𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷) ;; KHR X BNHA

#𝟹 𝙶𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚘 ;; 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒

Disclaimer: KHR and BNHA aren’t mine
Warning: Bad grammar

  Right after Gokudera Hayato turned three, he was suddenly became a perfect child. He refused to use diaper instead, he had learnt to go to the toilet by himself, as if he was used to it. He could write perfectly, if not a little messy – his chubby and short fingers refused to work properly damn it! – and while being a completely Japanese, he surprised his parents one day by communicating with a lost Italian tourist one day with a very fluent Italian language. He could speak every words without stumble, and knew how to read, even the difficult words, perfectly without having anyone to teach him. His parents had kept his sudden intelligence quiet, and told him not to show it to other people as it might harm him. Hayato had scoffed at that. As if he would show it to anyone else aside them. He was not the genius right hand man for nothing.

  He could see how proud he had made the two adult by being the cleverest kid in his grade.

  But it was not Gokudera Hayato that they were seeing. It was Bakugou Hayato.

  And it pissed him off to think that he had to live as someone else now.

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  The first moment when the memories of his previous life came and assaulted him, Hayato’s hand itched to reach for his cigarette – a force of habit whenever he feels agitated – before reality slapped him hard on his face – he could not own those lung-destruction thing when he’s just fucking three. Even so, it did not stop him from finding things to chew as a substitute to his cigarette, which happens to be Mr. Nekoma, his stuffed cat that he had received from his aunt during his second birthday. It hurt his pride a bit to own a stuffed cat of all thing but seeing that the doll was quite similar to his Uri, he thought it was not that bad to keep it by his side.

  That said, Hayato refused to have a birthday party that day and chose to lock himself inside his room. There were multiple knocks to his door and concerned voices coming from his mom and dad, asking if he was alright but he did not feel like answering any of them and told them to leave him alone for the day. He needed some time to himself to sort everything first. He refused to do things without understanding what was going on and a decent plan. After all, being the Vongola Tenth’s right hand man requires him to be able to come up with any kind of plan all the time.

Both of his parents, thankfully, had understood and left him with a reminder to come out when it’s dinner time.

  Learning how the new world work was his first intention but before he could do anything, the face filled with anguish and sorrow he had seen before his last breath appeared and he felt his chest tightened. He could remember how his sky at that time, crying mess when he received the unexpected blow on his chest just to protect his leader. Jyudaime at that time went rampage to see him in that state and had made an instant kill with a single blow to the enemy. Hayato wanted to tell him to stop and just run but knowing his boss, the man would not leave his comrade alone. Too bad at that time he had lost too many blood that even if the backup team come to help them, it was just too late. Right before his last moments, he remembered having his head being rested on a very familiar lap. He opened his eyes and saw him. Jyudaime was crying while begging him not to go.

  “No no no please Hayato you can’t leave me don’t go please don’t go I need you please please please!” his sky begged. He thought he needed to reassure his boss and tell him to move on.

  And so he did. "Don’t cry boss.” He told the sky. “I'm completing my job as your right-hand man now." Hayato smiled, eyes closing down while his storm flame gradually faded along his consciousness.

  After that, he was already in this new world, a whole new world that he knew nothing about it. Everything was completely different from the previous world and his inner self had started to feel giddy. He could not wait to learn more about this world. Who knows what kind of UMA he could find here. He knows that flames were no longer applicable in this world but when he’d tested his storm flame, it was there, and he was glad because of that. He might as well starts a new CIA system to be made as a weapon. It seemed that luck was on his side that his father, his new father was a researcher for some quirk foundation that he did not feel the need to know. He could use some puppy eyes to beg for some material from the older man later.

  That said, Hayato could feel his head cleared a bit and decided to go out of his room. After all, his new parents had given their effort to create a birthday party and it was a waste to give away the cake without tasting it first.

  His heart felt uncharacteristically warm when he saw his mother’s smile. One thing he had grown to like about this new world was that his mother, his new mother looked exactly like his birth mother from the previous life. They both also shared the same name; Lavina and shared the same heartwarming smile as Hayato had remembered from his childhood. Hayato had decided right on that moment that he would cherish her, not wasting even a single second to spend his time with her and make up for his lost childhood.

  Jyudaime would probably not mind if he was a bit late to find him right?