The Future Quirk: BakuDeku Week

Chapter 6

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I watched Deku leave the room. As soon as I heard the other door close I shot up, pushing past Aizawa and going in to see my future self.

Getting straight to the point I asked, "How did you get that scar?" He looked up at me from his chair that I was previously sat on. "I died."

I double take, ℎ𝑒 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒? "Haha, what like you got close to death?" He shake his head plainly. "Nope, I died. For like 10 minutes I was gone."

Okay, I was starting to believe him. "But you came back? This is confusing- you're as bad as Nezu when explaining things."
Nezu popped his head up from behind his desk and I froze.

"Uhm, no offense sir-" "non taken, Bakugo, please continue your question though." I shake my head, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑?

The older me itches his scar. "Dying hurt ya know, Shigaraki was a bitch." I pause, letting what he said soak in. I took in two things from what he said.

First, Shigaraki was a bitch- as in handjob was the one to kill me?! No fucking way. Second, "Shigaraki 𝘸𝘢𝘴 a bitch" as in, we killed him? Or he's gone now?

"So Shigaraki is eventually defeated?" Older me sits up and nods. "Of course he is! As if he'd still be here in fifteen years." I make a small grunt.

"Was it easy? He just seemed really childish the last time I saw him, when I was kidnapped." Older me raised his eye brow, "oh? That's already happened? What's the date?" "2nd of September."

I hear future me mutter about a week he forgot and something to do with Izuku- 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦 "𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢"?! "Hey... Mini me? You know how All Might lost his power?"

I nod, instantly feeling guilty, last week at Kamino playing in my head again. It had been playing on loop for the past few days. I had ended All Might just because I wasn't strong enough to escape that night at the training camp. It's all my fault.

"Well... Just know, it's not your fault okay? I know I beat myself up a helluva lot but- and I know this will only make you feel better for a week before you forget- it's really not your fault, you couldn't have donr anything at all."

I look up, not feeling annoyed or mad for once. A calm look on my face as I let the words sink in. I don't fully believe him, but at least it's some consolation hearing it from my future self. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑.

Nezu speaks up, "well if you two don't mind I have some... 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 to attend to, so if you both could leave?" I nod, not saying anything while older me stands and waves to Nezu. Then stepping to the door and opening it for me.

"Thanks.." I mutter, I don't feel weak saying it right now, probably because I'm saying it to myself anyway- Someone who knows exactly what I'm feeling. He's already lived through my life once before anyway.

He ruffles my hair as he closes the door, "no problem, Kat." I didn't know how to react to that, him ruffling my hair then calling me 'Kat'. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒?

He's already walking ahead to the dorms. If only Deku was here, I could rub it in his face that I was right- he did know his own way to the dorms. "You coming?" I look up from my thoughts and jog to catch up. 𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡.

"Can we go back to the whole "I died" thing please?" He chuckles. It felt weird hearing a slightly deeper version of my own voice laugh, even if it was just a small chuckle. His smile was quite nice, soft, and sympathetic to my confusion. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠?!... 𝐼𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓?

"Yea, let's talk about that." I smirk as I speed walk next to him and we head down the stairs. "Well, Shigaraki killed me with his hands and stuff. My organs, I've been told, were mixed up in my body or something- it wasn't pretty."

𝐽𝑒𝑒𝑧, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑛. "Okay? Did he like scoop out a part of your face or something? Is that how you got the scar?" He sucks through his teeth. "Okay this'll be a- hard explanation, hang with me here." I nod, waiting for him to continue.

"During the final battle against handjob, I use some support gear called the Strafe Panzer, which is six barreled heavy cannons and two shoulder-pad smaller cannons as aim sights; the cannons are loaded with a belt feed containing my nitro-sweat stored in each capsule, giving me more sweat ammunition or for bigger explosions"

My eyes gleam. 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑘𝑢. "That's awesome!" He chuckles again, I could see him resist the urge to ruffle my hair again as I no doubt looked like an excited child. "Meh, not so awesome when the villains got to me-"

"In the fight, the Strafe Panzer was destroyed and my right arm was badly crushed by dear old Shiggy, while the right side of my face was heavily scarred." He points to his face, dramatising it as if it's a trophey.

"Wow... So thats how I died?" He nods solemly, "my heart was ruptured by Shiggy. A fun near-death experience." I look down while continuing to walk until I hear older me talk once again.

"Then Izuku smacks the living shit out of them! It seems the easiest way to make him mad is but hurting me." 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑒𝑘𝑢, "𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢". I stay silent, contemplating what it means.

Usually I would be raging mad right now and shouting at my older counterpart, I don't really know why I wasn't. Probably because I was just told Deku destroyed Shigaraki after 𝘐 died

"So how did you- I come back to life?" Older me smiled at me, "Let's save that okay? I don't really want to talk about that." "Oh- yea sure..." I fiddled with my hands. 𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑘𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓?

After walking for a bit and starting to head down the grass hill to the dorm rooms I got up the courage to ask. "How come you keep calling him "Izuku"? What happens in the future to- to change that?"

He smiled at me again, almost melancholy. "Oh Kat, you've got a lot of trauma waiting for you in the future, just you wait. You're gonna mature really quick, don't worry."

I don't respond, 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦? Am I going to have to get therapy or counselling or some shit for the 'a lot of trauma waiting for me'? Everyone is saying I should get some sort of therapy for anger issues anyway...

Maybe I did, I mean, older me seems 𝘸𝘢𝘺 more calm than me right now. I haven't heard him shout once. I apparently get way softer. Earlier he stuck his tongue out at older Deku after he told him off.

It's like a de-matured or whatever you would call it- I got more immature, got way more petty and childish but also less angry. 𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ? I feel like I'd be just as annoying, but instead of because I shout at everyone it's because I act like a toddler with everyone.

My personality is doomed.

Authors note:

I feel like that's a sloppy way to end the chapter, I didn't have any good ways to end it. If you have any ideas please help me, I'm stuck 🥲

-Monday
-29th July
-08:52
-1299 words