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One minute Dynamight was rocketing, weightlessly, towards a villain—palms igniting with an explosion powerful enough to melt through metal—and the next, he was blasted from the side with a beam of body-encasing, soul-encompassing light.
It was instantly blinding.
Disorienting.
It was the kind of bright that made his vision so uselessly that he might as well be shooting in the dark.
The crackling in his palms immediately extinguished at the thought accidentally blasting his impromptu team-up partner, Uravity, in this disoriented state. They had simultaneously arrived on the scene of what was supposed to be a simple bank robber apprehension.
The baddies had a head start.
When the duo arrived on the scene, the robbers were peeling off in an armored getaway car. Hence why Uravity negated his weight, swung him around like a fucking track and field hammer, and sent him flying towards the escapees. The unmistakable tug of Uravity's grappling hook catching around his ankle alerted him that she was coming along for the ride.
One Zero Gravity-enhanced blast was all it took for Dynamight to catch up to the speeding car. Just as he was about to bust through the roof of the car and lay down the fucking law, some nobody-ass villain popped out of the passenger side and shot him.
The white, white light was finally starting to fade after a million blinks. But as the world began to re-materialize before his eyes, Dynamight was met with a disorienting sight:
A toddler sitting at a high-chair, mashing her little, chubby, angry fists into a cake with a "2" candle shoved in the middle.
He felt his own lips forming around the words "Happy Birthday to you," as his throat vibrated from he singing the words to that familiar song. The child laughed, mercilessly gutting the cake with her bare hands before lifting the innards to the sky in total victory. She turned towards him, her red eyes meeting his own, before chucking the disemboweled dessert right in his face.
Bakugou's ears caught up with his eyes, like a radio finally tuning into the right frequency to hear Uraraka's laugh. His head spun to find the source of the familiar sound, sending icing splattering every which way. There she was, standing behind this blonde demon child.
She was safe.
The relief that flooded his nervous system was instantly evicted by an overwhelming feeling of confusion when she moved out from behind the high-chair. The Uraraka that was laughing at his cake-coated face was so much rounder than the Uraraka that was dangling from his boot mere seconds ago.
This Uraraka was round, alright. Round with child.
And now, instead of laughing, she was staring back at him with a look of confusion that mirrored his own.
"Bakugou?"
She asked, her trembling voice barely above a whisper. Her own confusion looked like it was teetering on the edge, raring and ready to nose dive into panic any second as she took in whatever reality they currently found themselves in.
This wasn't any Uraraka, this was his Uraraka—er, the Uraraka he knew.
"Cheeks?"
He watched as she regarded her current state in mixed fascination and mild horror. Transfixed by the trembling hands that hovered above her newly swollen stomach, afraid to touch. As if touching it would confirm the stranger, new reality they found themselves in.
"Hey," he called out. "Look at me."
Her eyes flickered to his briefly, only holding his gaze for a moment before the child in the high chair—who looked more and more like him the longer he looked at her—began to fuss. Annoyed at the frosting that was coating her fingers, matting her blonde hair, and painting her chubby, round cheeks.
Cheeks that she could have only inherited from one person.
"Mama, up!"
The birthday girl looked at Uraraka, hands above her head. Chunky legs kicking the plastic tabletop that kept her caged in her seat. Her grubby, little hands made grabby motions at Uraraka.
Uraraka dryly swallowed as she removed the sticky child from what Bakugou could only assume to be her birthday throne. She rested the girl on a hip that was wider than he remembered. With a free hand, she reached for some wet wipes that were strategically stored in a pocket of the high chair.
"Mama?"
He heard Uraraka whisper as she gently cleaned the child's face. Uraraka worked efficiently, de-icing this child as if it was routine. It dawned on him that maybe to this body, the pregnant one that his Uraraka was currently inhabiting, it was.
Before he could get too lost in those thoughts, Uraraka turned back towards him. She pointed a padded finger in his direction and asked the girl, "and who is that?"
"Daddy!"
The child declared, as if it were irrefutable fact.
Uraraka hummed as she approached him with a clean wet wipe.
"Daddy," she repeated, now cleaning the remanence of cake off of his face.
"Is that so?"
Her fingers trembled against his cheek bone, but she still managed to look him in the eyes. Searching for answers that he could not give. Her own eyes watered, on the verge of spilling over onto cheeks that were fuller than when they teamed up outside the bank.
