The rain poured steadily as Izuku Midoriya sat alone on the edge of the park fountain. His mind replayed Bakugou's earlier words over and over. "I hate you, Deku!"
Why was he so surprised? Kacchan had always hated him—or at least, that's what he told himself. But no matter how much Kacchan pushed him away, Midoriya couldn't change how he felt.
"Why? Just why?" Midoriya whispered to himself, tears streaking his cheeks. His chest felt unbearably heavy.
Suddenly, a glowing pink orb appeared in the distance, cutting through the gray haze of rain.
The orb hovered closer, shimmering unearthly. Midoriya stood, his instincts warring with his curiosity. Was this some kind of quirk? Maybe even a villain's trap? But before he could react, the orb enveloped him, bathing him in a dazzling pink aura.
"What... is this?" Midoriya murmured, his voice tinged with awe and fear. As the light intensified, his vision blurred until everything faded into darkness.
Elsewhere, Bakugou Katsuki stormed into the park, his eyes scanning the rain-drenched surroundings. A strange pink glow caught his attention. His pulse quickened.
"What the hell is that?" he muttered, his pace quickening. His heart sank at the thought of a villain targeting Deku. "If some scumbag's laid a finger on him..."
He sprinted toward the light, only for it to dim and disappear as he approached. "Deku?!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the rain. He caught sight of a small figure slumped near the fountain and froze.
When he got closer, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Deku was still there—but he was a child, no older than four or five, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"Deku, what the hell happened to you?!" Bakugou barked, his voice a mixture of confusion and panic.
The little boy flinched, taking a step back. "Kacchan? Huh? Why are you so big and tall??" Izuku squeaked, his small hands trembling.
Bakugou sighed, crouching down to meet Izuku's gaze. "Tch. I'm not gonna hurt you, dumbass," he said, his tone softening despite himself.
Deku's wide eyes blinked up at him, unsure whether to trust him. "You're... being nice to me?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Bakugou felt a pang of guilt at the question. Had he really been so cruel that Izuku couldn't even imagine him being kind? "Don't get used to it," Bakugou muttered, trying to mask his feelings.
Deku tilted his head, his young mind swimming with confusion. "Why are you... grown up? What's going on?"
"Listen, you gotta pay attention, nerd. Something messed up happened—maybe some quirk hit you—and now you're stuck like this. I guess you reverted to your childhood self," Bakugou explained, his words rushed but as clear as he could manage.
"Wait... does this mean I'm in the future?" Deku asked, his small face scrunching with concentration. "So, you made it to UA?"
Bakugou sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I did. You're in Class 1-A with me and a bunch of other extras," he said, crossing his arms.
Deku's face lit up with excitement. "Really? I got into UA too?! That's amazing, Kacchan!" he shouted, bouncing on his toes.
"Stop yelling, idiot!" Bakugou snapped, though his tone lacked real bite.
"Oh, sorry," Deku said sheepishly.
Bakugou rolled his eyes, scooping Deku into his arms. "Alright, let's get you back to the dorms before you cause more trouble."
"Wait! Put me down! I can walk!" Deku protested, squirming.
"Hah, no chance, pipsqueak," Bakugou said with a smirk. "You'll just trip over your own feet. And that'd be another hassle."
The walk back to the dorms was quiet, save for the sound of rain and Izuku's occasional questions about the future. By the time they arrived, Deku had fallen asleep in Bakugou's arms, his small face peaceful and relaxed.
Bakugou carefully carried him up the stairs and into his room, making sure to avoid the prying eyes of their classmates. It was a skill he had perfected over time. He placed Deku gently on the bed, pulling the blanket over.
For a moment, Bakugou stood there, staring down at him. The sight of Deku like this—vulnerable and innocent—stirred something in his chest. He looked... cute.
"Tch. What the hell am I thinking?" Bakugou muttered to himself, shaking his head. Exhausted from the day's events, he slumped into the chair beside Deku's bed.
His eyes drifted shut as the rain continued to patter against the-
*sounds of a breaking wall*
All Might: "I AM HERE... and I seem to have broken the fourth wall!"
Kirishima: "Uh, yeah, I helped too! It was... manly!"
Aizawa: sighs "This is why we can't have nice things."
Narrator: "Great. Just great. Guess I'll be patching this up now."
Uraraka: "Oh no, we're sorry!" nervously rubs her neck
Kaminari: "Wait, are you... talking to the readers?"
Narrator: "Yes, yes, I am. And while I fix this mess, you all can get out of here. Shoo!"
Everyone: "Fine, fine, we're going!"
Narrator looks at the debris and sighs deeply.
Bakugou's eyes drifted shut as the rain continued to patter against the window. Tomorrow would be hectic.
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Discovering Feelings by the Past (DISCONTINUED) ♥
Fanfiction(Fanfic Discontinued) TW: Swearing, LGBTQ+, ships, and questionable writing. Bakugou and Midoriya had a huge misunderstanding. After Izuku runs off, Bakugou goes searching for him. But during his search, he encounters a mysterious woman. This meetin...
