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Izuku woke with a start. One would think this was due to a nightmare from the horrors he experienced in his three years at UA. Instead, it was something much more concerning. His dreams as of late were filled with images of dragons, dragons that he had never known but felt like visiting an old friend. They were filled with music and love and a sense of peace that Izuku had never known. These dreams of a fantasy world and fantasy life were shared with one person, the one constant to his life. Katsuki Bakugou. The boy he both hated and loved in equal measure. The boy he had followed for most of his life, never really understanding why.
During middle school, Bakugou admittedly treated him like garbage, a pebble to be stepped on in his path for success. This isn’t to say there wasn’t moments where Bakugou protected him, there were plenty of those too. Bakugou would make sure that he was the only one who could do anything to Deku. No Extras were allowed to hurt him. It was an unspoken rule for everyone at Aldera. Those who broke it were often on the receiving end of Bakugou’s blasts. Izuku never stopped following him through the hurt, even going as far as saving him from the sludge villain at his own risk. Once at UA things seemed to be heading in the right direction. They weren’t friends, but they could get through classes without Bakugou blowing Izuku up for simply existing. On the battlefield, they were unstoppable and unmatched in chemistry and fighting styles. While most assumed this was simply the positives of growing up together and training together, Bakugou and Izuku both knew there it was nothing learn. It was an instinct that was indistinguishable.
This instinct could contribute to tonight’s dream. A dream of a scared Izuku and a dragon Bakugou binding themselves to each other for eternity. The dragon Bakugou explained that a dragon’s binding mark was eternal and everlasting in a way traditional binding of the dream world was not. It was an interweaving of soul strings for as long as the strings existed. The real Izuku didn’t hold any stock in the idea, but dream Izuku was content to be entwined with dream Bakugou. Trying to shake himself out of the fantasy world, he glanced at his phone grateful it was a Saturday and he didn’t need to rush to get to class. He read a message from Uraraka that most of the class had requested to go to the mall for the day. He remembered the discussion earlier in the week about going, but after his trip first year got rudely interrupted, he was more wary about going there. With a shake of his head, he got himself dressed and headed downstairs to grab food.
When he exited the elevator, Izuku was surprised to hear a raspy voice singing a song he couldn’t place. It didn’t sound like any music played today, instead feeling ancient and echoing something within him. He silently followed the music, entranced by it. Entering the kitchen, Izuku was bombarded by a flood of memories of a lifetime he only knew in his dreams. He watched the life of a boy and his dragon play out in his mind. Without realizing it, he began humming along to the shock of his Kacchan. His Kacchan who was frozen, fearful that by turning around the dream would break and Izuku would never remember who they were.
Izuku walked over to his Kacchan and gripped his hands tight, not fearing the potential for explosions, because Kacchan’s hands never hurt him intentionally. Never without reason.
“Izu…” Kacchan whispered tearfully, unable to look at Izuku. Unwilling to break the illusion.
Izuku gently pulled Katsuki’s face to look at him and let the quiet, steady love echo through the remnants of a bond built lifetimes ago. Katsuki let out a gasp as he felt the long silent bond ripple alive with a stubborn love that couldn’t be destroyed over the millennia.
“Hello, my love, my life, my Kacchan.”