"Bakugou, what's going on? Where are we?"
The bank.
The robbery.
That fucker must have gotten them both with his quirk!
Just as Bakugou was about to lose his ever loving shit, a firm hand gripped his shoulder.
"Oh, so today's the day, huh?"
Eijirou, the man behind the hand that was holding Bakugou’s sanity together.
"What the fu—"
"Watch it, dude! Not in front of Hoshiko. "
Bakugou blinked at the child that had stolen all his features, shrunk them down, and cutesified them.
"Hoshiko," he repeated, testing the word on his tongue.
Oddly enough, it didn't feel new. No, it felt like a word this mouth was used to saying constantly. Bakugou looked back at Eijirou and asked in a voice so small he barely recognized it as his own, "Bakugou Hoshiko?"
"Yeah, man. Your Great Exploding Star Child. Isn’t she the cutest?"
Kirishima's big, meaty hand palmed Hoshiko's head like a damn basketball and then tousled her hair in a playful manner. She squealed in delight, kicking in the arms of a shell-shocked Uraraka.
"Hey Chako, looks like you made it here, too."
Eijirou said warmly, bending down to put himself in the direct line of her thousand yard stare. Brown eyes flickered with recognition, focusing on his familiar, yet slightly more warn, face.
"Here, let me take the birthday girl."
This ridiculously buff version of Ei delicately extracted Hoshiko from Uraraka. She nodded, accepting the fact that she may not be in the best state to be cradling any toddler. Let alone one who believed she was Uraraka's own flesh and blood.
"Now, let's get you a seat, okay, Mama?"
Those words clearly did not land with the comforting effect his big, dumb, idiot of a best friend intended. The ever-present flush on Uraraka's cheeks vanished, draining entirely from her face. Hearing a familiar face refer to her as 'Mama' confirmed to her that the girl she had just been holding wasn't just some hallucination conjured up by a concussion she earned on the job.
Uraraka's knees buckled, instantly giving out underneath her. Bakugou sprang forward and caught her by her elbows before she could hit the deck. Even though she was still on her feet, Uraraka swayed like a drunken sailor. Perhaps unable to right herself, not yet accustomed to this new center of gravity.
Bakugou moved to steady her from behind, lending his body for support. She melted into his chest. Her hands firmly gripped onto left his forearm like a railing, a lifeline. His right hand went to find purchase on her hip and bumped up against her protruding belly.
Now it was his turn for his knees to go weak.
"Oops, ah, uh, Midoriya!"
Realizing his colossal fuck up, Red Riot clocked in and called for reinforcements.
"It's happening!"
Instantaneously, this reality's Izuku appeared before them with two folding chairs in hand.
Bakugou snatched one of the folding chairs right out of this Izuku's scarred hands and set it up for Uraraka. Once he lowered her and securely placed her in one chair, he flopped into the chair Izuku wordlessly set up for him. His throbbing head fell directly into his nitroglycerin-soaked hands.
"Nerd, pass me those wet wipes, will you?"
The pack flopped unceremoniously into his lap. It finally registered that he was wearing jeans, not his hero uniform. While he cleaned the explosive substance from his hands and face, he looked over to the still-too-pale-to-be-okay Uraraka, to discover that whatever blipped them to this new reality had also stripped her of her Uravity costume. Instead, she was clad in a sleeveless, tight but stretchy, black dress.
Casual, but put together. Completely the opposite of how he felt in this moment. Especially since the ensemble really showed off her growing bump.
His scope widened as he inspected the unfamiliar living room. A sea of eyes belonging to familiar versions of these people peered back at him with worried expressions. Their friends and family.
"Don't worry everyone!" Izuku reassured the crowd. "Its just like they warned us would happen. Just give us a second to get them caught up!"
But his crowd work did little to reassure the actual people who just appeared in whatever reality this was.
"Deku, what the hell is going on?"
Uraraka barked with an uncharacteristic sternness that made Izuku jump. Her patience for the whole situation clearly running thin.
"Ah, well." A scarred hand rubbed nervously at unkempt green locks. "You remember the bank robbery?"
"Yes."
"Well, that was five years ago."
Izuku delivered the message as if he was reading dishes off a menu, not like he was dropping a piece of world-shattering information right on their still spinning heads.
The information caused Uraraka's pale complexion to instantly sour to green.
