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Aizawa blinked his eyes closed. He did not reopen them. The image still didn't fade away from his minds eye. Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki sat in front of him in the teachers lounge, but they weren't the problem children he was accustomed to. These weren't children sitting in front of him, but fully fledged adult pro heroes.

He put a hand over his eyes sighingly. God he was tired. He just wanted to crawl into his yellow sleeping bag and take a year long nap. But he needed to make sure he got all these facts straight. Not to mention he had to make sure this wasn't some trick by the league of villains. Though if it was, safe to say they were getting desperate.

"Okay you three..." He raised his free hand, revealing the sight of the three men lounging on the office couch. He gestured for them to recap once more "...one more time. As consolidated as you can."

"Oh...uh right!" Izuku nodded quickly. "There's a villain with a time travel quirk out to kill our first year selves. We travelled back in time to prevent our deaths, but you see Monoma, you know the blonde from 1-b, he copied the villains quirk to get us back here and well..." Izuku looked to Katsuki.

"Moron fucked up and overshot us." Bakugou, so tactfully supplied. His bent leg bouncing as he shifted where he sat. His ankle rested on his knee. "Damned imbecile." He looked away out the window glaring at the sky or maybe the class 1b dorm in the distance. His arms crossed over his chest. "How he even graduated this dump is beyond me."

"Kacchan," Izuku said the name softly. "Please don't call our alma mater a dump when we're sitting in it. Aizawa's gonna have to relay this whole meeting to the faculty. All Might could hear about you scorning this place or worse Principal Nezu!"

"I'll call it whatever the hell I want, Deku." Bakugou scowled, but his voice didn't raise as it once did as a teen. It stayed rather level. "I'm not scared of the damned pack rat with the oversized brain. All Might'll get over it. Tch. Can't believe I'm back sitting in this damned room. This really sucks. Came back to kick ass not chit chat."

If Aizawa didn't know any better he'd say that his old student was sulking.

"Guys don't get off topic." Shouto reminded hand placed on Bakugou’s thigh to get his attention. "Mr. Aizawa told us to be succinct."

"You better take over with the explanation then." Katsuki waved a hand, brushing Todoroki's long hair over the other man's shoulder. "Deku and I could get on tangents for days."

Todoroki sighed. He seemed tired too.

"As unfortunate as the mistake Monoma made was...the upside is that he sent us back earlier than intended-not later." Todoroki spoke slowly, calm and cool as ever continuing the explanation. His hands folded in his lap as he leaned on his legs. All of Katsuki's hard work demolished as Shouto’s hair slid forwards once more. "Though we don't know by how much."

"That's quite the story." Aizawa remarked after a moment's silence. "Seems flimsy."

"It's the truth, Mr. Aizawa! We swear. It's everything you need to know." Izuku insisted leaning forwards in earnest. "We're sorry to just drop in on you like this. At first we weren't even going to involve UA at all, but the mishap...it threw off our whole plan."

"We were expecting to pop into the past, deal with the villain on site and scadaddle back home," Shouto twirled the red half of his hair around his finger. "But this whole situation is unprecedented to say the least."

"And we can't leave until the villain is dealt with. We won't." Bakugou’s eyes narrowed sharply. "We have to save ourselves. The future's fucked without us."

"I see." Aizawa's eyes shifted over the three. Well, these men certainly sounded like the boys in his class in a way. "How do you know the villain hasn't beaten you all here already and isn't conspiring with the league of villains as we speak?"

"Cause my husband's danger sense isn't-Fuck." Katsuki cursed. "Are we before little shit nerd developed it? Tell me he's at least got black whip already."

Aizawa blinked. "I'm sorry." He was taken aback. Wide awake now. "Did you just say husband?"

"We're all married." Shouto waved a hand dismissively. "What's the date-actually no forget the date. We never even remember our own anniversary. What was the last villain raid or villain attack that you know of that transpired?"

Aizawa didn't reply. He could only stare.
He didn't even really hear the question. He was still struggling to comprehend Todoroki's blunt statement. The problem children had all grown up and gotten married. He couldn't believe it.

