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Nothing had felt out of the ordinary at first.
Deku and Dynamight had been fighting a couple of villains like they would’ve any other, and noticed that one of the villains was doing most of the fighting. That still didn’t ring any alarms; not all villains, much like heroes, had fighting-based quirks.
They didn’t notice anything weird until it was too late. By the time they realized the villain fighting them was trying to get them both within the other’s range, they were already getting him by their quirk.
Izuku blinked, and suddenly he was in the U.A. dorms. His first thought was that the villain had some kind of teleportation quirk and it had simply landed him there. But then he started looking around, and noticed the dorm looked exactly like it did when it was his class living there, which made no sense unless the students that roomed there after them decided to keep them the same for some strange reason.
Until his eyes landed on himself. A younger, scrawnier version of himself, sitting on the living room’s sofa next to the younger versions of Ochako and Tenya.
Then he passed out.
Not him him. Him as in his younger self. He could already feel a headache coming and he hadn’t even been in… the past… or wherever he was even for a full minute.
“Uh… hi?” he said, looking at the smaller Ochako and Tenya.
Ochako just blinked, still with her mouth hanging open, but Tenya seemed to snap out of his surprise. “Identify yourself, stranger!” he yelled.
He tried to hold back his laugh. Tenya hadn’t lost his rigorous spirit throughout the years, but it’s true he had loosened significantly. Seeing him as he used to be almost made him feel nostalgic.
“I mean, I haven’t changed that much, have I?” he said, looking down at himself. “Hello! I’m Izuku Midoriya, Pro Hero Deku. And, uh, I’m pretty sure I’m from the future?”
Tenya looked ready to say something, but Izuku cut him off. “Actually, I wasn’t alone, so we should focus on finding my partner before he—”
Before he could finish his sentence, they heard an explosion from one of the higher floors.
“—blows something up,” he finished, sighing with fondness.
Both heroes in training seemed to reevaluate their priorities, as one of them stayed behind to look after the still unconscious smaller version of him and the other went upstairs to check on the uproar. Izuku followed Ochako upstairs as both of them now heard two sets of explosions.
Izuku didn’t need to be a genius to guess what was going on.
When they got to the corridor where Katsuki’s room used to be (and currently was, he guessed) they found Kirishima, Ashido and Kaminari standing outside of the said room. Both of them looked at him with widened eyes, but he ignored them in favour of peeking inside the room.
He found Katsuki standing over the unconscious body of his younger self.
“Seriously? You knocked him out?” he said, pinching his nose.
“The brat attacked me first,” Katsuki replied. “And he wouldn’t let me explain. I had to.”
That did sound like teenage Katsuki, so he just sighed and hoped he hadn’t gotten a concussion. Before he could say anything else, Kaminari spoke.
“Uh, quick question, what the fuck?”
Katsuki and Izuku looked at each other and then at the kids. “Can one of you just go get a teacher?” he asked.
It was going to be a long day.
A few minutes later, Aizawa walked through the doors of Heights Alliance. He took one look at Izuku and sighed with the tiredness of a man who has seen too much. “Of course, it’s you, problem child,” he said.
He waved awkwardly at him while Katsuki just scoffed. “It was an accident…?” Izuku said.
“When isn’t it, with you,” he deadpanned. “Can someone explain why two of my students are currently unconscious over there?”
Izuku looked over at the sleeping forms of their younger selves.
“He passed out when he saw me.” “It was self-defence.”
Both of them spoke at the same time and immediately gazed at each other. “Self-defence?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
Katsuki shrugged. “I told you. He attacked first.”
Izuku snorted in amusement.
“I should’ve guessed the only thing worse than problem child, would be problem child from the future with Bakugou from the future to put a cherry on the top,” said Aizawa, sounding more tired by the second.
“Does that mean you believe us?” Izuku said, confused. It wasn’t very on-brand for his former teacher to trust someone so easily. Especially not people who claimed to be from the future .
“Not yet, at least not completely,” he replied. “But if something like that were to happen to someone, it would be you.”
Izuku grinned at him and didn’t bother trying to argue. “Did Toshi— excuse me, All Might contact Detective Tsukauchi? His quirk might be the quickest—if not the only—way to confirm our story.”
“...Yes, he did,” said Aizawa. “Perhaps you are Midoriya from the future, after all.”
That almost felt like a compliment.