"I'm going to be sick."
Bakugou was on his knees in front of Uraraka before she could finish the sentence. Which he found odd. The compulsion to dote on Uraraka, that is.
They hadn't been particularly close since they graduated high school. The most they talked was when she sent her monthly contribution to Izuku's super-suit. Otherwise, all other communication consisted of spontanoues team ups in the field or Class A reunions.
And besides that, Uraraka was a bad ass who could take care of herself. She didn't need anyone fussing over her.
But she when latched onto his hand, he thanked whatever force compelled him forward. Uraraka was strong as hell, but right now, she needed him to cut through Izuku's increasingly hysterical babbling and get to the bottom of whatever the fuck was happening.
"Ei," Bakugou interrupted. "I need you to calmly tell us what happened after we went after those bank robbers. And make it quick"
"Sure, man."
Eijirou breathed in deeply through his nose, inhaling the appropriate amount of oxygen to deliver the message without having to waste time on taking another breath.
"So, me and Shoto were also on the scene. We were intercepting the getaway car head-on just as you guys got hit with that crazy beam of light. You guys went flyyyying, like, so fast and far that Shoto had to use his ice to freeze you in place to stop your momentum before you splatted on the pavement. I was in unbreakable mode and apprehended the car, saving the day and catching all the baddies. When Shoto unfroze you guys, you were totally catatonic, but physically seemed fine? It was terrifying."
While Bakugou appreciated the succinct summary, it was notably devoid of one important detail: a fucking explanation.
"All I'm hearing is that Red Riot and Shoto stole my arrest. Round of applause. That doesn't tell me what the f— heck is going on!"
"I'm getting there, man! Turns out, the accomplice guy had a quirk that could send people into the future. Beamed you for five seconds, which knocked you out in your time for five hours, sent you five years in the future. Which is now."
What?
"Why is guy with a quirk that insane and strong doing petty bank heists?"
Izuku chimed in, possessed by the soul-gripping urge to explain the intricacies and limitations of this wack ass quirk.
"Apparently, it takes him a real long time to charge up between blasts. He had to charge up for five months to blast you guys five years. Kind of ineffective if it only takes your target out of the game for a few hours. But as a getaway guy for a big heist, he was probably hoping it would buy them just enough time to blast you both, ditch the car, and go into hiding before more heroes arrived on the scene."
"Too bad Red Riot was on the case!" Eijirou smiled triumphantly at the five year old memory.
"Okay. So how long are we here for?" Uraraka asked, color finally teetering away from green and heading more towards the pink side of the color wheel.
"Five hours. Then you’ll wake up in the hospital, scare the hell out of all of us, tell me and Midoriya this whole story, and then we'll have to wait five whole years for this very moment! Wild, huh?"
"Wild," Bakugou deadpanned.
"So this is the future? Our future?” Uraraka asked, motioning between herself and Bakugou.
But the words didn't sound like a question, even with the emphasis on our. It sounded something akin to . . . acceptance?
"Yup." Ei wiggled his eyebrows at Uraraka. "Pretty cool, right?"
The grip on his hand took a threatening turn, and Bakugou was suddenly jolted forward with an angry yank.
"So you did this to me?!"
Bakugou was face to face with whom he just learned wasn't just some former classmate and occasional work colleague. He was staring up into the fiery gaze of the mother of his future children.
"Huh?!" Was all Bakugou's currently short circuiting brain could muster.
Uraraka flung his all-too-sweaty palm down so that she could gesture to her pregnant belly with both hands.
"You knocked me up!" Uraraka screamed before gesturing to the child in Eijirou's arms. "Twice, apparently!"
Indignation burned hotly on his neck.
"For all I know, you asked for it!"
She rolled her big, dumb brown eyes at him.
"As if!"
Uraraka batted off Bakugou's completely reasonable explanation with a wave of her hand. Something gold and shiny caught the light, drawing Bakugou's sole attention to her left ring finger.
A ring.
His own left hand flung itself into his field of vision, revealing a matching gold band.
"See!" He shoved the shimmering evidence on his hand right in her round face. "We're married! You clearly wanted this, too!"
"Doesn't this just bring you back to when they first got together?" Izuku sighed, watching them squabble back and forth with fondness.
"Ah yes, the flirting stage," Eijirou cooed at the nostalgic display. "I remember it like it was yesterday."