"Uh...Mr. Aizawa? Sir? Hello?" Izuku waved a hand in front of his face. With a tilt of his head and a confused mutter of "Is he dissociating?"

"He looks pretty out of it...Should we find a different teacher to talk to?" Shouto looked between his husbands.

"Fuck it." Katsuki slapped his knees and stood up. "Let's just go to the damned dorms and tell our younger selves what's up."

"That's a horrible plan, Kacchan."

"Got a better one?"

"No."

"Sho?"

"Nope."

"Dorms it is."

"Fuck."

"Deku."

"Sorry, Kacchan, but your plan is..."

"Really not good." Todoroki finished for Izuku.
"Our marriage could be at risk if we tell them too much and to be frank none of us can really keep a secret from one another to save our own ass. Just think about our proposal."

"Don't you fuckers go underestimating our love." Bakugou glared at his husbands. "I'm winning at life. No way in hell am I letting us lose what we've got. I don't care if I have to kick my younger selfs head out of his ass on sight."

"Kacchan." Izuku smiled warmly at Katsuki. Nothing but admiration in his eyes. So passionate.

"Let's go, guys." Todoroki smiled as well holding the door open for the two as they walked out.

Aizawa finally returned to himself.

But the room was empty.

Problem children no more.

Now, they were problem spouses.

Aizawa had this horrible sinking feeling that he was going to have to deal with it.

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And that's Ch 1! I've done this kinda thing for Sasuke and Naruto so I figured why not let my face mha boys have some fun with it too? Let me know if you'd like me to keep going with this or not!

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"Listen up you lil half baked inferiorities! We've got-." Bakugou cut himself off , the pro having kicked the dorm doors open for dramatic effect. Small explosions bathing him in a godly light. His intent had been to get all the teens attention at once. However the common room was void of people entirely, making his display completely pointless.

"Huh." Izuku blinked, peering from behind Katsuki. "No one's here."

"That's strange." Todoroki frowned. "I don't remember it being so empty this time of day."

"Well Fuck." Katsuki cursed hand falling to his hip. Red eyes gazing over the furniture as his husbands walked in behind him. "Why the hell aren't people here? Aizawa barely ever let us off the campus except for groceries right?Did we all sneak out to go to the damned mall or something?"

"I doubt it." Shouto denied looking over the space with soft nostalgia. "Today doesn't feel like a mall day. Remember we always tried to go more in the mornings to avoid more crowds and villain run ins. It's afternoon right now. Maybe we're all still in class?"

"That could be." Deku nodded, finger to his chin. "The training drills did used to run sort of late in the winter...I guess we just wait for us all to come back here? We could go find what training ground we're on but there's so many. We'd likely just end up coming back here unless we get lucky. Which I don't really envision. Plus, it's probably not good for us to keep wandering around campus."

"Staying put is fine by me." Shouto sat down at the breakfast bar.

Katsuki swiped his hero mask completely off his head, out of his blonde spiked hair where it was resting and set it on the counter. He took off his gloves too and rested them on the counter as well. He opened up a cabinet. "Alright, since we're digging our heels in, who wants a cup of Ponytail's fucking expensive ass high end tea?"

"You really know your way to my heart." Shouto smiled at his husband as the two toned man rested his chin in his left palm. The time travel had zapped alot of energy out of him. Kind of like how it felt when on the receiving end of recovery girls quirk. That expensive ass tea Katsuki was suggesting, if Shouto remembered correctly, had copious amounts of caffeine in it. Yaomomo would bust it out for all nighters where they had to cram to study. The suggestion really was music to the dual elemental wielders ears. "I'd love some."

Shouto watched the blonde make the offered tea. It was a fairly simple task. One that wouldn't take him long. Todoroki's eyes stayed transfixed on Bakugou’s form none the less. He liked watching him make things.  Food, drink, music-love to Izuku-it didn't matter. Even the mundane was enthralling to watch if it was Katsuki performing the action. He was always so focused when he did things. Maybe it was why he was the best at everything he did. Shouto knew the cup of tea he was about to get was going to be absolutely delectable. It would warm his insides and give him more energy, but even just watching his husband was making him feel warm inside.

