“Here, he's all yours.”
Midoriya looked up when Aizawa showed himself into the common room, surprised to see him hanging out in their dorm area. Usually when he showed up it was a sign that something horrific was going on, and no doubt someone was going to be in detention for a month.
“Aizawa-sensei?” he asked, frowning slightly. “What's wrong?”
His eyes slowly lowered as Aizawa shoved something at him, and he froze for a moment, before slowly setting his phone down and sliding off the couch to get closer.
“Deku? Finally, someone who will listen to me!”
Midoriya contemplated him briefly, already nodding stupidly as he examined the chubby cheeks and strangely adorable pout on his lips.
“Y-Yeah, I will! What do you need, Kacchan?”
“Tell them I don't wear stupid diapers, I'm not a baby.”
“I'm sure they know,” Midoriya laughed. “You probably told them very clearly, right?”
Bakugou huffed stubbornly, and Midoriya looked up at Aizawa in hopes of an explanation, surprised to see him holding Bakugou's phone out.
“He was smart enough to record the interaction, at least. He had the oh-so-brilliant idea of going to see the de-aging villain alone, without telling anyone from the school, to try and get information for his incident report.”
“Of course he did,” Midoriya sighed. “Is there anything interesting in the recording?”
“Well we learned that it doesn't take physical contact to activate. Otherwise, only that the Quirk lasts for up to two days, which we already knew, and the reason he was there. I'm assuming you don't want me to call his parents, seeing as I've met his mother, so consider it your turn to deal with... Whatever this is. Please try to keep him from disrupting classes, like he somehow did with you.”
“I'll do my best, Aizawa-sensei!”
“At least this one doesn't scream.”
With that he walked away, not bothering to even glance back at them, and Midoriya grinned when he looked down to Bakugou's pout again.
“Sorry Kacchan. How much do you know about this?”
“The weird guy told me in the car,” he huffed. “How did you get into U.A.?”
“My Quirk came late,” he lied easily. “I was almost five when I got it. Weird, huh?”
“I already told you I would protect you, you didn't need one. No Quirk you got was gonna be better than mine anyway. My wife doesn't need a Quirk with me around.”
“Mm... I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be your husband Kacchan.”
“No way, I'm the husband, so you gotta be the wife.”
With a fond smile, Midoriya nodded, unable to resist ruffling the soft blond spikes before him.
“You're right, sorry, I'm an idiot.”
“Well duh. It's fine, you have me to look after you. Do you know how lucky you are?”
“I do. Thank you, Kacchan. I'm super lucky and super grateful.”
People were starting to trickle into the common area as they caught wind of the discussion, and the moment Kirishima arrived the peace was broken.
“This is the best day of my life,” he grinned. “Heyyy! Do you remember me?”
“Who's the idiot?” Bakugou asked, pulling a face. “Do I know him, Deku?”
“Mm, good question,” Midoriya smirked. “Do you know him? Let me think.”
“Midoriya, bro, come on. Don't take this away from me. I'll be nice, I swear.”
“Oh! Now I remember!” Midoriya grinned. “This is Kirishima, he's one of our classmates! You and him are kind of friends, I guess.”
“Kind of?! Bakugou, you're my best friend!”
“He's not a very good liar,” Bakugou frowned. “Why does he want to trick me, Deku?”
“What do you mean?”
“My best friend wouldn't call me Bakugou,” he explained, as if the name tasted awful in his mouth. “No one calls me Bakugou. You can't even spell Bakugou, and you're gonna be my wife.”
“You're right,” Midoriya grinned, “I think Kirishima was just worried you'd be offended, since you didn't remember him, right Kirishima?”
“Right! Sorry Katsuki!”
Bakugou still looked at him disbelievingly, and in a flash Kaminari shoved him aside, beaming from ear to ear.
“Sorry about him, Kacchan, he just likes to tease! Do you remember me? I'm Denki!”
Bakugou turned to walk away, ignoring the laughter that erupted behind him, Kaminari staring after him with the most offended expression Midoriya had ever seen on him. Too late he realised he didn't know where he was going, and he pulled a face as he tried to quickly cover it, not willing to show weakness for even a moment.
“Deku! We're going to my room! Come on!”
Midoriya gave the group a sheepish smile as he hurried after the little legs, pointing him toward an elevator.
“Sorry guys,” he offered, “it's easier to just go along with him, it won't be for long.”
“He's a toddler,” Iida pointed out. “How much harm can he really do?”
Bakugou was finally settling down, surrounded by the familiar possessions. They had stopped by Midoriya's room to grab a few All Might toys, and now they sat together on Bakugou's bedroom floor, legs twisted aside to give them room to play. It was just like old times – Bakugou didn't even seem to notice that Midoriya had become twice his height and four times his age.
All of it was for nought, though, when they heard the knock on the door.
“Is it true?!” Uraraka squeaked, when Midoriya cracked the door open. “I need to see him!”
The gaggle of girls elbowed past him before he could stop it, ignoring his protests as Uraraka scooped the tiny Bakugou up from the floor excitedly.
With a resounding crash that rocked the building, Uraraka dropped the boy, clutching her face in her hands.
“-already has his Quirk,” Midoriya finished pointlessly. “Don't you remember I kept mine? Even if he'd been two years younger he'd probably still have had it.”
“That hurt,” Uraraka whined.
“Haven't you learned yet? You don't just pick up every toddler you see!”
Yaoyorozu was much more careful as she approached, smiling as she offered Bakugou a hand.
“You probably don't remember us, right? My name is Yaoyorozu Momo, this is Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, and Jirou Kyouka. Hagakure Tooru is behind them too, but her Quirk is invisibility.”
“Hi!” she waved a gloved hand. “I'm here!”
Bakugou scowled as he considered them, folding his tiny arms.
“Quirk,” Midoriya clarified, when Bakugou just waited pointedly.
“Oh! I can create things from my body!”
“What a dumb Quirk,” Bakugou grumbled, “you can't fight with that.”
“Kacchan! Be nice!”
“Next,” he said stubbornly, ignoring Midoriya's reproach. “Are any of you interesting?”
“Kacchan!” Midoriya cringed, “I'm so sorry, he was kind of an asshole.”
“I'm telling your Mom you swore,” Bakugou informed him, pointing an accusatory finger his way. “I'm not gonna marry you if you talk like that, it's not pretty.”
“Oh, you're still getting married?” Asui asked with a grin. “I'm glad.”
