All over again (KrBk)

Childhood Class

The next core place was quite a drive. But the place was quite specific. It was over a...river? A log bridged over it, at least it would. The log has since rotted and split in half, causing a bit of blockage in the river.

"Alright, get down there," Midoriya said, shoving him slightly. He almost fell in, but he caught his balance and was able to slowly and cautiously make his way down towards the water that seemed to have lowered. If that's because of the log or not, Bakugou couldn't say for sure.

Midoriya also made his way down there. Carefully.

"Okay, sit down," Midoriya instructed him once they were face to face. Bakugou looked at him confused and like he was stupid.

"In-in the water?" He asked.

"Yep," Midoriya said blankly. The blond looked at the greenette like he was an idiot still but did as he was asked. "Ready?" He asked.

Bakugou looked up at him confused and Midoriya leaned over and held his hand out. Suddenly more memories flashed through his eyes. Again, it made them hurt along with his head. But then one of the memories made him realize something. Once the memories were done, he lifted his shirt to see that scar that Kirishima didn't want to talk about before.

He had almost died.

He looked up at Kirishima but the redhead didn't meet his gaze. Glancing away with this shameful look on his face.

Midoriya was his...friend? He wasn't sure if that was the status of their relationship but they definitely knew each other since they were really young. And all the things he said to him. Why did he stick around?

"Need help getting up?" Midoriya asked, holding his hand out more.

"No, 'm fine," he ignored the hand being held out towards him and got up on his own, being disgusted by the wet patch that was now on his rear from sitting in the water. Midoriya tried to hold back his laughter.

"So that's why you told me to bring a spare pair of pants," Kirishima muttered as he eyed his husband's ass-not in a weird way of course.

(Maybe a little)

"Papa looked like he peed himself," Kurai said, out loud. That made Midoriya lose it and he started laughing, causing the blond to blush and get angry. Kirishima covered his mouth and let out only a small snicker.

"Stop laughing at me, fucking Deku!" He shouted, his face getting redder. The greenette ignored him and fell to the ground in his fit of laughter and was holding his stomach.

"Don't worry babe, I have a pair of pants you can change into!" He shouted towards his husband. In his mind, it was to prevent the blond from roasting Midoriya alive, but he knew without his memory Bakugou would never.

"Get me out of here!" He stomped towards the edge embarrassed and lifted his hand for Kirishima to grab. The redhead set Kurai down and grabbed for Bakugou, helping him up. Midoriya came over, wiping tears from his eyes, and Kirishima helped him up as well.

Bakugou changed his pants and they went to UA high. The staff were made aware that they would be arriving, so there was no surprise when they had showed up.

"Mr. Aizawa," Kirishima held his hand out for the older man, typically he would go for a hug, but Aizawa was his old teacher so it felt a bit odd to do that. The ravenhead took it and they shook hands, Kirishima having a bright happy smile on his face. It's been years since they've seen him.

"Mr. Yamada," he reached his hand out towards him. Hizashi took his hand and shook it, the both of them having a bright smile on their faces.

Once they were done, both of the older men stared at Bakugou. They were made aware of the blond's lack of memory, but it still made Mr. Aizawa feel a bit uneasy. Yamada put a hand on his husband's shoulder in the hopes of easing the tension there.

"Let's go to the classroom," Hizashi suggested after some quiet tension. They all nodded and went inside the school. They had decided to start from the ground up, with the class that started it all: 1A.

The interior of the classroom was the same as it had been all those years ago, but since then, different students had sat in these seats.

"Which one does Eri sit in?" Kirishima asked Hizashi. The golden blond smiled brightly and excitedly went towards the desk second row to the door in the front and pointed at it.

"Right here," he blurted. "Because her dad wants to keep an eye on her," he smiled at Aizawa, who blushed and looked away.

"I just want to make sure she's paying attention, even if I'm not here teaching anymore," he shrugged and tried to reasonably explain. Hizashi and Kirishima huffed and shook their heads, knowing the truth.

"Katsuki, sit here," the redhead gently led Bakugou to his old desk and sat him down. "Do you remember this room at all?" He asked gently.

Katsuki looked around.

"It...feels familiar..." he mumbled, and it was honest.

"I used to teach here." Aizawa stood in behind the podium. "You were on of my students," he continued.

Bakugou glanced around the room once more before his eyes landed back on Kirishima.

"Where did you sit?" He asked the redhead.

"Oh, over here," Eijiro went a bit away from him and sat down in the old desk. That apparently was what caused some flash backs to-well, flash in front of his eyes. He barely recognized that Midoriya sat behind him.

A lot of memories of them in this classroom blinded him. He wanted his hero name to be lord explosion murder? Right now it doesn't sound logical and a little edgy, but back then it was probably a dedicated decision.

"Lord Explosion Murder?" He asked, looking at Kirishima. The redhead laughed and Midoriya scoffed and amusingly rolled his eyes.

"Yep," Kirishima nodded. "You were pretty hellbent on it too," he continued to chuckle. "Thankfully, you were able to come up with a more...suitable one."

"Thank the lord for it," Aizawa muttered and rolled his eyes, causing his husband, Midoriya, and Kirishima to chuckle.

"I think we've done enough for today," Midoriya said after their laughter had died down. "These core memories are working but they seem to be a strain to go through, possibly because of so many memories being brought back at once," he explained, Kirishima nodded.

"Goodbye Mr. Aizawa," the redhead waved, a little sadly. "And Mr. Yamada," he waved goodbye to him as well as the blond approach. Bakugou looked over at them and waved as well. Kirishima took Katsuki's hand and started to leave with him and Kurai.

He sat Kurai in her booster seat and they started driving off back home.

"Where do you think we would go next?" Bakugou asked as they entered the house. The sun was setting by the time they finished, so it was time to probably get started on dinner and stuff like that.

"I don't know," the redhead shrugged. "I'm sure Midoriya will call and ask for my suggestions," he continued. "I know you best, after all," he smiled brightly.

Bakugou nodded and went to go prepare dinner.

After dinner, they went to get ready for bed.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kirishima asked as he laid beside Bakugou. The blond was laying on his back with his arms across his stomach, just staring up at the ceiling while the redhead was laying on his side, looking at Bakugou's distant face.

"I..." he began, but he wasn't sure how to begin with everything he remembered. He just sighed and pulled up his shirt a little to show where the scar was. He shifted upwards to his arms so he could see it. A sorrowful look on his face.

"I almost died."