Shouto's heart would flutter with the way that Katsuki barely let the kettle sing a single note before he swiped it from the stove. He was so moved in the careful way that Katsuki ushered the kettle away from him when he went to pour it into some mugs. Even a blind man could see that it would have been easier to pour it where he'd been standing, but he didn't. Because Katsuki was mindful of all the shit he went through. God did Shouto love this man.

"Thanks KitKat." Shouto's left hand circled around the offered mug when it was given to him.

"No problem, Candy cane." Their hands lingered atop one another's for a moment before Katsuki's attention shifted to Izuku.
"Oi, 'Zuzu? Never answered. Having some too?"

"Mm." Izuku startled, having been lost in thought. "Oh! Yes, please. Sorry…" Deku hummed making grabby motions for the second mug. "Thanks, Kacchan."

Katsuki nodded curtly a hand wrapping around his own mug. "What were you thinking about? Back home? Everything’ll be fine. Ei’ll keep things running smooth. Birdbrain’ll back him up til we’re back and time might not even pass for them when we snap back."

"Yeah, I figured that. I was thinking about here actually." Izuku's eyebrows furrowed. "Nothings...nothings as nice as I remember it being."

Bakugou gazed out at the common space once more."Hm, I don’t remember the dorm’s being this shitty either."

"Yeah, so much for state of the art. It feels so dated now. I guess we've really outgrown this place. And those couches..." Izuku shivered.

"They weren't too bad. A little too firm. It's cause we didn't have time to break them in like we did with the furniture we bought for our place." Shouto paused, head tilting in consideration. A comfortable silence stretched for a few moments between the three. His eyes flicked between his two husbands. "Do you think we could break them in now?"

Deku nearly spit out his tea.

Katsuki snorted lightly at the suggestion. His head lifting to level those heady heterochromia with a riveting ruby stare."Yeah, sure." Katsuki's lips twitched in amusement. "Cause that's the kind of thing we want our younger selves to walk in and see."

"I suppose that wouldn't make a very good first impression." Shouto conceded. "Later then."

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Did this chapter suck? Probably. Am I posting it anyways? Also yes, because you know what? Content is content. An update is an update and I'm proud of myself for writing anything at all. Next chapter will be out soon guys! If you have any questions or comments feel free to ask or tell me!

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For Class 1-A, afternoon training had felt like utter hell. For some unknown reason, Mr. Aizawa had mysteriously excused himself for the afternoon which left them with Class B's teacher and his damned biased favoritism for his own students. Which meant that the man worked 1-A to the bone while his own class got let off easy for having had good progress.

It was bullshit.

By the time they got to the dorms they could barely force their screaming legs to trudge through the entryway. They'd each barely dragged themselves past the threshold before their demeanors changed to that of glee. Many were convinced in an instant that they'd dropped dead during training afterall.

Cause this had to be heaven.

The common space felt warm and cozy. Not to mention it smelled amazing. The teens were battered and bruised, ready to collapse from intensive training. It was only around 6:30 but to them it might as well have been the middle of the night. They were all starving and tired. Many had their eyes closed as drool escaped their mouths, they could practically taste the spices in the air from the aroma wafting out from the kitchen. So, most didn't notice the familiar looking adults puttering around their common space right away.

Until they opened their eyes.

"What the crap!?" It was Denki who made the exclamation. Hands thrown up in front of his face in terror as he reared back, almost squishing Mineta under his boots.

"Huh? Oh." Future Izuku looked to the source of the noise. He set down the plates he'd been about to put on the table. He raised a hand and waved cheerfully at the group. "Hey guys, how was training? You all look rough."

No one answered him. How could they? There was an adult Izuku Midoriya standing in front of them. He was taller than their Izuku by at least a foot. His hair was more styled, as opposed to the usual unkempt mop on his head. He was muscled and lean with a jaw contoured to perfection. He'd grown into his freckles. Izuku went from being fine to fine.

God damn.