“Of course we're still getting married,” Bakugou scowled. “I've gotta protect the stupid nerd, I promised.”
“I appreciate it, Kacchan,” Midoriya assured him.
“What are you, anyway? Some kind of frog?”
“That's your whole Quirk? You're part frog?”
“Lame. What about you, round face?”
“And I thought older Bakugou was bad,” Uraraka sighed. “I make things float!”
“Seriously?” Bakugou sneered. “You make things float?”
“It's actually really cool, Kacchan! She removes gravity from an object and then she can send them hurtling back to the ground at will!”
“Still can't fight for real with it,” Bakugou argued. “Invisible is invisible. What about you?”
“Earphones,” Jirou shrugged, gesturing toward them. “music and sound and stuff.”
Just as Bakugou went to open his mouth, she grinned.
“And I whack people with them too.”
Bakugou snorted at that, but didn't complain for once, and Midoriya sighed at him as he sat back down with the figurines.
“I'm really sorry,” he said again softly. “He hadn't developed a verbal filter at that age.”
“Good to know our normal Bakugou is actually being nice, in some sense.” Uraraka sighed, “I actually thought we were almost friends.”
“You were! You are! Just... Not for a few more years.”
“Well, good luck, Midoriya!” Jirou said surprisingly cheerfully, showing herself out. “Have fun!”
It took him a moment to catch on, as the others followed her out, and he stumbled over his words for a moment.
“Really? I have to do it all myself?”
“He did it for you.” Uraraka pointed out.
“What can you make from your body?” Bakugou asked out of the blue, without even looking back. “Anything?”
“Do you want to be my friend?”
“Huh? S-Sure! Yes! Of course I do! Do you need something, Bakugou?”
“Ew,” he pulled a face. “My friends don't call me that, why do people keep doing that?”
“S-Sorry! K-Kat... Kacchan?”
He grunted his approval, and Yaoyorozu flooded red as the girls behind her cooed happily.
“The weird teacher,” Bakugou began, not looking up from his game of All-Might-Beats-Up-Household-Objects. “He got me these clothes and they're kind of gross, can you make clothes?”
“Sure! Would you like something in particular?”
“I need a school uniform, Deku said we have school tomorrow. And a Hero costume, you've probably seen mine, right? And... And a cool t-shirt, and some comfy pants, and a hoodie 'cause it's starting to get cold.”
Midoriya gave her an apologetic look, but Yaoyorozu only smiled warmly.
“Sure thing, K-Kacchan. I'll start on your uniforms, why don't you find an outfit in your closet that you like and I'll just make you a smaller copy?”
“Okay. Deku, lift me.”
“Why don't you let Uraraka show you how her Quirk works?”
“Pfft. Still too weak to lift me. Fine, show me, pink-face.”
Uraraka patted him on the back lightly, and immediately Bakugou was rising toward the ceiling, his eyes wide as he flailed a little to find his balance.
“I'm flying,” he said in disbelief. “Huh?”
“I told you, Kacchan. I make things float!”
“I guess it's alright,” Bakugou conceded, pulling open his closet door as he continued to float.
Midoriya took his hand lightly when he got to the right height, smiling when Bakugou glared at him.
“Can't I hold on to you, Kacchan? You promised to protect me.”
“Fine,” he sighed with exasperation. “I guess you can, but give me my hands in case I have to fight for you. Hold my shirt like you always do.”
“Okay, thank you.”
He gripped the back of Bakugou's shirt lightly, holding him in place as he flipped through hangers, grinning at a few of the things he came across.
“This one!” he announced, throwing some kind of intricate skulls-and-dragons shirt at the bed that Midoriya was pretty sure Bakugou had never actually worn. “Aaaaaaand this one, it looks soft.”
He threw a jacket at the bed, and Midoriya slowly lowered him toward the ground before Uraraka released her Quirk.
“I guess you're kind of useful sometimes, floaty.” Bakugou conceded, as he pulled some soft sweatpants from a drawer. “You gotta learn to fight real good with your fists though.”
“Thanks for the advice, Kacchan!”
Uraraka caught on quickly, it seemed.
Yaoyorozu was almost finished producing clothing, stacking it neatly on the edge of the bed, and she smiled as she finished off by reproducing the tacky shirt and fluffy hoodie.
“There you go, Kacchan! I hope they're all to your satisfaction!”
“They look fine,” he nodded. “Maybe I'll call you sometimes when I need things to fight with.”
“I'll be happy to help!”
“Do you think you could do me a favour, too, before I leave?” Uraraka requested, taking a step forward boldly. “I'm sorry for picking you up without asking, before.”
“Whatever. What do you need? Is someone picking on you? I don't like people who pick on girls.”
“No, no, nothing like that, thank you though! I just wondered if I could touch your hair.”
“My hair? Why?”
“Because it looks so nice and shiny, I wanted to see if it's soft.”
“Weird idiot,” Bakugou huffed, folding his arms again and looking away. “Fine, but only for a second.”
Midoriya watched fondly as she ruffled the blond locks. He knew all too well how silky Bakugou's hair was, despite its appearance, and Uraraka's eyes lit up when she learned the secret.
“Wow, Kacchan! You have such amazing hair, thank you!”
“Whatever, weirdo. Deku, what are you making me for dinner?”
“Am I making you dinner?”
“You're meant to be my wife, aren't you?”
The girls bristled a little and Midoriya gave them another apologetic smile, waving his hands a little frantically as he tried to come up with the words to explain. Bakugou was already distracted by the figurines again, lining them up neatly, and didn't seem to notice the looks being shot his way.
“It's that or I gotta cook for you, right? But I'm not allowed to use the stove, you're big so you're probably allowed. One of us always has to cook because...”
“You know, like parents do.”
Bakugou sneered, shaking his head stubbornly.
“No way. Because that's what husbands and wives do. They cook for each other and take the garbage out when it's smelly and get rid of scary bugs.”
“Pretty sure that's love, Kacchan.”
The girls seemed to have softened a little, so Midoriya took the opportunity to wave goodbye and usher them out the door, sighing with relief as he sank back to the carpet. Bakugou looked up at him expectantly, still waiting for an answer, and after a moment Midoriya smiled.
“Okay, what do you want for dinner?”
“Yeah, I figured. Anything in particular, though?”
“Whatever you can cook without making me sick.”
“Ouch. Okay, got it. Let's go downstairs and you can watch me cook in case I do anything bad.”
