back his notebook and crossed his arms, "He's just a kid, don't mistreat him like that."
"And what are you going to do about it? Give him back his stupid notebook? Tell him he's cool even without a quirk? Why would you care?"
"It's not very manly to do that," Kirishima crosses his arms
"And you think you're manly?" Bakugou scoffs, "All high and mighty? Well, you look weak as fuck. I mean, look at your arm. Get away, you extra."
It was surreal for Bakugou to watch that
Present Kirishima looked at his own arm. What once had been a fresh scar was now scabbed over, barely visible.
He forgot they even were still there. People always just assumed it was a rogue accident with his quirk, nothing deliberate. Nothing indicative of something more. It only happened twice. Nothing too significant. But he never noticed just how cruel Bakugou was before coming to UA.
Present Bakugou couldn't believe what he'd said. What he'd seen. His past self relentlessly bullying his friend.
No, seeing what he had been through.
He didn't even notice the scars were there. But his middle school self had no limits when it came to teasing.
Kirishima watched himself run away to a stall and cry. It was heartbreaking for him to watch that. To know how broken he was and how far he's come since then.
He felt his own self crying at that sight. He never wanted to go back to or even think about those days. Being bullied even when he tried to help others. Middle school had some of the worst years of his life.
But there he was, watching his black-haired self cry in a stall.
Bakugou laughed at the black haired boy. He laughed at him as he ran and then turned to Deku, "Weaklings can't save weaklings." He said, throwing the notebook at Deku’s face and walking to his own side of the room.
Mina knocked at the door of the boy's room, worried for her friend.
"Kirishima? Are you in here?"
He held his breath and waited for her to walk away. But he kept hearing knocking.
"I don't know if you're in here or not but he sounds like a complete and total jerk. I'm not going to yell at you if you actually have scars on your arms, but I want you to feel better, okay? He already moved on to playing some video game anyway. It's Mina by the way." She says through the crack of the door. Silence follows.
"Listen, I'll just be back in class... Come back whenever you're ready. I'm worried."
He wiped his tears and stood up. He didn't want to cause concern either, but he had already embarrassed himself enough.
"I'm sorry... That was so unmanly of me. A man lives a life of no regrets, but I regret what I did," He says quietly, finding Mina only a few steps ahead of him.
"Why are you apologizing?" Mina asks, "I didn't know you were so broken."
"I'm not broken. I just wanted to help him. He looked so lost..."
"I spoke to him, apparently the blonde's like that to everybody. He's the biggest ass of whatever this class is."
"The way he just pointed at my arms and called me weak and an extra. I guess I should be used to it. I mean, I might just be a weak extra," Kirishima sighs, "Think about it. We're both outgoing, but you've always had more friends. You've got this cool, flashy quirk that everybody loves, but I've got hardening. What's that supposed to do? I'm training so hard to get into Yuuei, but everybody in this class seems to have awesome quirks just like you. Even the blonde boy can blow stuff up with just his hands! You just refuse to tell me how uncool my quirk actually is."
"Lighten up and don't listen to those assholes. One day we'll be out of this place and achieving so much more in Yuuei, okay?" Mina smiles, "Plus, I think hardening is pretty cool. You said your quirk is just like your idol, Crimson Riot's, and mine certainly is nothing like my idols. The black haired guy wants us back to class by the way- just so he can 'take his nap without getting in trouble'"
"Fine. Let's go back and show him who's boss."
They don't arrive to class to show him who's boss.
Instead, they all wake up on concrete one by one. Most of the other kids were awake already. Bakugou was already sitting beside Kirishima as he lay on the ground.
"Ugh..." Kirishima mumbled as he woke up.
"You were out for a while longer," he says, "You alright?"
"Did you see the dream?" He asks, "Did everybody see it?"
"Apparently that stupid villain's quirk made us all see ourselves from the past. It was fucking weird." Bakugou sighed
"So everybody saw the same thing I did?"
"I don't know, did I yell at you?"
"Yes... What color hair did I have?"
"Black? I think?" Bakugou sighs, "And I..."
"Yeah."
"Listen, I don't think like that now and even though you have shitty hair I don't stoop that low. You know me."
"I do but... Can you not tell anybody else? I don't think anybody else heard and I don't want them really knowing."