"Ha! See that 'Zuku? Knew they'd come running if I got my hands dirty." The rough voice gave students pause. Multiple pairs of eyes flew to the future Bakugou standing in front of the stove in alarm. Oh...Oh, Fuck. It was no secret that Bakugou Katsuki was hot. If he didn't make so many ugly expressions he'd be the best looking boy in all of UA, but it was not a boy standing behind that stove. It wasn't even a man as far as most of the students were concerned. It was a god-he was a God. A chiseled, rugged, handsome motherfucking God of Murder that could kill everyone and then get thanked for it afterwards.

"Oi!" Future Bakugou diverted everyone's attention to the couch as the man threw a pot holder at it. "Up and at 'em Candycane. Kiddies are here."

Then Future Shouto came into view, rising like Dracula would from his coffin, and holy shit was that man beautiful. He'd grown out his silken strands of mismatched hair down past his shoulders. His form had remained quite lithe, reminiscent of his brother touya's grown figure. If anyone had any saliva that hadn't wasted away from dehydration they would be frothing over the man and staining the carpet with their spittle.

Future Shouto sat up slowly, blinking in confusion. "Kittens? Where?"

"Kids Sho." Future Izuku hid a laugh behind his hand. "Our past selves..."

"Past selves!?" Class 1-A echoed together in various forms of unease. But none more so than the young Izuku, Bakugou, and Shouto. Sure they had thought they looked like them but none had wanted to assume that this actually was their future self. They looked...too good.

"Oh." Future Shouto pouted as he seemed to remember where they were. "Right. Time travel." He gazed at their past selves. "I'd have preferred a couple of kittens to a gaggle of teens." His head tilted as he peered over the back of the couch. His arms resting on the top of it. Mismatched eyes settled onto teen Katsuki with fondness. "But I suppose little Kitty Kat will have to do instead."

There was a derisive snort from the kitchen. Three seconds of scary silence and then...

"Who the hell are you calling Kitty Kat you overgrown half and half bastard!" The young Bakugou seethed in rage explosions popping from his hands. The shock of them being future versions of Deku, half and half and himself having worn off thanks to the rage. He looked ready to kill future Shouto then and there or maybe just strangle the past one and off them both. He was stopped only by a quick reply to his redudant question.

"You." Future Shouto smiled. "Hmph. So cute when you’re mad." His eyes shifted over the crowd of old classmates to settle onto the young Izuku. "Baby bunny's cute too."

Teen Izuku went completely red in the face at the sudden animal nickname. Did he like it? Yes, he liked it. Why did he like it!? He felt his eyes on him as much as his face burned. His arms flailed in a box around his head as the beautiful man winked at him completely bemused.

Young Shouto just stared at his future self. But an ongoing mantra of whatthefuckwhatthefuck whatthefuck was racing through his head. It actually seemed to be the classes general thought pattern of whatever the hell all this was.

"Alright icy hot bastard, enough of that." Future Bakugou clicked off the stove top. "Turn down the heat. I know you woke up on the horny side of the couch but don't make things weirder. This situation sucks enough."

"Just trying to make the most of it." Shouto replied, an innocent look on his face. But that look was ruined by the small smirk on his lips.

"Right. Sure you were, Fucker." Future Bakugou huffed as he started bringing dishes of food to the table and set them down. As he walked by Izuku, he smirked to himself and he set off an explosion near his green haired husband's ass. It was just close enough to feel the heat and the force of the small blast. Better than any smack could have been. The freckled man jumped nearly 3 ft in the air.

"Hop to it, Zuku." Future Bakugou ordered with a click of his tongue. "Table won't set itself."

"Kacchan!" Future Izuku admonished him, smacking his arm. "There are kids here! Behave."

"They're teens not twerps." Future Katsuki replied dragging out a chair, settling down into it. "Don't bitch at me. You know you liked it."

"You're terrible."

"I-what is happening!?" Kaminari looked like his brain had fried itself. This had to be a dream. It just had to be.

"We'll explain everything over dinner." Future Shouto stood up and gestured to the table that Future Izuku finished setting. He settled down to sit next to future Katsuki. "If you'd all care to sit. Katsuki made your favorites. Well as many as we could remember and had ingredients for. We were out of soba which is disappointing but there's plenty of other things."