Thankfully their classmates gave them a wider berth, returning to their own lives as Midoriya set Bakugou on the counter and gave him some eggs to crack. He did his task meticulously, as always, not spilling a single piece of shell into the bowl, and began to beat them up when Midoriya handed him a pair of chopsticks.
It didn't take long for them to get some food together, Bakugou's plate seasoned liberally with his jar of spices from the pantry, labelled with a skull and crossbones logo after one of Kaminari's funnier kitchen mishaps.
Bakugou pushed vegetables stubbornly around his plate when they began to eat, ignoring the myriad of eyes gathered to watch them in the kitchen. He pouted when Midoriya gave him a look, and Midoriya reached over to poke a piece of broccoli at his lips lightly.
“Eat up, Kacchan. Gotta get big and strong for when you're the number one hero, right?”
“I don't want vegetables. I can get strong without them.”
“Hmm... I guess I won't eat mine, either, then.”
He shoved them aside on his plate, biting at a piece of meat instead, and Bakugou huffed at him stubbornly.
“You gotta eat yours, stupid Deku. They're healthy.”
“But if Kacchan doesn't eat his, I don't need to eat mine.”
“You do! They're good for you!”
“Then so do you, right?”
“Ugh,” Bakugou stabbed a carrot with a vengeance. “You always gotta copy me, don't you?”
“Kacchan is the most amazing person I know, I want to be just like him!”
“I know,” he mumbled, shoving a couple of beans in his mouth. “Eat your stupid vegetables, Deku.”
He matched Bakugou bite for bite, making sure the wary eyes couldn't catch him finishing and immediately stop, and soon enough Bakugou was swallowing his last pea.
“See stupid Deku? It's not that hard.”
“Thanks Kacchan, you were right as always!”
“It's easier to just pander,” Uraraka was whispering, off to one side. “He's even more stubborn than he used to be. Or, is now. In the future? You know what I mean.”
As soon as they finished eating, Bakugou's friends were ready to pounce, buzzing with excitement.
“Kacchan!” Ashido said excitedly. “I'm back! I missed you! Do you remember me, sweetie?”
“No, but I'm gonna blow you up if you call me that again,” he said flatly.
“But Kacchan, you've been my boyfriend since middle school!”
“You're a bad liar,” Bakugou screwed up his face. “I promised to marry Deku, I can't date anyone else, stupid.”
“I told you!” Kirishima grinned triumphantly. “The engagement is still intact!”
“What do you want, stupid-hair?” Bakugou grumbled. “You lied to me too.”
“I didn't lie! I'm your best friend! I just, uh, I always called you Katsuki because it was special, yeah? Because I'm your best friend, so it was just me! Everyone else calls you Kacchan but that's boring y'know?”
Bakugou contemplated it, staring him down, but Kirishima met his gaze with smiles and openness.
“Fine,” he conceded. “I don't get it cos Katsuki sounds lame but fine. What do we do for fun at night?”
“Tonight we thought we'd watch a scary movie and eat lots of toasted marshmallows!”
“Hmm... Okay, I'll do that. You're not allowed to laugh at Deku when he gets scared though.”
“Of course not, I would never!”
“I'll look after you,” Bakugou promised, reaching for Midoriya's hand. “You can do it.”
“Thanks, Kacchan, I appreciate it.” Midoriya struggled to keep his laughter contained, tried to make his nodding look sincere. “I just gotta wash the dishes first. You know, be a good wife and all.”
“I guess I can help,” Bakugou sighed. “I'll dry them.”
“Sounds good! Thanks Kacchan!”
He hoisted the boy up onto the bench and sat him down with a tea towel as he began to fill the sink. Bakugou's friends joined them to help out, forming an efficient chain that ended with Ashido and Kirishima hurriedly putting things back in cupboards.
“Done!” she announced happily, as she closed the last door. “Movie time!”
Bakugou slid down and grabbed at Midoriya's hand, dragging him through to the living room area and climbing onto a sofa. The television was already on and ready, and Midoriya had a sick feeling that Bakugou's supposed-friends just wanted to see Bakugou jump or scream or cry. The joke was on them, though. Bakugou would never. Not as long as he needed to protect his Deku.
They got about halfway through the movie before Bakugou tensed up, and Midoriya shifted a little when Bakugou crawled into his lap, reaching for the hem of the blanket and pulling it up to his nose.
“I don't want you to be scared,” he explained stubbornly. “You can hold on to me, okay?”
He wound his arms lightly around Bakugou's waist and felt the boy sink in to him, getting comfortable on Midoriya's thighs. Every jumpscare made him tense in a hurry, squeezing at the blanket, and after a few more minutes Midoriya reached for his hand.
“Can I hold it?” he whispered.
“Y-Yeah, if you have to, stupid Deku,” he stuttered, clutching at Midoriya's strong fingers with both his fists. “I gotta protect you, after all.”
He stuffed another handful of marshmallows in his mouth when the scary parts died down again, his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster to hold them all, and Midoriya couldn't help but poke at one lightly.
“Quit it,” he complained through a mouthful. “M'eating.”
Ashido looked back at them and quickly stifled a giggle of her own, nudging the boys to look and subtly snapping a photo of Bakugou the marshmallow monster.
By the time the movie ended Bakugou was half asleep in Midoriya's lap, his head flopped back against a firm chest, his eyes barely open.
“What did you think, Kacchan?” Kaminari asked with a hint of teasing. “Scary, right?”
“Nope,” Bakugou yawned. “Not scary.”
“Not at all?”
“I'm not Deku, stupid. I'm not scared of anything.”
“Good to know,” Ashido grinned. “So you're not gonna be scared alone in your bedroom in the dark where one of those monsters could crawl out of your mirror at any second and creep under your blankets and-”
“And I blast them in the stupid face because I have a Quirk I can actually fight with,” Bakugou pointed out stubbornly. “What can you do?”
“Me? I make acid from my hands.”
Bakugou froze for a moment, staring at her with wide eyes, and Midoriya grinned.
“Uh-huh! Like this!”
She picked up an old magazine from the coffee table, immediately eating her way through it, and for a moment Midoriya saw Bakugou's eyes shine.
“That's way more useful than the other girls,” he declared, trying to keep his voice impassive. “I guess that's why I let you be my friend, huh?”
“And I make electricity,” Denki informed him excitedly, lighting sparks up in his hands. “To shock people.”
