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People who were in the common area were chatting away as usual. A few chuckles, laughter and sarcasm could be heard in the room.

Of course, some were still not there. A few were in their dorms or outside.

The calm and peaceful atmosphere was broken by the loud cusses and yelling of a distinct blond coming in the dormitory.

At first they paid it no mind since this happens on a regular basis. If you're classmate is someone like Katsuki of course you'll get used to it. (You have no choice or you'll unconsciously get used to it. Especially now they have a dorm)

This time it was different.

"Stop fucking dragging me around! I can fucking walk you shit!" A familiar voice shouted. The voice being a little bit more... smaller, that's not the right word... squeaky? Nope that's not it either...

Younger?

Yup, that's the right word. Probably.

"I fucking know that ass wipe! And don't fucking call me that I'm fucking you, you shit!" The same familiar voice countered, the voice they were more used to this time.

What the hell was happening?

All eyes went to the dorms entrance where Katsuki and... another Katsuki?(shit, that's gotta be a fucking nightmare) but a younger version. They think... The older Katsuki carrying him like a firefighter would.

"I said put me the fuck down!" The Katsuki on his shoulder squirmed trashing his arms and legs to somewhat break free from the older Katsuki.

"Stop squirming you fucking brat!"

"Then put me the hell down!"

The class looked at them with questioning gazes to the two explosive blonds. Hoping someone would give them an explanation of the only question in their heads right now...

What in the hell is happening?

Soon they spotted Aizawa-sensei following after them, a frustrated and tired expression on his face.

"Sensei, what happened? And why is there two Bakugos?" Kirishima asked very concerned with his friends'(?) situation.

Aizawa gave a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose meanwhile trying to disregard the shouting fest happening from across the room.

"Bakugo got hit by a quirk that sends his past self to here. One of his past self at least, its confusing. Dunno how long though." He explained briefly.

The class glanced at the two blonds who were now on the middle of the wrestling match seeing who would out do the other. - The older unrelenting even though he was facing his younger self-

"Wait... "One of his past self'"?" Mono asked.

Aizawa grunted. "They said it was like a parallel universe kind of thing. But after examining him there wasn't any changes. So just past self mostly. We still need to know what's so different with his time."

"Anyway, I'll leave it to you guys." Was all he said as he started walking off, not even bothering to wait any response from the class.

The class's gaze went back to the wrestling and shouting blonds.

How the hell will they deal with this?

Seeing they were about to move from a mostly harmless wrestling match is slowly tunrning to a full fledged fight, judging with the way the blonds raised their hands and started activating their quirk, Kirishima and Sero rushed to seperate and restrain the two.

"Let me fucking go you extras!" The younger spouted being held down by Kaminari as Sero wrapped him up with tape.

Kirishima on the other hand was with the older trying to call him down, using his quirk just I'm case the older tried to swing at him to charge at the other.

"Call down both of you!" Iida shouted chopping his hands as gestures, -as per usual, we all know his habits by now...

The younger growled while the older grunted and turned away, heading over to the couch sit down with a pissed off expression.

The younger tried to struggle out of his restrained state but didn't break free again. And went quiet.

With him being a bit calmer again, Sero and Kaminari and helped him to bring him to the couch where the older blond was sitting as well.

The two looked away from each other, their brows almost connecting with the way they're frowning. Like children who got into a fight.

They were looking at them closely. Not speaking a word only hushed murmurs here and there.

"Wow... never expected a day where I'll see two of you..." Ashido said reaching out to touch the younger but was swatted away before she even could.

"Meanie..." she pouted rubbing the spot where he hit her.

"So this is how Bakugo look like when he was in middle school."

"He looks so small compared to the present Bakugo!"

"Who the fuck are you calling small?! Huh?!" The younger Katsuki said.

"Are you the middle school version? Since you're still wearing that gakuran." Mono asked eyeing the outfit worn by the blond.

"Yeah, so What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"So this is U.A. Huh." He looked around.

"Its good that you fucking passed or you would be brought shame for the both of us." Young Katsuki said to the older.

"Of course I fucking passed you shit. You better fucking pass in your time."

"Ha! If these guys went in then I can pass without breaking a sweat!" He mocked.

They expected this.

Some of them heard how Katsuki used to be from Izuku when he talked about them from time to time. About how much he is an... hmm, how should it be said... hmm... oh, that's right... 

A fucking asshole...

Thankful that the Katsuki they have now has outgrown that even just a little bit.

The class kept on throwing questions to the younger mostly. Sometimes even the older was respomding to the questions. Times when the two argued about something, and times where they subtly agree with each other.