"I suppose that would be acceptable." Yaoyorozu spoke up looking at her classmates. "Everyone?"

There were murmurs of affirmation echoing around. It helped that all were starving.

Everyone made their way to the table heads spinning with half a million questions.

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Okay and that was Ch 3! I hope you all enjoyed! Sorry for the lack of reaction from the boys of the past and their friends but don't worry it's all coming next chapter! Also since I'm indecisive I have a few questions for you dear readers.

1. I'm debating adding smut to this fic. As it's something I kinda do enjoy writing. Should I include the teens in that? 🤔 or just leave the sexy times for the adults to do and the teens to fantasize about? Though adding the teens to some risky scenes with the adults could potentially be fun. They are technically them. I don't know. What do you guys think? Also while I'm on the topic any top/bottom preferences or scenarios or kinks you'd like to see in this fic?

2. Would you rather see Mineta get expelled, arrested for harassment and assault, or have him be killed? I'm leaving it up to you guys. I wanna get rid of the damn grape somehow but there are so many good options I can't pick.

3. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant, and or tell me!

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Without further ado, The adult trio explained their story to the group of teens much like they did with Aizawa. Time travel villain yada yada yada out to kill their young selves yada yada yada something about the plan derailing whatever. They tried not to give away too much right away. They said nothing about their relationship, the fact that they share the number 1 hero spot, or anything else that could blow their tiny minds. Them being from their future was already enough for their developing brains to process.

"So, you being here wasn't a total accident...we...we're in danger?" Little Izuku was trying his best to put on a brave face but the teen was really scared. His gaze firmly set on his plate of food. He could barely handle the villains of the past now. How could he handle one from the future?

"Hey, we're not saying this shit to scare you." Adult Bakugou's voice was gentle. Soft even. So different from his young counterpart. "Look at me, Izuku."

The teen's eyes flicked up. Heart skipping a beat at the fact that he'd used his actual name. The older Kacchan was absolutely mesmerizing. His voice soothing Izuku in a way that no other could.

"I'm going to protect you just like I used to when were teensy brats. I promise. That bad guy shows up and you bump into him? I'm gonna shove you out of the way into a nice hidey spot and take 'em on myself."

"Like in first grade?" Izuku mumbled out the question before he could stop himself. The adults words sparking a memory in that nerd brain of his.

"Yeah," Adult Bakugou smiled. He looked over to the Izuku he was married to. He looked just as fond obviously remembering the same events. His attention moved back to teen Izuku. "Exactly like first grade you damned nerd."

"Thanks Kacchan..." The teen mumbled out shyly.

"Heh." Young Bakugou grinned to himself. He remembered exactly what the two were talking about. His words were a mirthful whisper. "Fucking fourth graders."

"Fourth graders?" Kirishima heard. He leaned towards him in interest. "Dude...what?"

"Nothing, shut up." Bakugou shoved his shoulder lightly. "Fuck off, shitty hair."

"No! No way there's totally a story here! Cmon tell us!" Kirishima begged. "Regale us with a tale, Bakubro! It's gotta be good if it's got you smiling."

"No, shut up!" Young Bakugou practically shoved kirishima's face into his soup. "Eat your damned food. I'm not telling you shit."

"Midori!" Mina called to the greenette. "Cmon give us the scoop! What's baby blasty talking about, huh?"

"Who the hell are you calling a baby!? I don't care if there's an older one of me here I'll kill you!" Young Bakugou glared explosions popping. "Don't tell them anything Deku!"

"Man don't listen to Kacchan." The teasing nickname came out of Kaminari's mouth fast as lightning. "Cmon, Tell us!"

"Oh uh it's not much of a story really..." The young Izuku put his hands up. If Kacchan didn't want others knowing Izuku was sooo not telling.

Their classmates were all saddened by the refusal. The Bakusquad especially. But fortunately their future selves were far less cagey.