“And I can make my skin harder. Like a shield, or to make my punches extra strong.”
“Hmm... I guess I picked better friends than stupid Deku did. All they wanted to do was pick me up and touch my hair, not watch cool movies and actually fight like real heroes.”
“You let them touch your hair?”
“It's just hair,” he grimaced. “What's the big deal?”
“Can I, too?” Ashido requested. “Just a little?”
“It's soft, I already know,” he grumbled, sitting up a little. “Fine, make it fast though.”
She ruffled his spikes with both hands, practically squealing over it, and Bakugou's cheeks burned red as the guys laughed at him fondly.
“Thanks, Kacchan! You're right, it's super soft!”
“I know how to take care of myself,” he grumbled. “Not like stupid Deku.”
He reached up to Midoriya's curls pointedly, pulling a face as he tugged at them.
“You need to learn to comb your hair!”
“I try, Kacchan! It just doesn't stay that way!”
“Do I have to do everything myself around here?”
“Does your Mom say that line a lot?” Midoriya asked, as the others stifled their giggles.
“No stupid, my Dad does. Mom doesn't do anything. Now come on, it's past your bedtime, and you still gotta take a bath.”
“Okay Kacchan, you're right, we should get ready for bed.”
He smiled when Bakugou said his goodnights to his friends without prompting or hinting, then waved back at them faintly as they finally let the dams burst on their giggles.
“I told you, Kacchan, it doesn't go,” Midoriya sighed fondly, as Bakugou tugged at his hair. “You're just lucky, you got nice hair.”
“I gotta learn,” Bakugou said stubbornly. “I want you to look nice when we get married.”
“I'll figure something out, don't worry.”
He still continued dragging the comb through Midoriya's damp hair, making sure it was at least tangle-free even if he couldn't make it neat, and Midoriya smiled softly as he let his eyes sink closed.
“Are you falling asleep already?”
“No, I'm just comfy,” he assured the boy softly. “Hey, do you think you could sleep here with me tonight?”
“In case you have nightmares about the monsters?”
“I knew you were scared, stupid Deku,” he scoffed. “Fine, I guess I gotta stay then.”
“I'm not scared, Kacchan, I know you would never let a monster hurt me.”
Satisfied with his work, Bakugou set the comb down and dragged Midoriya onto the bed, bundling him up in a duvet and reaching for a book from the bedside table.
“Get comfy, Deku, so I can read you your bedtime story.”
“You're gonna read to me?”
“Duh. Your Mom isn't here, who else is gonna?”
“Okay,” Midoriya hid his grin beneath the blankets, snuggling in and tucking them up over Bakugou's lap. “What are you gonna read to me, Kacchan?”
“I'm gonna find you a hero story.”
He flicked through pages of the history textbook, searching for familiar names and words among the kanji, and Midoriya gestured for the book.
“I saw one I want to hear, Kacchan.”
“Okay, you can pick.”
He flipped until he found the case studies section, picking out one that looked particularly easy to read, and pointed it out as he handed the book back.
“Can you read me this one, Kacchan? The title says it's about the first heroes, right?”
“Mm... Yeah, you're right, it does,” he agreed after careful consideration, identifying the most complicated of the kanji. “Okay, I can read you this if you want.”
He curled up beside Midoriya with the book, reading the article carefully, and Midoriya smiled softly as he stroked Bakugou's back just the way he'd always liked it. Bakugou practically began to purr under his touch, didn't bother to object, just relaxed a little as he continued to read. It wasn't until around halfway through that he began to lag, his eyelids sinking lower.
“But then after around twenty ye-” Bakugou paused to yawn, rubbing at his eyes. “Twenty years, it seemed...”
Midoriya closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, Bakugou making it through one more sentence before he glanced over and saw, yawning again.
“Are you asleep already?”
Midoriya remained silent.
“Dumb Deku,” Bakugou said fondly. “Should have told me you were tired.”
He set the book aside and turned out the light, curling into Midoriya's loose grip comfortably.
“Goodnight Deku,” he said quietly, planting a kiss on Midoriya's forehead. “Sweet dreams.”
Midoriya woke up with tiny Bakugou curled in his arms, fists clutching at Midoriya's baggy t-shirt, a damp patch forming where the boy had drooled during the night. With a smile he held on a little tighter, snuggling in to snooze a little longer while he waited for the alarm to go off. The sun was just beginning to rise through the crack in the curtains, and normally Midoriya would be up finishing homework or going for a run, but today... Today this was far more appealing.
“Good morning,” he said softly, when Bakugou's long eyelashes fluttered open. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mm-hm,” he mumbled, yawning and freeing a hand from the soft cotton to rub at his eyes. “Is it time for school?”
“Not yet, you've got a little longer.”
“Mmkay. I'll stay here with you, then.”
He rubbed his cheek lightly against Midoriya's chest, up and down over his sternum, but Midoriya didn't catch on until a tiny hand drifted down to his stomach.
“Are you checking me out, Kacchan?”
“It's okay. I got a bit stronger as I grew up. I wanted to try and keep up with you.”
“Does Big-Kacchan still look after you?” Bakugou's voice was barely a whisper.
“Huh? Of course!”
“Why were your friends surprised?”
“Oh. Um... You know how your Dad says you should think more about what you say before you say it?”
“You got a little better at it, but you're still... Well, Kacchan is Kacchan, right? No matter how old you get, you still say what you think.”
“Be honest, stupid Deku. I know there's stuff you're not saying.”
“Sometimes you come across as a little mean to people. I know you better than that, but the others don't, not really.”
“I was mean to you?”
Bakugou looked up at him with wide eyes, genuinely shocked by the words, and Midoriya quickly shook his head.
“Well, maybe a little, sometimes, but it was a long time ago! I promise, Kacchan, we're good! We train together a lot, and you give me notes on my fighting and how I can get better, and you're always there to keep me safe.”
“Of course I am, stupid. A husband has to look after his wife.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.”
“You just gotta keep being good. No screaming. You don't do that anymore, right?”
“Nuh-uh. Not since Kacchan said he wouldn't marry me if I screamed.”
Midoriya couldn't quite hold his laughter back, but thankfully Bakugou didn't seem to mind, shifting a little to lean his cheek against Midoriya's shoulder.
“And you got strong?”
“Uh-huh. But not as strong as you.”
“Obviously,” Bakugou scoffed. “But stronger than the rest of them, right?”
