The Future Firecracker

48 | TOO HONEST, PART TWO

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
'too honest, part two'

the changed future.

"Today begins one of the biggest searches in hero society history. Two of the top five heroes, Explosion hero: Dynamight and Time hero: Epochary, have mysteriously disappeared with no traces and unexpectedly failed their mission. Contact pro heroes: Deku or Shoto if you have any inform—"

The tv switched off, but not at the hands of the six-year-old boy in front of it. "Uncle Kiri... why did you turn off the tv?"

"Katsuro-kun... me and Auntie Mina will be staying with you, okay? We'll find your parents, wherever they are," the redhead tried to reassure, searching for every loophole to be optimistic. "How about we train your quirk?"

"B-but I feel like I've been here before. It don't feel right, Uncle Kiri... d-do you think so too?" Katsuro asked, walking up to his non-biological uncle.

The man's head nodded slightly, mentally writing in his head that he needed to mention this familiar sequence happening before. He couldn't put his finger on it, he was desperate to find an answer.

"I— um... have something to tell you... I have powers like Momma... b-but when will she and dad be back?"

A nagging, eerie feeling hit his head, then came a headache he soothed by grabbing onto his vibrant spikes. The memory came flooding into his head, causing him to fall to the floor, struggling to understand everything changing.

Kirishima opened his arms for the blond boy, him in turn running to find a source of comfort in a tight hug. "We'll have to... see what you did."

present.

"Hey," you whispered.

Bakugou looked so peaceful asleep.
But he needed to get up.

"Hey, boom boom boy. Wake up. Hey."

The blond let of a groan, telling you somehow that he was listening. He turned from his position facing the wall to roll on his back to look at you while his eyes were closed.

"My door is locked," you said, "I don't have my key."

Bakugou's eyelids opened a little, ruby irises glowing from the sun's rays. If we wasn't a hero, you thought that he would make a good model. He looked so photogenic compared to you, who almost always uses the peace sign in every image in your camera roll.

"You're pretty," you whispered.

He blinked his eyes open, registering what you just told him. "Wha— s-shut up."

That was beside the point, though. Earlier, you woke up to go to your room to get changed for your workout, only to remember you left all of your things inside when you dashed outside. You returned to see him asleep again even though the curtains were fully drawn out, poking his broad shoulders to slowly get him awake.

"How the hell did you lock the door without a key?" His voice was deep and raspy, your heart fluttered beneath your skin, pathetically smiling at the mundane sentence.