Aizawa took them to the main building of U.A., where he supposed Tsukauchi was waiting. They followed him awkwardly. Izuku was glad they'd at least landed there on a Sunday: the last thing they needed was to be seen by other U.A. students.
It wasn’t until they were standing in front of Nezu’s office that Izuku realized he was about to see Toshinori again. His pained face seemed to make Katsuki arrive at the same conclusion, because he put one of his hands on his shoulder and squeezed it in a comforting manner. Izuku nodded at him, “I’ll be fine.”
Inside the office stood three people. Toshinori, Detective Tsukauchi and Principal Nedzu.
He tried to avoid Toshinori’s eyes for now, as he knew that he might burst into tears otherwise. In the future, he had already passed away from health issues. Despite having gotten to spend several years with his mentor and father figure, the wound still felt recent to him.
The first person to speak was Nedzu. “Interesting,” he said. “I suppose you claim to be Pro Heroes Deku and…?”
“Dynamight,” said Katsuki. Even without looking at him, Izuku could feel Toshinori perk up at the name.
“I see, I see,” the principal replied. “I suggest we cut to the chase if we want to get anywhere. Detective?”
Tsukauchi nodded and looked at them. “Are both of you aware of my quirk?” he asked. They nodded. “Good, then. Please state your name and how you gained access to the U.A. grounds.”
“I’m Izuku Midoriya, Pro Hero Deku. I was fighting a villain with my partner when we got hit by their quirk and suddenly found myself in the living room of Heights Alliance,” he replied.
“Katsuki Bakugou, Pro Hero Dynamight. Same shit except I appeared in my old dorm room,” his partner said.
“Truth, the both of them,” the detective said, looking at Toshinori, Aizawa and the principal.
“That complicates things,” said Aizawa, sighing. “It would’ve been easier if they were just villains trying to infiltrate the school.”
“Don’t be like that, Aizawa-kun,” Toshinori retorted. “At least we don’t have a critical security matter in our hands.”
No one addressed the question hanging in the air. Where were they going to proceed from there?
Izuku opened his eyes to the ceiling of the dorm’s living room. He must’ve fallen asleep while watching a movie with his friends. He could even remember the strange dream he had had, of an older version of himself appearing from thin air.
“What a weird dream…” he said. He sat up and found Iida looking at him with concern.
“Are you okay, Midoriya?” he asked him.
He found the question strange. “Uh, yeah? Sorry for falling asleep on you.”
“Dude, you passed out,” said Kirishima, whom Izuku hadn’t even noticed was there. That’s when he also saw the sleeping form of Kacchan on another one of the couches.
“...it wasn’t a dream?” he asked.
“If you mean the older, buffer version of yourself, no it wasn’t. We saw him too, after an older version of Bakugo knocked out ours,” explained Kaminari.
“...Well, that does sound like Kacchan.” Uraraka snorted.
Izuku didn’t have time to actually process anything before the dorm doors burst open again. Now that he was actually semi-prepared for it, he managed to get a good look at his supposed older counterpart. He was dressed in what looked like a much cooler, upgraded version of his current hero costume, which apparently now included a cape (a cape!) similar to All Might’s.
Next to him walked the Kacchan counterpart Kaminari had told him about. His hero costume looked much different than the current Kacchan’s, even if it still kept the gauntlets. But what stood up more for him, was the change in Kacchan’s expression. Someone else might not have noticed it, but Izuku could tell that it had somehow become… calmer, less angry.
All Might and Aizawa-sensei were with the future heroes, and his teacher bore a tired expression. “We have confirmed that these two are, in fact, who they say they are,” he explained. “And until we get more information on the villain that brought them to this time, they’re going to be staying here with you.”
At the students’ questioning glance, All Might explained their reasoning. “It’s in our best interest that they stay out of sight as much as possible, and all of you here are already aware of their presence. So, until we know exactly who sent them here and how their quirk works, they’ll be spending all of their time here to avoid any possible time-related catastrophes.”
“We’re on fucking house arrest, that’s what he means,” said the older Kacchan.
“Don’t be like that, we both know it’s the best course of action,” said his older self. His Kacchan would’ve yelled at Izuku for saying something like that to him, but this Kacchan simply scoffed and didn’t argue any further.