“They're all really strong, Kacchan. I know some of their Quirks sound silly, but they're actually all really amazing.”
Bakugou hummed in contemplation, and Midoriya stroked his back lightly, smiling as he softened into the touch. He didn't get these moments anymore, didn't get to touch Bakugou like this. They'd been a little closer, since Midoriya's own adventure as a toddler – there had been a lot of marriage jokes thrown around, a lot of reminders to “be good and not scream”, but still, physically, they'd kept their distance. Considering some of the photos his friends had shown him, it felt like a strange loss, even if he didn't remember any of it.
“You're mumbling,” Bakugou pointed out.
“We don't cuddle anymore?”
“You mumbled something about being distant. We don't cuddle?”
“N-No, you, um... You decided you were too old to cuddle.”
“Stupid Kacchan,” he mumbled, sighing into Midoriya's neck. “You'll get scared and sad if I don't cuddle you, why isn't he protecting you properly?”
“He doesn't,” Bakugou cut him off stubbornly. “You all keep saying it. I'm grumpy and mean and don't let people touch me. I heard them whispering, stupid Deku.”
“I'm sorry,” Midoriya hugged him tightly, ignoring the stray tears that fought their way through his iron will. “I won't lie to you, I promise.”
“Why don't people like me?”
“Everyone likes you. You're adorable.”
“The other me.”
“I know it must seem weird, since you're used to having a bunch of friends,” Midoriya acknowledged. “But you chose it, Kacchan. You chose the people you wanted to let in and the people you didn't want to bother with. None of our classmates hate you, I swear. Some of them even helped to rescue you when...”
“You said you wouldn't lie Deku! Why did I need rescuing?!”
“Some of the villains liked you too, and wanted you to be their friend instead. We came and helped take you away. Because people were worried about you, they wanted to help.”
“Hmm... I guess that's okay. I should have blown up the villains though.”
“You fought super well,” Midoriya smiled softly. “Don't worry, you were amazing, like always.”
“So people still like me? Even though they said I'm mean?”
“Yeah, you're our loveable grouch.”
“You know who likes you the most, though?”
He pulled Bakugou in, nuzzling his ticklish neck and kissing his cheeks repeatedly, amused when the little giggles sneaked out of him despite the blush they caused.
“Dekuuuuu,” he whined, with no real conviction behind it. “Cut it out, stupid!”
Tiny arms looped around his neck, tucking himself under Midoriya's chin out of range of the kisses, and Midoriya hugged him back just as tight.
“You know who likes you second best?”
“Mm... Probably stupid-hair.”
“Maybe, it's a pretty close call.”
Bakugou froze at the sound of his idol's name, slowly pushing himself back to hunt for teasing or lying in Midoriya's face.
“All Might likes me?”
“You wanna meet him?”
“Let's start getting ready for school,” Midoriya grinned. “I'll take you to meet him before class.”
“You're the best, Deku! I won't call you stupid ever again!”
“Ever again until tomorrow, right?”
“Okay,” Midoriya laughed, sitting up reluctantly. “Let's go, then.”
“You can carry me,” Bakugou mumbled, tugging at Midoriya's pant leg as he looked around warily at the stares aimed their way. “I'll let you.”
“You want me to carry you?”
“That's not what I said!”
“Okay, okay,” Midoriya grinned, hauling him up to rest on one hip. “Sorry, I didn't hear you properly.”
He held Bakugou carefully as they made their way through the halls, his free hand knocking lightly on an office door, while a tiny grip clutched tighter at his shirt.
“It's me, Midoriya,” he called. “Can I come in?”
“One moment, Midoriya my boy!”
Bakugou's eyes widened at the sound of the voice, and Midoriya laughed at him fondly. He had sent a quick text to All Might on his way in, briefly explaining the situation so the man would have a chance to slip into his muscle form. He felt a little bad for asking, but they wouldn't linger for long, and he knew All Might didn't mind the request.
“Aha! Good morning, young Midoriya! Young Bakugou!”
When the door slid open and the words came from his lips, Bakugou started to tremble. He put up a valiant effort, trying to pretend he wasn't excited and nervous and confused all at the same time, but Midoriya and All Might could both see right through him.
“I suppose you don't remember me, do you, my boy? My name is All Might, I've been teaching your heroics classes since you started school here!”
“I-It's nice to m-meet you, All Might,” Bakugou squeaked, cringing at the sound of his own voice. “S-Sorry, I, um-”
“No need to apologise! It must be hard to get used to being in a smaller body again!”
Midoriya smiled at the easy out All Might offered him, Bakugou nodding along in a hurry, and when All Might took a step back Midoriya followed him into the office.
“I hope you've been keeping out of trouble, young Bakugou! Not causing any trouble for our Midoriya, are you?”
“N-No! Of course not! I protect him always!”
“Kacchan is the best protector,” Midoriya grinned, setting him down on the couch and ruffling his messy spikes. “He always takes care of me, always did.”
“That's good to hear!” All Might managed to keep his surprise hidden, and Midoriya wondered when he became such a skillful actor. “It's a hero's job to protect people, after all.”
“Especially people who can't protect themselves,” Bakugou agreed. “Deku is useless so I had to make sure he didn't get hurt. Oh. Uh... I guess maybe you're a little less useless now? You said you got strong.”
“I'm still nothing compared to you,” Midoriya grinned. “I still need you to keep protecting me, okay?”
“Duh!” Bakugou scoffed, folding his chubby arms. “A husband always protects his wife, I keep telling you!”
All Might disguised his laughter as a spluttering cough, and thankfully Bakugou seemed to fall for it.
“I'm glad you think so,” All Might nodded once. “Protecting people is very important, after all.”
“Uh-huh! You can't win if you don't protect people! If people get hurt then even if you beat the guy you still lost the fight. And heroes always win, so I can't let people get hurt or I'm not being a hero!”
“That's exactly right, young Bakugou! I didn't expect you to retain so much of your intelligence when the Quirk hit you!”
“You think I'm intelligent?”
“Of course I do!”
Bakugou's face burned as red as his eyes, and Midoriya grinned as he patted a tiny shoulder fondly.
“You're one of the top students in our class, Kacchan. You always get the best grades!”
“Of course I do!” Bakugou said smugly, lifting his chin with a newfound confidence. “Like I would let anyone beat me!”
“Speaking of which, we'd better head to class,” Midoriya said apologetically, glancing at the clock. “We'll see you after lunch, All Might! Have a good morning!”