The whole time Kirishima and Sero were on alert just in case the two started to brake into a fight again. But soon hey blamed downs bit.

And the whole time, the older Katsuki noticed the younger was looking around as if looking for something... for someone. But didn't seem like he found what he was looking for and seemed more upset than before.

Why?

He didn't know as well.

The students that were either in their dorm rooms or coming back slowly arrived to see the scene of unfold of the two blonds.

"Ah!" Ashido exclaimed as she looked at the doorway, opening as another student came in.

"Midoriya you're here! Welcome back!" Kirishima greeted loudly with a smile earning him a smile from the greenette as well. the older noticed that the younger flinched and frozen in their spot. He's noticing a lot.

"Yeah, thanks." Removing his jacket as he went inside, it was just mid October but it the weather is already starting to get chilly.

"What's happening here?" He asked scanning the room and finding everyone was down at the common room.

"Midoriya you won't believe what is happening!" Ashido said excitedly as she pulled Midoriya by the wrist towards the couch at the common room. Of course he didn't protest, not that he had a choice anyway.

As he went closer he could see two spiky blonds sitting on the couch -one shorter than the other- confusion slowly shown in his face.

He gave a slight nod to the older, and he gave him a grunt in response. Izuku then faced the younger.

The younger Katsuki just stared... eyes wide scanning him, from his face down to his body, shock clearly written all over his face.

He just continued to stare at the greenette that was standing before him.

"I think I got the gist of it, Uraraka texted me... you're a Kacchan from the past right? Haha... it feels so nostalgic. I feel like I'm taller now." Midoriya bantered.

"Stop flattering yourself nerd." The older refuted where as the younger still stared rendered speechless.

The younger Katsuki looked pale as he said absolutely nothing, he was almost as pale as a shit.

Is he okay?

"Kacchan?" Izuku called out a look of concern. The whole class were also concerned, they didn't know what was wrong, they all fell silent along with the older Katsuki, as they stared at the young Katsuki. The older Katsuki was having a bad feeling, he could feel the pounding in his chest.

Why?

He didn't know.

Well, wasn't he about to find out.

"Deku..." a voice finally came put the young blond.

"That's me." Izuku responded hesitantly, because maybe -just maybe- something would come out the blond other than bewilderment.

"You... you're really Deku right?" He said breathlessly standing from his seat to come closer to the greenette.

"Uh... Yeah?" He sounded unsure as the shorter blond came closer. He was starting to think twice even though the answer was cleary right in front of him. 

"You're..." The younger started clutching on the hem of Izuku's shirt as if he were to let go he'll go away. The pained and desperate look he had, unsteady breathing along with it.

"You're...?" Izuku said -signaling the younger to continue whatever he was going to say and now entirely confused-. At some point the other Katsuki stood as if going on guard.

Young Katsuki swallowed visibly hand gripping Izuku's shirt the knuckle already turning white because of how tight he was holding on -it was amazing that the shirt still stayed intact with that- trembling even.

The look on his face was pained, guilty.

"You're alive..." The younger said pained, tears starting to pool in his eyes as he continued to look at the greenette before him.

One thing resonated in everyone's head..

You're alive...

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What...?

Everyone's mind suddenly became blank when they heard those words.

So... this middle school Katsuki is from a time where... Izuku is dead?

What The fuck?

"What do you mean Bakugo?" Kirishima asked, his mouth just moved on his own. Maybe he thought it was a joke? That can't be right. Katsuki would never joke around, not like this. Sure he says words like "die" or "go to hell" but that's how he communicates. That’s just how he is.

"You're alive..." the younger repeated, not minding Kirishima's question. Now he clearly sounded broken, pained and yet a bit of relief at his tone. The tears that only built up at the corner of his eyes slowly started to fall down his cheeks.

The older watched the scene unfold. He knew from that clenched fist he was holding back. Holding back from telling what he wants, what he feels, over thinking of whatever the others are thinking of him - of them right now.

Katsuki knows it all too well.

He's been there before.

No one spoke.

Trapped in uncomfortable silence.

More like they didn't know how to handle this situation. Even Izuku doesn't know what to do. No one knew what was happening. Izuku wanted to ask what did happen. But that pained look... He didn't know how to ask him about it at all.

The younger and Izuku were caught in a surprise when the older Katsuki pulls the younger away and carried him on his shoulder like a sack.

"What the fuck are you fucking doing you asshole?! Put me the hell down you old fart!" The younger began trashing again but lost once more, the Katsuki now is stronger after all.