“So you guys are like… Pro Heroes from the future, right?” asked Kaminari, to which Izuku’s older self nodded. “So, technically, you could tell us things from the future? Like how far do we make it in the rankings?”
“Now, young Kaminari, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” said All Might, scratching the back of his neck.
Izuku thought about it for a second, thinking that All Might was probably right. His older self seemed to reach the same conclusion. “I agree, we should reveal as few details of the future as we can, at least until we know how this quirk works, but I don’t think there’s any harm in saying most people in this class become amazing heroes,” he said, smiling at the teens. “Not like there was ever any doubt of that!”
Kaminari seemed unsatisfied with his answer, but seemed to drop the subject. Although the answer did bring some relief to Izuku, especially seeing himself clearly in a Pro Hero costume, there was one question that wouldn’t leave him alone.
Did he make it? Did he become the Symbol of Peace as All Might wants him to?
He knew he couldn’t ask something like that without raising any questions, though. And if he was being honest, he was kind of terrified to hear the answer. All Might’s words at Kamino still rang in his ears.
“If they’re going to live here, there’s something we need to do,” said Ashido, weirdly serious. “If consuming time travel media has taught me something, it is that you must always choose different names for the younger and older counterparts to avoid confusion!”
There was silence following her statement, even though Izuku thought she was probably right. “I guess our older selves could use their hero names…?” he said, looking over at his counterpart with hesitation.
“It’s a good idea,” he replied, beaming. Izuku smiled shyly.
“There’s a problem, though,” Kirishima said. “We know you’re Deku, but what’s Bakubro’s hero name?”
All of the present 1-A members looked at the older Bakugou with curiosity. “It’s Dynamight,” he simply replied, daring the rest of the room to say something about it.
Ashido and Kaminari looked like they were holding their laughter, while Kirishima nodded in approval and his friends didn’t quite know how to react. No one but Izuku understood what giving himself a name like that meant to Kacchan.
“Speaking of Bakugou…” said Uraraka. “Should we call Recovery Girl to check on ours?”
Everyone seemed to remember Kacchan, who still hadn’t woken up, then. His older self—Deku—looked at Dynamight with disdain. “I didn’t even hit him that hard!” he said, raising his hands. “How was I supposed to remember I was still that weak at this age?”
“Katsuki, that’s a child ,” replied Deku. Dynamight rolled his eyes, but Izuku thought he saw a hint of a smile on his face.
“Actually, Deku,” said All Might. “I was wondering if we could have a private talk..”
Deku nodded. “I was thinking as much,” he said. He then turned to look at Izuku. “Do you mind if we use your room?”
He shook his head. “No, no! It’s fine, go ahead.” It wasn’t hard to guess what their talk was going to be about, and he knew they’d need as much privacy as possible.
Deku then looked over at Dynamight, who simply nodded. It was like they could communicate with one single glance.
Izuku hadn’t been sure before, but from seeing those two interact a couple of times it wasn’t hard to guess that they were friends . It made Izuku wonder what had changed so much in the future, that he finally got to have the friendship he wanted with Kacchan.
With that said, both heroes—along with Aizawa, who seemed to determine his job there was done and left the building—left to go upstairs, leaving the students alone with Dynamight. Not being one to miss an opportunity, Ashido immediately started asking questions about the future, despite the earlier warning.
Despite the fact he was ignoring all of her questions, Izuku felt like she was poking at a sleeping bear.
Deku followed the familiar path to his old room. It had been many years since he packed his things and said goodbye to the dorms, but it was impossible to forget where his room used to be. Toshinori followed silently behind him.
When he opened the door to the room, he was welcomed with an all too familiar sight of yellow, red and blue encompassing the walls.
“...I forgot how much All Might merchandise I used to have,” he admitted, a bit embarrassed. His Toshinori had of course already seen his extensive collection of All Might merchandise, but the first impression never stopped being embarrassing.
“It’s alright, my boy. If anything, I’m flattered,” Toshinori said. Deku could see the blush creeping up his neck.
Both of them entered the room, closing the door and taking a seat. It felt unrealistic to be sitting in this room again with Toshinori. For all he had tried not to think about it in Nedzu’s office, the memories were flooding back now.
Toshinori seemed to notice his now watering eyes. “Are you okay, young Midoriya?” he asked. Deku decided not to comment on the slip-up with his name.
