𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

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➪𝐴𝑙𝑙 sign language 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 be underlined.

꧁𝙶𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙꧂

"Wow! Mom was this you!?" Haru exclaimed showing me his computer screen.

On the computer screen was YouTube and playing on YouTube was a video of me in my hero suit fighting and capturing villains using my quirk. I smiled to myself watching the video someone filmed. "Yes, that's me back before I had you. I'm the number two pro hero ya know!" I smiled big. Haru's mouth went agape.

"Happy 15th Birthday Haru!~" I cheered happily.

He smiled and gave me a side hug. "Thanks, mom." I took an envelope from behind my back and handed it to Haru. He took it with both hands and opened it. The letter read:

𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠/𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜𝑢 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑘𝑎,

𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑘𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑈.𝐴 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐷𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑘𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚.

𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚. 𝑆𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 5𝑡ℎ, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠.

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙.
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He looked up at me in disbelief then looked back at the letter again. He read it for the second time then looked back up at me again, still in a state of disbelief. "Yes!" He yelled excitedly and first bumped the air. Then he hugged me tightly. I couldn't help but smile and laugh. I placed my hand on his head and ruffled his hair. He groaned and fixed his hair. "Moooommm you're messing up my hair!!" I ignored his comment but stopped ruffling his hair.

"Let's show your father, come on."

I then led Haru downstairs where we found Katsuki on the couch with the TV on. His head was back with his arms crossed, eyes closed and mouth open, he was clearly asleep. Haru jumped onto the couch causing Katsuki to jump awake from the sudden jumpscare. "Oi, what the hell was that for!?" Katsuki had a mad expression on his face. Then Haru confidently shoved his acceptance letter in Katsuki's face. He took the letter from Haru's hand and read it, a small smile growing on his face as he read the letter.

"Good job firecracker."

꧁𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙꧂

I was sitting on the couch in our living room next to Katsuki. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. No matter how long we've been together he never fails to give me butterflies. Just then Haru came down the stairs in a light jog like he was in a hurry. Katsuki and I turned our heads to face Haru. He was now at the bottom of the staircase and was in the U.A high school uniform. I smiled to myself seeing the uniform after so many years. All sorts of memories flow through my mind. I got up and hugged Haru, he hesitantly hugged me back.

"If you get Mr. Aizawa as your hero class teacher. Do me a favor, call him a worm for me one last time."

I smiled faintly to myself, Aizawa was in his thirties when he taught us. Meaning he was to be in his sixties or so by now. And I highly doubt he retired early. Katsuki snickered in the background and I checked the time. It was 7:40 AM and school started at 8:30 AM we had just enough time to drive there without any worries. I managed to convince Katsuki to let me drive today since he's been driving this past week. And off we went to U.A.

We made it to U.A it was now 8:10 AM, 20 minutes before school started. Which was enough time for Haru to look for his class. He checked his schedule and looked up at us for help. Katsuki pulled out a pen and wrote down directions for every class Haru had. Along with how to get to the cafeteria, bathrooms, gym, etc. "Thanks, dad." Haru smiled, Katsuki nodded in response. I pulled them into a group hug, they hugged me back. We separated from the hug and I put my hand on Haru's shoulder.

"Be the best hero you can be, not the hero others want you to be. Always keep that in mind."

Haru nodded, a strong look of determination on his face. "(Y/n)? Bakugou?" I heard a familiar voice call out to us. Katsuki and I turned our heads in the direction of the voice. And there we saw none other than Denki, Kirishima, Sero, and Shoto. Shoto had Rin standing next to him. "Aunt (Y/n)! Uncle Katsuki!" Rin greeted happily before hugging us hello. He said goodbye shortly after to get to class.

"Uncle Katsuki?" Sero questioned.

"We got married." I sheepishly smiled.

"And here I thought you guys were going to be high school sweethearts with a bad breakup because of college or being a pro hero." Denki sighed almost as if he was relieved.

"What's that supposed to mean!?!" Katsuki yelled glaring at our blonde friend.

"Nothing bad I swear!" Denki quickly said putting his hands up in surrender.

"I never thought we would see each other at this school again." Kirishima said.

"It brings back a lot of memories." Sero said nostalgically.

I couldn't believe that they all still remember sign language, it's pretty easy to forget if you don't do it every day. Sometimes I myself forget a few words from time to time. "You guys remember sign language?" Katsuki asked taken aback. They all nodded their heads with happy looks on their faces.

"How could we forget? We spent years talking to you both every day!" Sero said happily.

"It's practically engraved in our minds!" Denki poked the side of his head.

We talked there in front of the school gate for hours on end catching each other up in the other's life. Even Shoto was being talkative today, I could tell he was happy. "How about we go get some lunch and keep chatting there?" Kirishima asked. Denki and I's eyes lit up like stars and we both got excited. We looked at each other and smiled big, memories of when we would always react the same when free food came into play.

"How about some soba?" Shoto suggested.

We all agreed to eat soba for lunch. Katsuki slipped his hand into mine after he had vigorously rubbed his hand on his pant leg. And so we all walked to the nearby soba stand we used to go to together as kids.

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