Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

A Slippery Future

Sequel for 'A Tale For The Future'

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It had been six months since the museum incident and class 1A now had multiple couples. Among them was Izuku and Katsuki, that fateful day at the museum ended up with the two boys curled up asleep, together on the spare bed in Inko’s hospital room. An extreme emotional rollercoaster of a day set a trend for the next week, thus the pair never left each other’s sides, except one afternoon when Katsuki left a sleepy Izuku to gather supplies for a picnic on the hospital grounds, not a date he insisted, just a picnic… ok?!

After a week off school, Inko was thankfully stable enough for the boys to return to school. They were a lot closer, redeveloping a long lost friendship that progressed to something more with a soft kiss under moonlight on the height alliance rooftop 8 days after the museum trip. As had been foretold, Inko was on the path to recovery and remission within three months, getting the all clear by the five month mark. And so, here was class 1A, chatting away waiting for Aizawa to start the day.

“Oh come on man! Double dates are manly! You can’t deny us forever.” complained Kirishima.

“Yeah come on, its EVERYONES six month anniversary at some point over the next week, we should go on a class date! It would be so awesome!” Kaminari fist bumped Kirishima

“Fuck. Off.”

“Oh come on Kacchan, its really everyone just going to hang out, if we take the word date out of it, can we? We can all go to the arcade, then dinner!” Izuku said to Katsuki while scratching the sides of his head, the explosive blonde had his head leaning back onto his boyfriend’s desk.

“Urghhhhhhhh” he groaned at the big green eyes looking at him, “Don’t look at me like that”

“Awwwww Bakugo is soft for Mido!” Hagakure giggled “I love it!”

“Quieten up now, time for roll call” Aizawa droned as he walked in, sleeping bag tossed over his shoulder. He barely got to standing behind his desk when a bright white light and crash of thunder erupted from the ceiling and out from that, a certain explosive blonde fell, landing on Aizawa’s desk with a grunt.

“Fuuuuuck!” A considerably older Bakugo rubbed his head and sat up on the desk. He slowly looked around the room then over his shoulder at a stunned Aizawa “Oh FUCK! That bastard got me! FUCK!”

Everyone stared in shock. This Bakugo was probably over half a foot taller, considerably more muscular, had a small scar across one eye brow and was dressed in his hero outfit, which except for slightly more streamlined gauntlets was pretty much the same. Oh and he looked… kinda greasy…

“Bakugo, explain” Aizawa had his hands on his capture weapon, the rest of the class was silent.

“Myself and several pro-heroes were at UA today for an alumni demonstration when the school was attacked. It was a coordinated effort by the anti-hero anarchists, a group of assholes who just like to piss off heroes, they don’t really hurt anyone as such, just generally create chaos because they don’t agree with who are ‘chosen’ to be heroes” he said with air quotes. “Anyway, the group who attacked had an asshole with a time travel quirk, it sends anyone hit 20 years into the past for 30 minutes in the exact location.”

“Well, that sounds annoying. So who was there?… and why are you… greasy?”

“Fucking lubricated, they’re always fucking slippery. Its like, their thing. Anyways, Deku, Red Riot, Creati and Cellophane. You were teaching class. Ummm…. our daughter Makio was in this class too” he finished with a frown.

“Fuck” Aizawa sat at his desk and put his head in his hands “Well now I feel massively fucking useless. There's nothing we can do about a fight twenty years in the future. Bakugo, find somewhere to sit while I go to see Nezu and inform him of the situation” the visibly distressed teacher walked out and it didn’t take long before the class burst into life, asking questions, all talking and shouting over the top of one another.