“Yeah…” he said, wiping his built-up tears away. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
He didn’t seem to believe it, but Deku didn’t give him the chance to ask anything else. “I suppose you wanted to talk about All For One?” Toshinori nodded. “Without risking giving you too many details, I can tell you we managed to defeat him for good. It wasn’t easy, and surely not a one-person effort, but we managed.”
“Actually, I guess that’s something I’d like to talk to you about. My teenage self… he has this idea, about how he has to shoulder the burden of All For One all on his own to protect the people he cares about. But that’s just not going to work, and he’s going to break. He sees you, and how you stood as a symbol on your own for so long but… that can only get him so far.”
Toshinori seemed surprised by his words. “Are you not the Symbol of Peace?”
Deku considered his next words. How dangerous could it be, to tell Toshinori a bit about the future? As long as he knew to keep it to himself, he could help his younger self make the right decisions. Make everything a bit easier and less painful.
“I mean… in a way?” he says. “We don’t really have a ‘Symbol of Peace’ anymore”
At Toshinori’s confusion, he explains further. “What you did, becoming a pillar for society, was an amazing feat and brought an incredible change to hero society. But it was also unsustainable in the long term. You’ll probably start seeing the repercussions soon, now that you’ve retired but… becoming the new Symbol of Peace would’ve just continued that vicious cycle.”
“It wasn’t just me who fought All For One. A lot of heroes joined in that effort, some even died for it. People were so used to putting all of their faith in one single symbol that it’s like they forgot that, in the end, peace is kept by everyone’s collective efforts. It’s not like All Might fought all villains by himself, right?”
The other man hummed. “You tore down the idea of the Symbol of Peace and made it so people started putting faith in the idea of heroes as a whole,” Toshinori said.
“Exactly,” he replied. “It was especially important to do because people had started losing faith in heroes, after the war against Shigaraki and All For One started. And, well, the change started when the number one spot in the rankings was given to a hero duo for the first time in history.”
“A hero duo? Impressive,” said Toshinori. “They must fight extremely well together, especially if they made it to number one.”
Deku scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “It took Katsuki and I a while to get there, but we did eventually. I couldn’t imagine fighting without him now.”
Toshinori’s eyes widened in surprise. “You and young Bakugou? I can’t say I saw that one coming,” he said, chuckling a bit.
Deku laughed. “No one did!” he exclaimed. “That was the beginning of the end, if you want to say it like that. Everything slowly started to change after that, and hero rankings don’t even exist anymore. I think it was the right move; heroics shouldn’t be a popularity contest. It should always have been about saving people.”
His mentor was now smiling at him. “You really grew up to be every bit of an amazing hero I knew you would become. And not only that, but you did so following what you thought was right and became your own hero. I’m so proud of you, my boy.”
That did it. The floodgates Deku had been trying to keep closed all day since he had first laid eyes on Toshinori finally opened. “...Although I guess you never managed to stop being a crybaby, huh?” he teased him.
Then his arms were wrapped around him in a tight hug. Deku hugged him close, revelling in the warmth he had never thought he’d get to feel again. His tears kept spilling out and Toshinori’s soothing voice was making him cry harder.
It took him a few minutes until he managed to calm down. “Sorry about that,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Toshinori gazed pensively at him. “I’m no longer around, am I?” he asked with a sad smile.
“...No, you aren’t. Am I that obvious?” He laughed bitterly.
“Just a tiny bit,” Toshinori replied. “Ah, may I ask…”
Deku cut him off. “Nighteye was wrong. We twisted fate together,” he simply said. “You lived long enough to see me reach the top but… I still miss you.”
“It’s okay, my boy,” he told him. “After all, I am here. ” He then raised his hand to point at Deku. When he saw where he was pointing, Deku didn’t know whether to cry more or smile.
He was pointing at his heart.
Ashido’s pitiful attempt at getting information out of Dynamight was interrupted when they heard grunting come from the couch where Kacchan lay unconscious. Izuku was glad for the interruption; watching his classmates ask questions and get ignored (except for a few, very Kacchan-like responses that didn’t really answer the question asked) had started to get uncomfortable after a few minutes.
“Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally waking up,” said Kaminari.
Kacchan sat up quickly, probably too quickly considering he had been unconscious for quite a while, and immediately scanned the room. When his eyes landed on Dynamight, he said, “What the fuck.”
Of course, he immediately launched to attack him. “Wait!” exclaimed Iida, getting between the two of them.
