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Bakugou Katsuki saw the rebellion fall. He had been paralyzed, unable to move, as if frozen in stone.
Right in the middle of the battlefield they had chained him to a pillar, just like back, back then at the sports festival in his first year at UA high.
He saw his comrades struggle and then fall one after another.
It was torture.
Every blow that hit them, hit him, deeply in his soul. Because it was his fault. He had led them into this battle in full belief that they could win.
He had been wrong, so wrong.
The plan he and Deku had made had been utterly perfect. However, their enemy had seen every single step coming and knew how to counter them all. This battle had been a lost one before it had even begun. And it was all Bakugou's fault.
He could have known better! He should have known better! There was nothing he could do about it now.
The battlefield had long quieted down, the enemy's men had left, most likely to celebrate somewhere, making room for the dead silence that filled the air around Bakugou Katsuki now.
In his head there was silence, too. Not too long ago it had been alive and loud with regrets, rage, fear and the desperate roller coaster of searching a way out.
There had been none.
At that realization the volume inside his head had first surged for a while, then it had quieted down completely. After that there was silence.
Well until he heard shuffling, that was. Someone was moving somewhere behind him.
Maybe they had come back to kill him... At this point he wouldn't really mind anymore. Then again, if they had wanted to kill him, they would have done so already, so that option wasn't really likely.
Bakugou heard heavy, uneven steps behind him. They got closer and closer until the person was right behind him.
With a click the shackles that kept him in place went loose and he could get free. He turned around with speed he hadn't thought himself capable of at this state and found himself staring into deep red eyes.
In front of Bakugou stood the tall, well built man with semi long, red hair, he proudly called his boyfriend. Eijirou Kirishima.
Katsuki had wondered what had happened to his lover and had searched the battlefield for him until it had gotten too dark to tell the bodies apart. He hadn't expected the other to still be alive.
“Yaoyorozu made the key for your shackles before she died. But before I could get to you, I got paralyzed.” The redhead explained quietly.
He was bloody and beat up which meant a lot, he was almost unbreakable, after all. That's probably why the enemy had settled on paralyzing him, just like they had done with Bakugou. Had they been paralyzed by the same person or had it been someone else? It didn't matter. Nothing really mattered anymore.
“What now?” Kirishima asked, his voice empty, drained.
“I don't know.”
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The two of them walked beside each other in silence crossing the battlefield until they had reached the forest that had been visible in the distance from where Bakugou had been tied up.
At least the silence wasn't as heavy around here, sometimes interrupted by the few night creatures that hadn't been scared away by the loud battle. They had never been in this forest before, the whole territory had been new to them. No wonder they had lost! How stupid he had been!
The couple kept walking until suddenly they spotted a spec of light some paces away. Bakugou could have sworn it hadn't been there just now.
“Heroes!” A woman called out, well it was more of a whisper.
“Not so much tonight...” Bakugou mumbled.
The woman, she was probably in her mid thirties, had short brown hair and wore an old looking dress, gave a sad smile. “You have to come with me. There is a way to fix everything.” She said and strode off in the direction of the light which had come from a small shack in the middle of the forest.
How in the world was it possible to fix this whole mess? Was it possible? Probably not.
Who even was this woman? Katsuki had never seen her before. Was this a trap? Probably.
There was nothing left to loose, though.
They followed the woman. She beckoned them inside. The shack almost didn't have enough space for all of them. It was poorly furnished with only a bed, a table and a small lamp. The woman bent over the bed and shook the twisted covers slightly.
Only now did Bakugou notice the small figure on the bed.
"Harumi, it is time.” The woman whispered and suddenly the figure sat upright in the bed.
It was a girl with thin brown hair and a round face, a bit like Uraraka's. What did she have to do with the situation?
“Are we going to help the heroes?” The little girl asked.
The woman nodded. Then she turned around.
“My husband was a big fan of all heroes. He always admired them. Before the rebellion began he died of cancer and left me and our daughter behind. Since then I have decided to carry on his dream of aiding the heroes. That's why we had to flee from our home and come live here instead. About half a year ago my daughter Harumi developed her quirk. It gives her the ability to turn back time. I have practiced it with her. She should be able to controll it and be able to send the two of you far enough back so you can fix things.” The woman explained.
“Shit! Really?” Bakugou exclaimed. This was big! It would change absolutely everything if they'd be able to turn back time!
“Yes really! I am going to save the heroes!” The little girl shouted in excitement jumping up on the bed.
Ejirou by Bakugou's side seemed to mirror her excitement. He was smiling brightly. “That would be great!” He turned to Bakugou. “Katsuki, imagine all the stuff we could change, all the lives we could save!” The redhead was beaming by now. He seemed so hopeful.
Bakugou gave him a small smile back.
He still couldn't quite believe it. The whole thing was too sudden, too easy. It seemed too lucky to have such a powerful quirk in the hands of a supporter.
Katsuki had been under the impression that his luck had run out four and a half years ago.
The little girl jumped down from the bed and came to stand in front of the two heroes. “Can we start yet? Can we? Can we? Can we?” She asked her mum impatiently.
“Is this really save? Does it work?” Bakugou asked.
“Yes, yes it is. We only have to determine how far you need to go back.” She said.
Bakugou still wasn't entirely sure the girl's quirk would really work out in their favour, but he had to give it a chance, since it seemed to be their last one.
“It would be best if we went to where it all started. That was about four and a half years ago.” Bakugou told the woman.
She nodded and bent down to the girl. “You heard it, right Harumi? Are you ready?” She inquired.
The girl nodded proudly. She took both of their wrists into her hands. Then she scrunched up her face concentrating.
Bakugou started to feel giddy. The hope flared again. What if it worked and he would be able to start over again? He could fix all his mistakes and get it over, get that guy to prison. Reluctantly the blonde swallowed the feeling of hope down again. ‘Save it for after she actually manages to turn back time!’ He told himself.
Then suddenly he was ripped away from the little girl as he was jerked backwards violently. The world around Bakugou swirled into a blur of light and colours mixing together into a blinding mess. His ears were drumming with too much pressure as all kinds of noises filled them. It was hell and it felt as if Bakugou spent an entire eternity like that, but then from one moment to the other there was silence again and darkness surrounded him.
He was lying somewhere on a bed, Bakugou realized.
‘Where am I?’ He wondered.
Then somewhere close by a phone vibrated and brought some light into his darkness.