Hoshiko laughed at the exchange, clapping her hands at the madness that unfolded before her. The sound tore the future parents from their verbal tussle and back to the present. Well, the future. Whenever they were, they were interrupting a two year old's birthday party with their squabbling.
A fact Uraraka also seemed to pick up on. She looked over at Bakugou, expression softening before she relented.
"Five hours, huh? Think we can manage?"
He nodded, smile slowly forming on his reluctant lips. Past him never would have smiled so easily. This future him had clearly gone soft.
"Yeah," Bakugou said, despite himself. "Now, what's left with this party?"
"Presents," Izuku asnwered matter of factly, pointing towards the mountain of gifts stashed in the living room.
"Presents!" Hoshiko agreed, trying to wiggle herself out of her Uncle Ei's iron clad hold.
When her struggling didn't successfully free her from his protective clutches, she screamed, "Daddy, help!"
Something in his chest squeezed.
Daddy.
A word he never allowed himself to think about. Never permitted his brain to conjure up images of future brats saying. And now that his conscious mind had heard the phrase, it made itself comfortable at the forefront of his brain.
His words failed him, but thankfully Eijirou could still read his thoughts. He bent down and transferred Hoshiko to arms he didn't realize he opened in anticipation of accepting the toddler.
"Hi Daddy." She beamed up at him, revealing a mouth full of teeny, tiny baby teeth.
Up this close, he could tell that she simply inherited his coloring, but structure-wise, this little girl appeared to be all Uraraka.
"Hi Hoshiko,” his voice responded, shakily.
Though, he felt outside of his body in the moment. It was as if future Bakugou took over, fed him the perfect lines, and directed him through this first glimpse into fatherhood.
"You ready for presents?"
She squealed in delight at the mention. Her gaze moved past him to Uraraka, who was still planted in the folding chair in front of him.
"Should Mama come with us to open presents?"
"Yes!"
"You heard her, Mama. Let's get you a front row seat by the loot."
Bakugou hid his reddening cheeks in his future daughter's hair, as he tucked her to his chest and stood to full height. Before he could begin his trek towards the mountain of presents waiting for them in the living room, a sniffle stopped him dead in his tracks.
He turned to find Uraraka hurriedly wiping tears from her eyes before they had a chance to fall.
Mama.
God fucking dammit.
He really was no better than his stupid meat head friend. Mere moments before, that identifier had sent Uraraka into a full blown panic and now here he was bashing her over the head with it.
"This is a lot to take in. Sorry." The apology hit his heart with a big, wet slap. But then she managed to choke out a laugh.
"Hormones, I guess."
"Yeah, my fault, remember?"
Uraraka laughed again. "Ah yes, that's right." She made moves to get to her feet.
Bakugou offered her a free hand.
"Only if you're feeling up to it, Cheeks."
"I can't miss this! If I did, future me would miss the rest of Hoshiko's party."
Uraraka wiggled in her chair in a near comical attempt to skooch herself forward to stand.
"I think she'd really be sad if I sat out."
His snarky reply about how she and future Uraraka were the same person died on his lips when she accepted his sweaty hand and hoisted herself up with a force that almost knocked him off his damn feet.
Once her feet were firmly planted she said, "besides, its only five hours. It'll be over before we know it."
That was the damn truth.
As soon as they entered the fray of the party, every passing second was wholly occupied by the wildly entertaining toddler. When opening presents, Hoshiko thanked every gift giver with a pat on the head before shredding through gift wrapping with a ferociousness and efficiency that felt oddly familiar. She gave sweet thank you's for each gift, even the ones she flung over her shoulder in clear disinterest.
Then Izuku bequeathed the birthday princess with the gift of the night: Dynamight and Uravity plushies. Hoshiko shrieked with pure delight, hugging them to her chest.
"Ravity! Dino Might!"
Shoto arrived not long after these gifts were unwrapped. As he apologized for his tardiness, the little terror screamed, "die!" before launching the Dynamight plushy at his face. She cradled the Uravity doll with the utmost care.
Shoto expressionlessly pantomimed dying and crumbled to the floor. Hoshiko stood on his chest triumphantly. From his place below her toddler cankle, Shoto turned to Bakugou and Uraraka and said, "glad you're getting to see the absolute madness you unleashed upon all of us."
Hoshiko smacked him in the chest with the Uravity doll, shouting, "up! Up!"
