The Future Quirk: BakuDeku Week

chapter 3

˙˚ʚιȥυƙυɞ˚˙

Me and Kacchan stood outside the doors, waiting. 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? I don't know really, we were both extremely nervous. I 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 I was, but I could tell he was by the way he held his own hand behind his back. Kacchan could be so cute sometimes- 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?

"Together?" Kacchan didn't look at me as he spoke but I nodded, slightly surprised he would want to do anything together, even if it was just walking through a door at the same time. "Sure, together."

We opened the door and stepped inside, hiding slightly so as not to be seen yet. I gasped, the breath taken from my lungs as I looked at a nearby red sofa. My chest tightened slightly but I didn't know why or what this feeling was.

A 30 year old Katsuki Bakugo was sat on the sofa, playing some war game on his phone. He was in his hero suit, his muscular physique evident under the tight material and a bored look on his face. His blonde, spiky hair was slicked back under his eye mask as it was tied on top of his head. He had his boots and gauntlets off and to the side of the sofa he was laying on, taking up the whole thing with no room for more people- 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒-𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑎.

He looked at least 6'2, maybe even taller- and he had large scarring on the right side of his face. His right eye was blank white and he wore hearing aids with the colours of his hero costume, I even spotted a wedding ring on his left ring finger. He seemed to have died on the game he was playing and muttered an angry 'fuck' then pouted before most likely restarting the level. 𝐴𝑤𝑒, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛.

I averted my gaze from big Kacchan's messed up and pouty face and ended up looking at his chest. Sadly for me his hero suit seemed to have been updated in the future. Instead of the low V-neck that i'm used to, it was a neck high collar that even went part way up his face like Best Jeanist. 𝐺𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐾𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝?

I heard someone muttering, first I looked up at big Kacchan- 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦, 𝐼 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚- but he was still on his phone. Then I looked back at my Kacch- I mean, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 Kacchan, but his mouth was sealed. I did notice he was looking somewhere else though and he didn't seem to be able to avert his eyes, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡?

I turn my head to see- me! Right, future Kacchan 𝘢𝘯𝘥 me were here. I wonder if my hero suit updated at all, we are working on special moves and things like that at the moment, it would make sense if my hero suit had been upgrad- 𝑜ℎ.

A 30 year old me was pacing back and forth in the middle of the room and muttering to himself- 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟? 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑? His hair to his far right side was shaved off as if it couldn't grow there anymore and he had a small scar on his face that looked like it was from surgery- 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚?!

He was wearing normal civilian clothes: green shirt, black shorts and- was that a hoodie that said "ᗪYᑎᗩᗰIᘜᕼT" down the sleeve? It was orange, green and black with a pattern quite like Kacchans hero suit- ℎ𝑢ℎ. Big me was also only in socks and I noticed his shoes near Kacchans boots at the side of the red sofa. He looked around six foot, maybe a little shorter and he rubbed along his hand that had the same strain marks from present day that I'd got only a couple weeks ago in Kamino and even some from Hosu.

"Shit!" Older Kacchan half-shouted, "Why is this game so fucking hard?!" Older me paused and looked up to him, he used a voice, a tone I never thought I'd hear myself use, especially not to Kacchan! I was 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥.

"Kacchan could you 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 focus for one second? Were stuck in the damn past and you're worried about some stupid game you can't beat?!" Older Kacchan gave older me the middle finger and stuck his tongue out- 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑝, 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝐾𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦. Even if he got more petty and childish, older Kacchan wasn't immediately screaming in older me's face.

I hear a sort of whimper from next to me- 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔? No- It was Kacchan? I look at his face, his mouth was agape and he was making small noises from the back of his throat. He just kept staring at older me, probably because I'd just basically told him off but future him did absolutely nothing except be petty about it. 𝑌𝑒𝑎, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛.

"Hey Kacchan?" I get a small whimper in reply. "Are you okay Kacchan?" I shuffle a little closer to him as I whisper, I wasn't sure if he heard me or not so I got a little closer again. "Kaccha-"my speech was muffled by a hand in my face, over my nose and mouth and eyes. The hand pushes me backwards and I fall from my hiding place behind the door, "ow-"

The two older men turn to us younger boys as they hear my bum hit the ground and I make a small noise. I suddenly get very flustered as we're noticed while Kacchan stays at the door with his arm still outstretched from where he had pushed me. He steps forward and sizes up older me. Kacchan hasn't even looked at his future self yet, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢?

Older Kacchan looks at me on the ground and puts his phone away, he tilts his head and mouths 'Are you okay?' At first I'm a bit stunned that any version except little 3 year old Kacchan would ever ask me that but I nod either way and cross my legs, making no attempt to get up. I watch what Kacchan is going to do or say to older me.

"You, Deku, what the fuck are you wearing?" 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐾𝑎𝑐𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘? 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒-

"I'm wearing a 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 T-shirt, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 shorts, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 socks and a hoodie, my 𝘳𝘦𝘥 shoes are over there near your 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 shoes and my 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 backpack is near the sofa somewhere too. Or would you like me to be a bit more specific Kacchan? Since it seems you don't have eyes to see what Im wearing for yourself" Kacchan was speechless. I've never seen him, nor myself ever, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 act like that. I couldn't imagine, not once, speaking to Kacchan like that- I sounded so degrading- I didn't like it honestly.

"Mhm, that's what I thought, now go clean your mouth or whatever because it's annoying enough trying to get one Katsuki to listen to me, never mind another one, as an angsty teenager at that. So kindly, fuck off, because the adults are talking." Kacchan took a little step back, his pupils dilated and he just simply nodded before stumbling to a sofa-chair and sitting down, staying quiet while I was left sat on the floor near the door.

Authors note:

I honestly don't know why I wanted to make Izuku like that, I just couldn't resist, I got this idea at literal midnight and I'm so glad I didn't forget the storyline and descriptions I had already thought up. I just had to go through this whole thing correcting all the lower case to upper case, so many "I"s

-Sunday
-28th July
-00:47
-1337 words