“Have a good morning,” Bakugou echoed. “It was nice to meet you. Um, again, I guess.”
“You too, Bakugou my boy! I'll see you in Heroics class!”
The moment the door closed behind them, Bakugou was burying his face in Midoriya's pant leg, a quiet, drawn out whine coming from his lips, and Midoriya grinned as he laid his hand lightly on blond hair.
“It's okay, Kacchan. I was nervous too, when it happened to me.”
“Mm... You got turned little too, right?”
“Mm-hm, and you took care of me, like any good hero or husband would.”
“It must have been hard to take care of you in a hero school,” Bakugou mumbled. “The useless Deku, I mean.”
“Yeah, everyone says I was a nightmare,” Midoriya agreed. “I screamed a bunch, and I wouldn't let anyone else near me, I only stayed with you.”
“I bet he... um... I? Didn't mind. He's... I'm used to protecting you, even when you're a pain.”
“People said you were super nice to me, you carried me around with you and made sure I was happy and comfy all the time, and you got me juice boxes.”
Bakugou watched as Midoriya slid the massive door open, waving him inside before he closed it again behind them. He showed Bakugou to their seats, helping him unpack his bag, and stifled a laugh when Bakugou could barely see over the desktop.
“Here, let me!” Yaoyorozu insisted quickly, when Bakugou got the familiar annoyed look on his face. “I'll make you a big cushion, give me a moment.”
She lifted the hem of her shirt to produce it from her stomach, and Bakugou watched with fascination as the thick, firm pillow began to slip from her body.
“I guess it's kinda cool,” Bakugou conceded as thanks, blushing faintly as she positioned it on his chair carefully. “Your Quirk, I mean.”
He clambered back into his seat, this time propped up high enough to reach his books, and Midoriya made sure everything he would need from his bag lay within reach of his tiny hands.
He smiled when Uraraka approached them, throwing her arms around his waist, but a resounding boom wiped it away in a hurry, reaching uselessly as Uraraka flew across the room. She slapped herself with her own Quirk to avoid the impact, and immediately Midoriya's eyes went to Bakugou in front of him, with a dark look on his face and his hand still outstretched.
“Don't touch him, stupid-head!” he demanded, the room falling silent as they watched. “Don't you know anything?!”
“W-What?” she stuttered out, too surprised to worry about the burn marks on her shirt that thankfully didn't reach her skin.
“Deku doesn't like being touched! You gotta ask him if you wanna hug him! Don't you know anything about consent?!”
Uraraka's mouth fluttered open and closed like a bad impression of a goldfish, and after a moment Midoriya laid his hand on Bakugou's head gently.
“Thanks Kacchan. She did ask, though. She knows.”
“She, um... She sent me a text! She always texts before she comes in, to ask if it's a bad day for touching or not!”
“Oh,” Bakugou contemplated, screwing up his face. “You didn't tell me.”
“I know, I'm sorry, I should have. Everyone here knows, for the record. They all ask me first. It's okay.”
“Is there something you think you should say? To Uraraka?”
“Why?” he pouted. “I aimed for her clothes and I didn't blast her that hard, she told me she could make stuff float, it was never gonna hurt her.”
“Your explosions still hurt even if they don't burn or make you hit something, Kacchan.”
“Oh. Hmm... Fine, I'm sorry, I guess. You're supposed to be a hero though, that shouldn't have been enough to hurt.”
“I'm okay,” Uraraka laughed awkwardly. “It only hurt a little bit. Thanks for not aiming for my face this time. And for not using your whole strength.”
“I wouldn't be much of a hero if I killed you just for a hug,” Bakugou mumbled, climbing back into his chair. “You gotta do worse than that.”
“Wow, tiny Ba- Kacchan has some self awareness!” Kaminari declared. “Good job, tiny Kacchan!”
“I'm not tiny,” he pouted. “Don't be a stupid-head.”
“Sorry, Kacchan! Didn't mean to offend!”
Bakugou busied himself with flicking through his notebook, looking over the neat lines of his older self's handwriting, organised carefully into sections and chapters and dates. After a moment of contemplation he replaced it with a piece of loose paper, pushing his book aside, and Midoriya eyed him for a long moment.
“Everything okay, Kacchan?”
“I'll be mad if I mess it up,” he explained quietly. “I should make my notes separate and then I can put them in the book when I'm big again.”
“That's a really smart idea, Kacchan. Well done.”
Considering he hadn't even started school yet, Midoriya wasn't quite sure how useful the notes would be anyway – or if he'd even understand half the words spoken to them – but he knew Bakugou would do his best, at any rate. Maybe he'd be extra attentive himself today, make enough notes to give a copy to Bakugou – big Bakugou – at a later date.
The bell rang to start class and everyone quieted down immediately, Bakugou paying more attention than Midoriya had ever seen when their first teacher walked in.
Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.
After their sleepy morning chat, Midoriya thought maybe Bakugou would be a little nicer to their friends in class.
He was mistaken.
“What do you mean I can't join in?!” he snarled. “That's not fair!”
“Kacchan, calm down,” Midoriya said in a hushed voice. “I didn't get to either, but if you're good, you'll get to watch.”
“I don't want to watch!” Bakugou fumed. “I want to fight and practice and learn stuff! What's the big deal?! He's the same size as me and he gets to fight!”
He pointed a stubborn finger Mineta's way, and Midoriya had to stifle a laugh. Some of their classmates weren't so kind, their laughter ringing out across the training grounds, and with a long sigh All Might conceded a nod.
“Fine, I suppose you can be Mineta's partner, then. We're only sparring today, it can't do much harm.”
“I knew you would get it, All Might!” Bakugou praised with a grin. “A hero has to get all the practice they can!”
“You're very right,” All Might smiled softly. “I'm sorry we doubted you, young Bakugou.”
“You can call me Kacchan too, you know. It's not just my friends who do, and you can be my friend anyway if you want.” Bakugou tied his tiny mask on carefully, and Midoriya clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from squeaking at the cuteness. “What's purple midget's Quirk, Deku?”
“His name is Mineta,” he pointed out, knowing it would be futile anyway. “The balls on his head are sticky, he can pull them off and throw them and stuff.”
“Is that all?” Bakugou scoffed. “What a dumb Quirk, how are you meant to fight people with that?”