“Get out of my fucking way, four eyes,” Kacchan yelled. “That’s clearly an imposter!”
“It isn’t, though,” said Kirishima. “Aizawa-sensei said they were telling the truth.”
Kacchan turned to look at him. “Huh? They?”
It was at that moment that Deku and All Might reappeared, seemingly having finished their talk. Deku looked like he had been crying. Izuku didn’t know if he was surprised or relieved by the fact he hadn’t managed to shake off his crying habit.
“Oh! You’re awake, I’m glad,” Deku said.
“ Fucking Deku?” Kacchan replied.
He heard Dynamight grunt at that, which was more than he had heard him say in the last few minutes. His counterpart just waved at him.
“I apologize on Katsuki’s behalf. He doesn’t know how to hold back sometimes,” he said.
“I don’t have to apologize for shit, he attacked me first,” Dynamight argued.
Deku, who was now standing beside him, nudged him with his shoulder. “Once again,” he said, now pointing at Kacchan. “Child.”
“I don’t need you to defend me, stupid nerd,” Kacchan said. “Pro Hero or not.”
Dynamight looked at him. “That fucking mindset will get you nowhere,” he said, scoffing.
“Hah?” Small explosions were starting to burst from Kacchan’s palms.
The older Kacchan’s gaze looked deadly. “That mindset of yours to refuse any kind of help from anyone will be your downfall. I should know.”
Hearing Kacchan—even an older one—talk like that felt weird. His childhood friend had a lot of qualities, but the ability to talk about his flaws openly like that wasn’t one of them.
“I don’t need anyone’s help. Especially not fucking Deku’s . I’ll be the one to reach the top,” Kacchan told his older self.
Izuku saw Deku flinch at Kacchan’s words, despite the fact he himself was more than used to hearing him say stuff like that. But that seemed to only make Dynamight angrier.
“That ‘fucking Deku’ you’re talking about is your future hero partner. So much for not needing his help,” he said.
Izuku froze at those words. He barely heard Deku’s faint ‘Katsuki!’. Because hero partners? He had already reached the conclusion that, by some miracle, he and Kacchan had managed to reach some kind of understanding in the future. A friendship . But that was very different from being hero partners.
The idea of Kacchan wanting to be his hero partner was inconceivable.
“Say what?” Kaminari exclaimed. At least, everyone seemed as shocked by the revelation as Izuku himself.
“What the fuck!” Kacchan yelled.
Dynamight and Deku looked at each other again. Deku looked ready to bang his head on the wall. “I’ll deal with the brat,” Dynamight said.
Izuku’s counterpart pinched his nose. “...Alright.”
Dynamight simply grabbed Kacchan by the neck of his shirt and dragged him out of the room.
“What the hell are you doing!” his younger self said, breaking out of his grip.
“Trying to knock some sense into you,” he replied. “Now, listen up, you brat. I know you have issues better than anyone, considering they were my issues, but it’s about time you realize refusing people’s help is gonna get you nowhere .”
“You—” the teen started saying.
“Nope, not done yet. That hero duo thing? It changed everything. Standing alone will not help anyone—not you, not people who need saving. I get it, believe me when I say I get it. But didn’t accepting Kirishima’s hand save your life at Kamino? It’s the same shit.”
The younger Katsuki seemed to calm down a bit. “But why Deku?”
Ah, so that’s what this was about. “What you— what we did was very shitty, and the faster you grow to realize that the better it’ll be for everyone,” he said. “But don’t apologize until you actually mean it. He deserves better than that.”
He snorted. “God knows if someone had actually told you this before—everything would’ve been better and easier for a lot of people. Including myself.”
That seemed to shut his younger self up. For all people thought Katsuki hated accepting people’s help because he was arrogant, but he knew the truth. He just hated looking weak. Vulnerable.
And, at that moment, after what happened in Kamino, he felt more vulnerable than ever.
“Why would he, though? He has no reason to forgive me, even if I were to apologize,” he said.
Katsuki snorted. “In that, we can agree. Izuku is just like that. But if you want an answer, you’ll have to ask him yourself.”
Izuku looked at his older self with wonder. “A hero duo?” he asked.
Deku smiled at him and shrugged. “We made up, eventually.” Then, his face got more serious. “I know exactly the questions you have for me, and that you can’t really ask them but just know that… it all works out. In part, thanks to Katsuki and I being where we are right now.”