The class was dumbfounded, stuck in their place when they should be doing something about the situation.

"Deku..." The younger called out, feeling now that he let go of him, he would be gone again.

It shot a pain through Izuku. He felt himself sorry to the younger. Still in a daze and not knowing what he should do –what he should say.

"Come on Deku." The older said, not asking nor was it commanding, as he started to walk away from the common room, snapping out of Izuku's daze he immediately followed the two blonds. Walking behind the older Kacchan.

As soon as he went close, the younger stopped trashing and calmed down for a bit. He only reached out.

Reaching out to Izuku.

To Deku...

Who could resist reaching out to that desperate blond? Definitely not Izuku. The whole way -wherever the older was going to bring them- Izuku held on to his hand, with a smile, wanting the younger to feel calmer –to know that he was there for him and won’t be going anywhere. The younger held it tightly.

Still afraid to let go.

The trio arrived at Katsuki's bedroom, figured it would be a nice place for a bit of privacy, the older locked the door just in case the class decides to barge in on them at some point.

Izuku sat on the bed with the younger laying down, meanwhile the older sat on a chair by his desk.

The room was filled with uncomfortable silence..

Why won't it be?

The younger said Deku died in his timeline...

"Spill it kid," the older Katsuki said crossing his arms but his tone lacked any bite.

"What the hell happened to Deku?" He continued. Somehow he had a feeling. A feeling of guilt started pooling in his gut. Didn't know where it came from. But it was there.

The younger still held on to Izuku, not once did he let go even when he was dropped onto the bed and laid down covering his eyes with his free arm.

"Deku died..." He said.

"We got that already. What happened to him?" The older repeated.

The younger exhaled a shaky breath, taking a moment to gather his courage by gripping on tightly to Izuku like the tighter he would grip on to him the more courage he'll get.

Izuku didn't mind. If it meant relieving the blond even just a little bit, he'll be more than willing to do it.

The two didn't speak a word and waited for the younger to speak when he could and feels he could say it.

"Deku He..." He finally started. "He committed suicide..." his voice pained, strained, broken. "...The fucker jumped from the fucking roof... it was..." another shaky breath. " He dies because of me..." and the younger finally broke down.

"What do you mean because of you?" Izuku finally spoke. The younger lifting the arm over his eyes to look at the greenette. His eyes already had a red rim, tears falling, his sleeve already caught some.

"I'm pretty sure the three of us know. At least I think so." His mouth felt bitter, his heart ached as he remembered what he said that day.

"So you said those words too..." The older commented, knowing all too well what the younger was talking about, Izuku needed a moment to think about it before he caught up with the two blonds' thoughts.

Oh…

"...Believe that you'll be born with a quirk on your next life and take a last chance dive from the roof!"

Of course they know.

They know all too well... especially both Katsukis.

"Deku died and it was my fault. Deku never would have that idea if I never told him about that. Fuck! He never would have done that if I didn’t treat him like a piece of shit for fucking years. I was... I am fucking asshole to have said that him. I'm sorry... I didn't mean to. I didn’t mean any of it. Every night it’s a fucking nightmare whenever I did those things. I could barely sleep. Because I’m thinking of you and whatever bullshit I did to you. I could barely breathe.  I should've realized this sooner. Because maybe... no... you would be alive. I'm sorry." The younger sobbed out.

The older regretted it too. Very much. From the very bottom of his fucking heart. And he was lucky enough to not be on the younger’s timeline, all he could do is imagine the pain he was in. It hurts, like he was drowning, just imagining whatever pain and guilt the younger has.

No matter what he did when he was younger, he regretted every single second of it. He hated himself for being such a fucking asshole to him, when he should've just been there for him instead of tormenting him, beating him, ridiculing him. And what did Izuku do? He stayed and forgave every single bullshit he did.

"Deku, I'm fucking sorry. I know that no matter how much I say sorry to you now, won't ever change what happened in my time. I don't expect you to forgive me. Hell, I don't give a damn if you threw a punch on my right here right now! I deserve it. More than anyone. What happened to you is all of my fault..." The tears kept falling.

"Kacchan..." His tone soft and gentle. The younger Katsuki knows what he was about to say with just that word, with just that voice.

"Oh dear God! Don't you fucking dare be forgiving right now! For fuck sake!" The younger yelled.

Izuku became silent all of a sudden as if hesitating of what his words would come across to the young Katsuki.

The older was silent the whole time. Watching the scene unfold. He had no right to say anything, he, too, is looking for the right time to ask for forgiveness. Not too long ago they just started to become friends again and nightmares of their past started to haunt him... Leaving him restless, making him uncomfortable, making him think twice if he even still have the right to even become friends with him again.

