Time Changes Us (DekuBaku)

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A/N Tracking says my new phone is out for delivery. I can't believe that I've had to wait a whole week .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠'⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠'⁠·⁠. I just really want to be able to type without my words getting all skewed anymore. The fact this author note had to be edited so much makes me want to cry. 🥲

Kacchan’s POV
Something isn’t right. The whole time I was at UA the first time around no matter how big the villain attack was, the only time I was required to see Hound Dog was after I was kidnapped from camp. Which was stupid as fuck I mean there were a lot of big things that happened other than that, that should have resulted in a trip to see Hound Dog and not just for me either but that is besides the point. No, the point is, what changed?

Something had to change considering how suddenly they were taking our mental well being seriously this time. I mean fuck, we didn’t actually go through anything all that traumatizing this time around, certainly not as traumatizing as finding out Deku’s sperm donor was All-For-One anyway.

Maybe that's the reason? It's a bit late but still understandable.

It’s been a few days now and apparently Deku had some muscle strain so he has to see Recovery Girl every few days to have it checked and since we are still doing internships he wasn't allowed to do more than stretches during our actual heroics class but they are letting him still go on patrols with just that limitation. In other words, it’s too small for Recovery Girl to use her quirk on but so long as he doesn’t overwork himself then everything will be just fine.

Toshi is now required to see Hound Dog once a week, apparently he has been bottling up a lot more than Mom and Dad thought, but I kind of expected that.

Then there was me, Hound Dog is requiring me to come in three days a week; Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings before classes. I mean I knew that I had issues but I didn’t think I let him see any of them while I talked to him.

“Young man, you have severe anger issues, granted that you have done a superb job of controlling yourself but that isn’t actually healthy. You need to let your anger out in a healthy manner, not just push it down.” Hound Dog lectured, his dog face giving me the creeps.

“You realize that everyone I have ever met would want to argue with you, right?” I looked at him like he was crazy. Because damn. I have never been told to let myself be angry before, in either life.

He chuckled a bit, “I’m sure. Like I said, you’ve done a superb job. Let me help take some of the burden off your shoulders though, it will make being a hero and husband much easier and more enjoyable for you.” That got my attention.

“Can it make me a better husband?” I asked him, not bothering to try and hide my motives. Memories of my first life and how much of an absolute shit I was flashing across my mind.

“And make life more enjoyable for you,” he added, waiting a few seconds but I don’t really care about that part. He seemed to think of something and wrote it down on his notepad and I frowned. He noticed.

“Do you have something against my taking notes?” He asked, setting the notepad down.

“Do what you want. If it can help me be better to Deku I’ll deal with it,” I huffed but he just slid me a piece of paper and I looked at him confused.

“It would help if you drew or wrote during our sessions. Particularly while you are talking,” he smiled as I took the pen.

“Fine,” I muttered and I started drawing Deku’s big eyes. He asked me a bunch of questions and it wasn’t until I was nearly done with the drawing that I realized that I fucked up.

“Last time?” Hound Dog asked, trying to prompt me to continue but I froze up.

“No,” I put down the pen, ignoring how he looked at me curiously. I can’t. I won’t.

“Young man?” He looked at me surprised but my lips were sealed. I sat back in the seat waiting for the clock on the wall to finish so that I wouldn’t get expelled or whatever bullshit Aizawa Sensei was going to do, most likely he would put me on house arrest and preventing me from going on my internship would cause the most damage so I’ll just sit and wait.

“I see, you know I have heard that there are quirks that make it difficult to talk about and then there are quirks that we can’t talk about. Not because they prevented us but because of what would happen if we did,” I felt my eyes widen a fraction but I tried not to show anything at all.

“I understand, instead why don’t you tell me about the drawing you drew,” he motioned at the picture of Deku and I guess that is safe enough so I relaxed again.

“It’s Deku in his hero suit,” I smile at the memory. “We were-” I froze. Well fuck.

“So this is a memory?” He asked, looking at the obviously adult Deku while he was in the middle of kicking ass, his muscles beautifully toned and for the first time ever I am thankful that my art skills pale in comparison to his because although he does look older it isn’t nearly so drastic. It was from the day I first found out he was gay too. The day I managed to fuck up so bad that he refused to call me Kacchan for months.

“Forget it, it’s a dream I guess,” I tried to wave it off. I don’t like lying. It makes things complicated and messy. Especially when they start asking questions about how something happened. Like Deku’s accident when we were four. He was never actually hurt when we were four. We just said that and that he had his memory erased so that we had a cover story. The fear of what the lady in green said would happen if we ever told Deku the truth far too much for any of us to actually take the chance.

“I see, could you tell me about the dream?” He looked up at me and put the paper down again. Could I tell him? If he thinks it's just a dream?

“I-” I started freezing again, what should I do? What can I do? What will happen if I do? “No,” I stated it clearly and with force. I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t go through the pain of him dying in my arms again.

“How about this then,” I looked up and he leaned back in his seat to reach behind him, I didn’t even notice the cookies sitting there, he picked up the plate and put them down in front of me and picked one up for himself. “Tell me what you are afraid will happen if you do tell me?” I seriously doubt that he expects me to answer but thankfully we have already spread the truth of what will happen if Deku finds out.

“Deku will die,” I answered hoarsely, I tried to cough and clear my throat but it didn’t help any. I didn’t pick up a cookie and Hound Dog frowned before handing me a bottle of water, which I accepted.

“Deku, your husband?” He asked to clarify and after I took a drink I nodded to confirm his words. “Is it talking about it in general or if he finds out?”

I froze for a second but decided it was safe enough, “If he finds out. We don’t talk about it, not even to each other. What if he overhears us? What if someone else does and asks him about it? We never talk about it. We can’t.”

He looks surprised again but his face quickly calms down. “And that includes your dreams?”

“Nightmares, I haven’t had dreams in a long time…” I shouldn’t have said that.

“Then why don’t you tell me about the dreams you used to have? Before the nightmares?” I looked up at him surprised. He isn’t going to push? He smiled and nudged the cookies towards me. My dreams before Deku? It’s been so long since I’ve thought about them.

“Okay.”