“Well, he can trap people in place,” Midoriya offered. “Or tie people together with them, or climb buildings with them, or-”
“That's not fighting,” Bakugou sneered, taking up a fighting pose far too reminiscent of All Might's for their classmates not to notice. “Come on, ball-head, fight me.”
“He's four years old,” Mineta scoffed, when Kaminari leaned over to whisper a warning at him. “What harm can he do?”
Midoriya had been about to warn Bakugou to be gentle, but with those words he changed his mind, instead crouching down to whisper in his ear.
“Sometimes he's really gross to the girls. He tries to peek in their changing room.”
“What?!” Bakugou demanded, whirling around to see Midoriya's dead-serious face. “You're not joking?! How is he meant to be a hero?!”
“He'll grow out of it one day.”
“I'll beat it out of him today.”
“Go for it, Kacchan. You'll make the girls very happy.”
Other than a few more pairs picked to go first, the rest of the class backed away to give them space, watching as most of them fell serious, but Bakugou just seemed to grow more angry.
“Remember this is just a practice spar,” All Might reminded them in his booming voice. “There's no need to genuinely injure anyone! Take your marks, and three, two, one, begin!”
The moment the word left his lips, Bakugou launched himself forward, slamming a hand straight into Mineta's face and blasting him with everything he had. Thankfully, or maybe unfortunately, his power levels were much lower than his modern-day fighting, because Mineta had no time to defend himself, no time to react other than letting out a loud squawk of pain as he hit the ground.
“Do you give up?!” Bakugou demanded.
He switched hands and in an instant Mineta's hands were in the air, signalling his surrender. Bakugou didn't back off right away, and just as Midoriya opened his mouth to call out, he saw Bakugou's lips move.
“If you do that gross stuff when I'm big, you're gonna die.”
He climbed back to his feet, leaving Mineta in the dust as the other pairs continued to fight, and walked straight up to All Might with an unexpected confidence in his eyes.
“All Might, can I fight an actual hero next?”
“Ah... S-Sure, young Ba- Kacchan. I think that can be arranged.”
Midoriya settled Bakugou on a fence to watch, letting him slump back against his chest, and stroked spiky hair lightly as the final group got ready to fight.
“What do you think, Kacchan?”
“Most of them have been boring, but I had fun fighting.”
“I'm glad. What did you think of Todoroki-kun?”
“Fire and ice.”
“Oh. His Quirk is cool, but not as cool as mine.”
“Yeah, that's what I figured,” Midoriya smiled, leaning his chin on Bakugou's head and his elbows on the railing, shrouding Bakugou in his body heat when he began to shiver. “You'd get real annoyed fighting him, right?”
“I can take him right now!”
“I didn't mean it like that. It would just be a frustrating fight.”
Bakugou considered it for a moment, then nodded once, eyes roaming as their classmates began to move.
“He would keep me far away,” Bakugou acknowledged. “I'd have to just blow him up, I wouldn't get to punch him and stuff.”
“I could do it.”
“Obviously,” Midoriya teased, getting a knowing glare in return.
Midoriya pointed to where Kirishima and Shouji were setting up to fight, smiling into the soft blond locks.
“This should be good,” he explained. “Maybe watch them.”
Todoroki took a few steps closer, pausing to consider them, then joining them anyway.
“Good work today, Midoriya,” he said in his typically flat voice. “You've improved this term.”
With a look on his face that Midoriya couldn't quite read, Bakugou shifted himself closer to Midoriya's warmth, reaching up to tangle his fingers in green fabric. When Todoroki nodded at him briefly, he conceded one in return, but still his grip stayed firm on Midoriya's costume.
“You did well too, Bakugou,” Todoroki acknowledged. “I wasn't expecting you to keep up, being small.”
“Of course I did,” Bakugou scoffed. “Like I wouldn't.”
Midoriya and Todoroki exchanged tiny smiles over his head, recalling a thousand pulled punches and slowed motions over the course of the afternoon, but neither of them said a word of it as Bakugou watched the fights critically.
When the class was dismissed Bakugou insisted on walking on his own, a little slower than usual and more prone to stumbling on rough ground, but determined all the same. It only took one ridge in the concrete path for it to come crashing down, as Bakugou hit the ground heavily, spitting nonsensical words that Midoriya recalled hearing a lot before Bakugou learned to swear.
“Oh my God, Kacchan!” Uraraka yelped.
“Don't,” Midoriya cut in quickly, one hand keeping her back, another warning Kirishima to halt his path. It took him a moment, but he managed to choke out a laugh that sounded almost genuine. “Come on, Kacchan, don't be silly.”
There was a pause for a moment, silence, then Bakugou stumbled to his feet with an awkward smile.
“Yeah,” he laughed, “I'm coming.”
He brushed dust from his pants and wiped blood from a scraped elbow on his shirt, then continued walking as if nothing had ever happened. Midoriya let out a sigh of relief, despite the looks of concern he got from their friends, and his smile was a little more genuine when he looked back at them.
“He'll hate you for the rest of his life if he thinks you're pitying him.”
“By helping him up?!”
Bakugou looked back as they finally began to follow him again, Kirishima still looking oddly nervous about the whole situation, though Uraraka seemed to understand a little.
“Your Quirk,” he began, a little apprehensive. “It's kind of strong.”
“Thanks, Kacchan,” Kirishima laughed.
“You seem decent,” he continued. “You can join my hero agency.”
Kirishima gaped at him, and Bakugou frowned a little when he saw the jaw drop.
“I'm honoured,” Kirishima stumbled out. “Thank you, Katsuki. Oh, uh, Kacchan.”
“It's fine,” he shrugged. “You can call me whatever.”
“Oh my God,” Kirishima choked out in a hushed tone. “He actually likes me.”
“Duh,” Uraraka and Midoriya chorussed, exchanging a quick grin with it.
“He likes me!”
Bakugou giggled as Midoriya threw him at the duvet, squirming away only to be held in place by Midoriya's strong hand.
“Deku, stop!” he laughed, as Midoriya began to roll him across the floor. “Cut it out!”
As he rolled, the blanket gathered around him, trapping him in a burrito of fluffy white material that seemed to smother him in giggles too.
“Bedtime for Kacchan!”
“Time to sleeeeeep.”
He scooped the burrito into his arms, holding it tight, and Bakugou squirmed against his grip.
“I wanna stay here, Deku! I wanna watch TV with you guys!”
“It's just silly TV, you never like it anyway!”
“But I wanna stay!”