He just couldn't find the right time...

More like he couldn't put down his pride -or he doesn't know how to-, to say anything.

The older Katsuki was too deep in thought to notice Izuku was looking back at the corner of his eye, reading his expression almost as if he was reading what was coursing through his mind. Izuku knew Katsuki enough to do that at least.

Especially ever since they finally talked -mostly fought- back at ground beta.

Before the older Katsuki could notice his gaze he looked back to the younger.

"Kacchan..." He called out again. Earning him a long groan of frustration from the younger blond.

"I don't know what the Deku in your time would say to you but I assure you, he wouldn't blame you." He placed a hand on the younger's cheek to coerce him to look at him.

"He... we would never place a blame like that to you." He then looked at the older momentarily. Giving a forgiving smile for the both of them.

"To be honest you guys were assholes."

"Hey!" The older finally spoke before he could think, earning him a small giggle from the greenette. Even though it was totally true, he just couldn't help it to hear it outright especially if it was from Izuku.

Fuck.

That's gonna leave a scar… a scar to the soul, at least.

"But trust me, there's no way I would've done that just because you told me to jump off the roof. You know why? Because I know you. And none of your words would hurt me that much.” The younger looked at him suspiciously when he said that, the greenette surely couldn’t get past whichever Kacchan he comes across huh. “Okay, I admit it did hurt a bit but look at the two of you now! Both of you have changed from that. You became better than that Kacchan. You won’t do it again right?” The younger and the older nodded without an ounce of hesitation in their faces. The greenette gave a warm smile for the both of them. “And I'm sure you guys will continue to be better then you guys were. I am sure of it. That’s why we would never blame you for what happened." He said with a cheerful smile.

“And besides something triggered him…” the greenette whispered like a secret, the older noticed and a bit frustrated to him there was only mumbling, no words were clear to him, but the younger heard it clearly and looked at him with wide eyes and on the brink of tears once more but were held back, not wanting for anyone to know his weakness.

Izuku sighed, seeing this sight once before, but this time he had the courage to pull him in his embrace and started to rub his back in a soothing manner. The younger wrapped his arms around the greenette clutching on to his toned back then letting the dams go free. Izuku let him, he doesn’t mind at all, continuing on to soothe the blond.

The older glared at the scene. For some reason, he felt annoyance on the scene. Not at Deku , but at his younger version and the way he held on to Deku, the person he thinks he would never be able touch without making him flinch from time to time, like that. If he couldn’t even touch him then how come he gets to fucking hug him?! To him it felt... it felt… Unfair...

Was that the right word? It didn’t feel like it. But there were no other word that he knows to describe it.

Why?

He doesn’t know…

But his chest burned with... something.

What the hell is this feeling?

The sobs from the younger blond soon died down, pulling away from the greenette slowly. His eyes were all puffy and red from the crying he just did. He sniffled a bit before glaring at the blond and Izuku. “This never happened? I never fucking cried or any mushy bullshit that just happened. Not a word goes out of this room got it?” Although he tried to make his voice a bit more authoritative, the state of him right now completely just breaks it. But the two high schoolers didn’t point it out, and instead just nodded. Izuku would never spread something bad about his friend meanwhile Katsuki didn’t plan to, it would ruin his reputation after all.

The trio started talking about something else. Completely forgetting what had happened. Not even breathing a word of it, like it simply didn’t even happen.

As they talked, the younger noticed that Izuku’s smile.

A smile he never thought he’ll ever see again. A smile he longed, the smile he almost forgotten when overcome by grief and sadness. The smile he has seen so much when they were younger when they played together as kids. He not only took it for granted but took it away and the only thing he had seen instead was terror and sadness. This was probably the last time he’ll probably see this again. With that reason in mind he engraves it in his mind, in his heart, in his soul. Never wanting to forget that ever again.

They talked for a good few hours before Izuku and Katsuki started to notice the younger was slowly fading.

Oh…

So time is almost up…

“Seems like time is almost up kid.” Katsuki said with a gruff and inside him he feels like he could breathe a bit more than the past few hours. Every time he sees the two chatting away by themselves made his heart burn wanting to pull Izuku away and put him near him.

Why the hell does he keep feeling that way?

Izuku was once more in the brink of tears again. “Why the hell are you crying again nerd?” the younger asked reaching out to wipe out the tears from his eyes with the pads of his thumbs, in a loving manner.

Okay, that’s it!