Shoto rose, hauling up the toddler with him. After he regained his full height, Hoshiko gifted him a head pat and declared him, "all better!"
Bakugou couldn't remember the last time he laughed so hard.
When he wasn't chasing the vivacious two year old around the home, he found himself watching as Hoshiko and Uraraka played together. His chest squeezing each time they shared a laugh, a hug, a smile.
Eventually, the sugar wore off and the exhaustion won out. Most of the party's attendees had left by the time the birthday princess was fighting the losing battle against sleep, cuddled between her future parents on the couch.
Izuku, Eijirou, and Shoto stayed behind. They all traded stories about the past since Izuku deemed all conversations about the future as "off-limits." The nerd kept blabbing on about needing to maintain the order of the space time continuum of whatever.
Not that it mattered anyway. Bakugou's life was already profoundly altered.
Before they materialized in the future, Bakugou had never previously stopped for a second to think about a life outside of work. Professional heroics were his sole, unwavering focus. But now, this entirely new option was shoved in his face. It was all he could see.
And he discovered this view, while unexpected, was just what he had been missing.
There was no way in hell he could go back to just being colleagues with Uraraka after getting a glimpse at their future. He just hoped Uraraka felt the same.
Suddenly, that insanely bright light flooded his vision and the light-hearted conversation that he was barely listening to faded entirely.
Their five hour sneak peak was over.
As they were propelled back to the past, their future selves were launched back into their own timeline.
The bright light dimmed and revealed their living room. The only noticeable difference was the sizable amount of presents littering the floor.
Ochako shuttered beside him, alerting him that she made the trip back as well. She shook out her arms to rid herself of the lingering effects of time travel.
"That felt just as weird as the first time!"
Katsuki was inclined to agree. Being beamed back into the present was a jarring sensation. At least he knew what to expect this time.
He planted a big old kiss right on Ochako's unsuspecting forehead before pressing a softer one on Hoshiko's cheek, careful not to wake her.
"Hey, they're back!"
Eijirou exclaimed in a whisper-level shout right before Ochako could return his kiss with one of her own. God, it had only been five hours, but it felt like he spent a lifetime away from those lips.
"So I'm curious," Izuku started, "where did you guys go when your past selves were here?"
As annoyed as Katsuki pretended to be at the question that interrupted his welcome home smooch-sesh, it was a valid one.
"Pretty sure we just swapped,” Ochako responded through a yawn. "I don't know about you, Katsuki, but I slept soooo goooood."
"You're telling me. I haven't had five hours of uninterrupted sleep like that in two years."
Izuku blinked worriedly at this information.
"Wait—I remember you both being in comas?"
"They were." Ei squinted, equally thrown off by this explanation.
"I almost had a nervous breakdown because I thought I killed you," Shoto responded, voice laced with an uncharacteristic concern as he recalled the traumatic memory. "You were both unresponsive."
Katsuki rolled his eyes, scoffing at their worried expressions.
"Whatever. Dramatic babies. It was basically a nap."
"Anyway," Ochako began, wanting to pivot this conversation to much more interesting matters than her nap time.
"Thank you guys for being here for past us. If we're back here now, that must mean it all worked out just fine."
"Yeah, I bet you're both already busy giving us all heart attacks in the past."
Katsuki smirked, remembering how he jolted out of his hospital bed with such a force that he ripped out all of the wires and tubes that were hooked up to him. Concerned screams followed him as he burst from his hospital room and into the hallway.
"Uraraka!" His scream echoed through sterile hall, his voice almost certainly disturbing every person staying on this floor of the hospital.
"Bakugou!" Uraraka called from behind.
Bakugou turned to find Uraraka, clad in a hospital gown, towing a vitals monitor and saline bag behind her as she broke out into a sprint towards him.
She was glorious. Cheeks flushed, feet bare, ass certainly peeking from behind the flaps of her hospital gown with each step she took towards him. His future collided with him, and he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her the moment she made impact with his chest.
Bakugou made a mental note to thank that armature villain for showing him a future he never thought possible. If he hadn't been catapulted five years into the future, he probably never would have asked Uraraka,
"Wanna get a drink after this?"
"Yeah," she smiled up with a smile so bright it rivaled the blinding light from that numerically based, over-powered teleportation quirk.
"I've got a lot to learn about my future husband."