Midoriya paused for a moment to look at the sullen expression on the tiny face, tilting his head a little as he contemplated.
“You don't want to be alone?”
“I'm not scared!”
“I didn't say you were.”
Bakugou looked away, his lower lip jutting out, and Midoriya pulled at it lightly.
“It's over tonight, right?”
Midoriya caught on quickly, his face falling.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Forty-eight hours is up sometime early tomorrow. You'll probably be back to normal by the time you wake up.”
“Then I want to stay. As long as I can.”
“Okay,” Midoriya nodded understandingly. “You can stay.”
He kept Bakugou bundled in the blankets, but took him through to where their friends were watching some movie on the sofa, smiling when they squished over to make room for Midoriya to sit. He flopped down and held Bakugou tight in his lap, still bundled in his blanket, his eyelids still drooping as he leaned against Midoriya's chest.
“Did you have a fun day, Kacchan?” Yaoyorozu asked gently.
“Uh-huh,” he nodded faintly, rolling his head to the side to look at her. “Fighting was fun.”
One by one people began to drift off to their bedrooms with yawns and apologies, but still Bakugou demanded to stay, doing his best to keep his eyes open the whole way through.
“Hey,” he interrupted, when Todoroki started to excuse himself. “Be my friend, okay?”
“Tomorrow, I mean,” Bakugou explained, ignoring the gapes pointed his way. “When... You know.”
“Okay,” Todoroki agreed with a small nod. “I'll do my best.”
“Do you think I'll make it hard?”
For the first time Midoriya could ever recall, a smirk crossed Todoroki's lips.
Midoriya woke up to yelling and swearing, running a hand through his hair with a groan as he sat up. He'd fallen asleep on the couch at some point in the night, and as he rubbed at sleepy eyes, he spotted a big white duvet discarded on the floor in front of him.
“Kacchan?” he called tiredly. “What's going on?”
He stumbled to his feet and through to the kitchen, to where Ashido and Kirishima were exchanging conspiring looks while sparks burst in Bakugou's hands.
“Oh, you're big,” Midoriya said dumbly, eyeing him over. “You should probably put some clothes on, those shorts are, uh, they've seen better days.”
“You shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demanded, turning on him for the briefest of moments to glare, before his eyes went straight back to Kirishima. “Fucking delete it.”
“No way dude.”
Kaminari's face lit up when he stepped through the doorway and saw Bakugou looking back at him, but the moment he opened his mouth, Bakugou slammed a sizzling hand over it.
“If you dare call me that stupid nickname I'm going to blast you into so many pieces that even a time-reversal Quirk can't fix you.”
“You remember what happened?!” Kaminari squawked.
“No, idiot, but I'm not fuckin' stupid.”
Midoriya couldn't quite hold back his laughter, a giggle escaping him, and suddenly Kaminari was forgotten, the hand fisting in Midoriya's shirt and slamming him to a wall.
“And you,” he scowled. “What shitty stuff did you do to me, nerd-ass?”
“Nothing! I wouldn't! Not after you took care of me!”
“He was really good, Bakugou,” Kirishima confirmed. “He tried to stop the rest of us giving you shit.”
“It's true,” Ashido conceded with a hint of reluctance. “We tried to get all sorts of embarrassing videos and he shut it down every time.”
“I didn't do anything,” Midoriya shrugged. “You took care of yourself, I didn't need to do anything.”
“Had your fuckin' hands all over me, didn't you?”
“You asked him to,” Kirishima informed him, hardening his arm as he carefully reached to split them up. “I know you're mad at us, Bakugou, but leave Midoriya out of it. He was just as good to you as you were to him, I saw all of it, remember?”
Bakugou conceded his grip and growled as he pulled away from them both, clenching his fists as he contemplated his next move.
“Some of my stuff is in your room, Kacchan, you borrowed it. Do you mind if I come get it now, before it becomes a thing?”
“Whatever,” he grumbled, storming toward the elevator. “Like I want your shit.”
They rode up to his room in silence, and Bakugou watched with red cheeks as Midoriya gathered the scattered action figures from the floor and desk.
“You should keep this,” Midoriya said softly, when he picked up the discarded mini-hero costume. “The mask, at least.”
“Why the fuck would I want to do that?”
With a little smile he handed it over in explanation, and Bakugou froze when he saw the shiny silver autograph down one side.
“You said you wanted the experience of getting it, even though when you got big again you wouldn't care anymore.”
“Fine,” he sighed, draping it over his desk lamp. “Was I super embarrassing?”
“Not at all. Kacchan is Kacchan.”
“You know what I mean.”
Midoriya smiled, shaking his head faintly.
“You were always worried about what you'd think when you got back to normal, you didn't want to do anything to make yourself embarrassed or mad. You demanded to join in with sparring class, beat up Mineta for being un-hero-like, and proved to your friends that you weren't scared of horror movies.”
“Fucking hell, they actually let me spar?”
“It was really sweet, I think Ashido and Kaminari have videos. You should watch them, they're actually not bad.”
“I shouldn't have grabbed you.”
Midoriya shook his head immediately, ignoring the flush in Bakugou's face as he turned away and sat down on the carpet.
“Better me than someone who would get mad. Or hurt.”
Tentatively he joined Bakugou on the rug, sitting with just inches between their backs, and for a comfortable minute they just sat quietly.
“You said I could still be your wife,” Midoriya teased gently. “You said you had to protect me forever.”
In a momentary lapse of judgement, Bakugou leaned back, pressing their warm backs together, and Midoriya closed his eyes to savour it.
“We probably need to talk about some stuff,” he conceded.
“We do, but it's almost time for school. I made extra notes for you, just in case your own ones aren't too helpful.”
“Oh. Um, thanks.”
“Wow Kacchan,” Midoriya teased. “I haven't heard that word in a while.”
“Shut up, stupid wife.”
Midoriya burst into a fit of giggles, and with the tiniest of smiles Bakugou looked back at him, at the hands clasped over his mouth as he tried to stifle the sound.
“Idiot,” he breathed fondly. “Come on, school.”
“Let's talk after, okay? Come to my room tonight and we'll talk.”
With a last little ruffle of blonde spikes, Midoriya retreated to find his uniform, smiling to himself as he wondered what Bakugou would say later, whether maybe – just maybe – this time he wouldn't feel like he'd lost something special.
Maybe he would even show Bakugou the selfies they'd taken together.
But only after he'd backed them up to three other drives.