The older went up to the bed to sat behind Izuku and pull him on to his lap, encasing him in his arms in a protective manner, glaring at his younger self. “Ka-Kacchan?!” Izuku’s face flushed red.

Why was Kacchan doing this?! Was there something wrong?!

Despite the Izuku’s flailing and accidentally saying whatever his mind went, the two blonds were galring at each other, no words came out of their mouths but they each knew what the other was thinking. At least what the other was thinking.

The younger scoffed with a knowing grin on his face. Expecting this to happen. He knew from what the older looks like while he and Izuku were chatting, the puzzled look he had. He immediately knew the answer.

So, this shit head hasn’t realized it yet…

Since the younger Katsuki was about to disappear they decided to go down stairs back to the common room where the others were still waiting them with worried expressions on their faces. As soon as they caught sight of the trio coming back they hoarded the young blond thinking maybe the older blond has done something to him.  Even though they were technically the same person. (they had a feeling the older would be merciless even to his own self

At first, they wanted to ask what happened –they asked Izuku, because  without a doubt they won’t be getting any answers from the two blonds- but when they received just a mysterious smile from the greenette, they didn’t push it no longer and instead tried to lighten up the mood of the grumpy little blond.

Izuku watched from afar, entranced with the scene before him, the young Katsuki trying to shrug off the prying hands of their classmates but was ultimately outnumbered. The girls were ruffling his hair –which was surprisingly smooth and soft!- meanwhile the boys were playing around with him, laughing and teasing him like how they would to the present Katsuki.

“Hey, nerd.” The older Katsuki called out from behind, snapping Izuku back to reality.

Izuku didn’t give a response and just gave a warm smile to the blond, a part of him felt proud that he was able to see the Katsuki of their timeline.

“Why are you looking at me like that nerd?” He asked eyeing Katsuki suspiciously.

“Nothing, just nothing.” He smiled to himself. Leaving Katsuki clueless of what the nerd is thinking.

Soon the younger was starting to fade away, everyone starting to say their goodbyes to the young blond. Some even shed a tear when they said their goodbye only to be given a shrug from the young Katsuki as he turned away his cheeks becoming a bit red from embarrassment that he’ll actually miss them (not that he will say that out loud anyway).

“Good bye you little brat. You better fucking pass the damn exam.” Katsuki said, the second to thelast people to say good bye to the fading blond, giving a challenging smirk to the other. “That goes without saying you old fart.” The younger gave back the smirk to the older. Katsuki snorted and just ruffled his hair.

The older Katsuki stepped out of the way, letting Izuku come closer to the young blond, tears already in the corner of his eyes. He looked at the blond fondly the two didn’t say a word  before Izuku wrapped him in a tight hug then pulling away and giving him a warm smile.

“Don’t blame yourself anymore, okay?” he said as he ruffled the blond’s hair as well.

The blond gave a smile.

“Good luck on your exam Bakugo!!”

“Hope we are still your classmates on your timeline!”

“Don’t call me Pikachu when you meet me!”

“And don’t call me Round Face too! My face isn’t even that round anyway!”

The class shouted their last wishes as the blond was already fading away already. The younger just sighed and looked at the older Katsuki  who was standing at the side.  They had eye contact, the older Katsuki raised a brow, while the younger gave a mysterious smirk to the older blond.

The older Katsuki had a bad feeling about this.

And this bad feeling came sooner than expected.

“Deku.” The younger called out to make the greenette focus on him rather than the others. Izuku gave him a questioning smile, before his expression changes from questioning to shock immediately.

The younger grabbed Izuku by the collar and kissed him!

Izuku eyes went wide being in this close proximity to the blond, the shock completely froze him, his mind still processing the whole thing. Meanwhile the class was in uproar. The girls were all squealing, the boys were either cheering or laughing at the scene. Some of the class immediately took out their phone and started to continuously snapping pictures at every possible angle in their perspective.

It lasted for a couple of moments before the younger pulled away, the greenette blushing impossibly red from the neck up –feeling a bit faint and knees weak. It was a surprise he hasn’t fallen to the floor yet- the younger faced the older once more, face red with both embarrassment and fury, then giving a victorious smirk then sticking out his tongue and giving the older a middle finger.

Before Katsuki could even pounce on him to, strangle, to beat the younger to a pulp, to dismember him, rip him apart limb by limb or do whatever murder method he had in mind, the younger disappeared from this world and returned to his timeline.

The older Katsuki growled pointedly to the younger that was no longer here, his arms trembling with anger and explosions already detonating at him palms continuously as he yelled from the top of his lungs.

”THAT LITTLE PIECE OF SHITTT!!!!!”

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