"Sure. Everybody's going back to their dorms, let's just meet up there, alright?" Bakugou says, realizing that everybody else is already heading back to campus.
"I'll see you there."
They both begin to walk back to campus. Eventually, they arrived at the dorms and went upstairs to Bakugou's room.
"That was... An experience," Kirishima says, sitting on Bakugou's bed.
"Fuck yeah it was," he sits on the floor instead.
"So now you basically know my life story... What's yours?" Kirishima asks.
"Seriously? You think I'm just going to tell you my fucking life story?" Bakugou sighs, "You know what? Fine. I was born on 4/20. People think I look exactly like a male version of my mother, and act like it too."
"What does she look like?"
"Red eyes, blonde hair. Anyway, people think we're alike. I come from the southern part of Japan. Went with Deku to middle school, he was a little bitch back then. Now I'm in Yuuei to become the number one hero, surpassing both Deku and All Might. Is that enough for you?" Bakugou says.
"That's all you've got?"
"You think just because I saw whatever middle school person you were that we suddenly have a bond? We've always had a bond, you don't need to know a Wikipedia page of information on me to know who the hell I am."
"Fine. I was born 10/16 in a suburb of Tokyo. I didn't really like my quirk, hence what you saw in the whole dream-flashback sequence. I've always been very outgoing, and how I reacted back there is exactly how I would've reacted."
"Why?"
"Because you can be cruel to people just for kicks. But under all of that I know that you're a nice person. You're unpleasant and you have no filter, but deep inside you care for me. You care for others. Under all that profanity is the real Bakugou I bet everybody would love."
"Shut up with all of the sappy shit, you sound like a long lost lover. Get on with it. " Bakugou throws a pillow at him, "Can we just forget about it? There's no reason to try to see the good in me. I'll do whatever the fuck I want to."
"But it's true, you wouldn't continue studying with me and going to events if you didn't care for me."
"Now will you just shut up already?" Bakugou says stubbornly
"Alright, fucking make me," Kirishima says defiantly.
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
Kirishima didn't think he'd actually shut him up.
And definitely not in that way.
Bakugou pushed himself from sitting cross-legged on the floor to having both hands on Kirishima's knees, "You said to make you shut up? I'll make you shut up."
He didn't even know why he was choosing now to do that. In the middle of his room with his best friend and crush of months. As if he'd ever allowed himself to admit that even in thoughts. But that's what Kirishima was becoming.
Even if he wasn't, it was pretty suggestive to be leaning in to kiss your best friend.
"Fucking make me? Oh, I'll make you shut up" He cockily says and closes the gap.
No, he doesn't just close the gap. He fiercely kisses the redhead, almost bowling him backward on the bed.
A flood of thoughts spill into Kirishima's mind.
"How the hell did Bakugou know?" was his first thought
"DOES he know?" He realizes. It could be some sick way to get him to come out. To see if he'd enjoy it. To experiment for some reason. Bakugou didn't seem like the type to randomly kiss his best friend for no reason.
Bakugou's thoughts were entirely different. If anything, they were almost out of character for him.
"I'm kissing my best friend.
"Is he even enjoying this?"
"Was I too direct?"
All is going well until Bakugou pulls back breathlessly, "I'm sorry"
"You're sorry?" Kirishima says unsurely.
"That wasn't okay... I shouldn't have done that shit- I ruined this. Us," he begins to get up before Kirishima grabs his hand.
"No wait- I... I liked it." He whispers.
"You... Liked it?" He says confused.
"A little bit."
"Are you also..." Bakugou asks, "You know"
"Yeah."
"What did I just do... Shit- I was too quick. I didn't mean to catch you off guard like that," He looks up to him.
"Did you like it?" Kirishima asks, speaking a bit too quickly.
Bakugou nods his head, "A little bit."
"Me too. So... let's just get this out of the way. I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I mean, haven't you noticed how much closer we've been getting lately and just tonight alone?" Kirishima pauses and then says hesitantly, "Do you want to go out?"
"Like on a date?" Bakugou's eyes widen
"Yeah. Not here- I don't think it's a good idea if the others find out just yet but just a proper date the two of us in some fancy restaurant, maybe some touching... whatever we want in a date. So... do you want to go out with me?"
Bakugou smiles slightly, "Yeah. I do."