That made the weight in Izuku’s heart feel lighter. “...Thank you, I think I needed that.”
“Yeah, bet you did. Remember, though: you don’t need to carry that burden on your own. The people you love and trust are there to help you. I think I lost sight of that for a bit, so make sure the same thing doesn’t happen to you. And, hey,” he said, now looking at All Might. “If you ever need support, you always have this old man right here to talk to.”
“That’s right, young Midoriya,” All Might said. “I feel like I haven’t made myself clear enough, but I want you to come and talk to me whenever you need to.”
Izuku, who always felt like he was bothering All Might despite his logic telling him the opposite, felt relieved at his mentor’s words.
After Deku’s ominous declaration and All Might’s subsequent reassurance, Dynamight barged into the room once again. “Hey, nerd. The brat has something to ask you.”
Deku raised an eyebrow in confusion but went to see what Kacchan needed, while they were once again alone with Dynamight and All Might. He did his best to nervously avoid Dynamight’s eyes, who was once again wrangling his classmates’ questions. All Might then did his best to distract them and guided them to the kitchen to get started with making lunch.
He was about to follow them when Dynamight seemed to notice Izuku’s uneasiness and sighed. “Listen, Izuku, I know it’s hard to believe right now, but the brat will get better,” he said. Izuku had never heard Kacchan’s voice be that soft, especially not towards him. “Don’t expect an apology anytime soon, but it will come.”
“I really don’t need an apology—” he started saying.
“You do,” Dynamight replied. “You don’t realize it, but you do. Even if I know you’ve already forgiven him—us—because you’re too forgiving for your own good.”
Dynamight then did something unexpected—he ruffled Izuku’s hair, which was quite possibly the weirdest experience of his life.
And that’s when he started to glow.
“I guess it’s time to go back,” he said. “Good to see you, nerd. Wait for that apology, and don’t let me walk all over you in the meantime.”
With that said, he was gone.
Izuku found the younger Katsuki in the corridor. “Hi? Katsuki said you had something to ask me.”
His partner’s younger self pointedly avoided his gaze, and several moments passed before he spoke up.
“Why would you ever forgive me?” Katsuki said, making his best effort to not look directly at him.
“Listen, uh, Kacchan? Or er, well, Bakugou. I guess you wouldn’t really want me calling you by that nickname right now,” he said, awkwardly. Of all of the things he wanted to be doing right now, speaking to a younger and angrier version of his partner was almost at the very bottom of the list. Just right above facing All For One again.
“Don’t call me that,” he replied. “Bakugou. It sounds fucking weird.”
Izuku resisted the urge to smile. “Alright then. Kacchan. I won’t sugarcoat it—you hurt me. A lot. But I saw you change, and grow, and I did the same. And, for once in our lives, I didn’t feel like I was chasing after your back; we were both on equal ground. We were just, let’s say, on different paths.
“It wasn’t easy. A lot of things happened before we got to that point. Some of them were good, and many others were bad. But we stood on that same ground, and fought the same battles and, when we were both ready, our paths converged again. That’s when I realized I could finally forgive you for real—and when you were finally ready to actually apologize.”
A few seconds of silence passed before Kacchan spoke. “Holy shit you got sappier with age,” he said.
Izuku burst out laughing. “I suppose so,” he said, still with laughter. Then, a light seemed to encompass the room.
“Seems like I was right! A quirk like this couldn’t last for long, it had to have some kind of time limit,” he said.
Kacchan deadpanned at him. “You’re still a fucking nerd.”
Izuku laughed just as the room started to disappear. He blinked and, suddenly, he was right where everything had started: the site where they had been fighting the villains.
“That was trippy,” Katsuki said.
“And really weird,” Izuku finished.
Later, they’d find out they’d only been gone a couple of hours. The villain had had no idea of what their quirk actually did besides make people disappear for a short time, and had been hoping to use it to get away from them. However, Todoroki had swept into the scene with a couple more heroes and had finished their job.
Once they made it back to their apartment, sitting next to Katsuki on their sofa while they watched the news, Izuku couldn’t be gladder he and Katsuki had managed to get where they were today. Their teenage selves still had quite a lot of work ahead of them, but he knew they’d manage it eventually.
After all, the world would need their Number One Hero Duo.