"Kacchan and I used to be friends when we were little." It was adult Izuku who spoke. "When we were in first grade we'd walk the same way home afterschool, or play in the park near our homes with some other kids."

"But even back then Izuku here." Adult Bakugou chimed in as he swung an arm around his husband. "Was one hell of a nerd. Damned Quirk junkie. He'd always have his head swiveling to catch a hero fight on a tv screen, or ogle someone's quirk like they were some limited edition toy."

"Because of that uh fascination," Adult Izuku picked up the story again. "I'd get distracted and bump into people. It wasn't much of a problem really...until I bumped into these nasty older kids. We'd seen them around. They went to our school. They used to kick everyone off the swings at the playground. They were real bullies...we'd tried to avoid them so we wouldn't have to deal with them,"

"But One day Izuku, the clutzy fuck, bumps into the assholes while we were walking home."

"Oh no!" Ochako gasped. "What happened? Did they beat up, Deku?"

Class 1-A was practically on the edge of their seats. Save for the young Deku and Bakugo.

"As if I'd let them have the honor." Adult Bakugou scoffed. "I shoved Zuku's scrawny ass behind a tree and acted like it was me they ran into. When the fourth graders gave me a hard time and tried to push me-I beat them up."

"Damn Bakubro," Kirishima looked at his young friend in a mix of wonder and disbelief. "You took the fall for him?"

"Knew they were trouble." Young Bakugou shrugged, shifting uncomfortably. "If Izuku came back home with anymore bruises my old hag would have yelled at me."

"Wait why would you get blamed for that?" Tsu was confused.

The young Katsuki was dead silent at the question.

"We used to play this heroes vs villains game afterschool. Kacchan and I would get a little too into it." Adult Izuku answered instead, saving him from further prodding. "We'd use quirks and fistfight...our moms weren't too keen on it."

"Like basic training?" Yaomomo looked intrigued. "No wonder your both so good at combat drills if you were doing them since you were kids."

"I guess..." Young Izuku shrugged. "It was a really fun game though. Even if we did play sort of rough."

"Only way to play it Deku." Young Bakugou insisted.

"Sure it is." Adult Deku smiled fondly. "And listen, We're not going to let anything happen to any of you. This time travel guy, we'll stop him. You have our words as heroes."

"Fuck me." Young Bakugou grumbled to himself. This was going to be bad if their older selves were confident they couldn't handle this villain right now.

"Ask me again when you're older, Kitty Kat." The words left Adult Shouto's lips in between bites of curry. His tongue curled around the nickname as he spoke it, smirking against his spoon. He'd been amused by the childhood tale his husbands told, but Shouto was still one horny bastard. Flirting was a great way to keep the mood in the room light. "I might be inclined to give you what you want then."

Young Bakugou tensed up, head snapping to glare at the man across from him. "Hah!?" His face painted with scandalized outrage. Heavy thoughts vanishing as Adult Shouto looked at him with that heated icy gaze of his.

Adult Shouto leaned forwards wiping some non existent stray food from the side of Young Katsuki's face. His thumb swiped against his cheek. The boy's face darkened. "You shouldn't pass out such naughty invites so easily. A lesser man might take you up on them."

"Fuck you." Young Bakugou spat smacking his wrist away with the back of his hand.

"Maybe you can in a few years." Adult Shouto twirled a lock of his hair around his finger. He looked at teen Katsuki like he was the cutest thing in the world."I'm a bit too old for you to handle right now, Kitten."

Young Bakugou spluttered.

"Oi, icy hotness." Adult Bakugou spoke up. "Quit torturing mini me. It's not his fault your feelin' heated."

"Oh? And whose fault is it, Katsuki?" Heterochromia narrowed indignantly. "It'll just take a second Sho. We'll blast this villain into next week and be back in the bedroom in no time." Adult Shouto's head tilted pointedly at the explosive hero. "Eight hours later and This...is not the bedroom."

Young Shouto choked on his water. The remnants in his glass evaporating as his fire quirk flared minutely. Did his future self just imply what young Shouto thought he implied? Were his older self and Katsuki's older self having sex before they came back here? No. No way. Absolutely not. No. Whattheactualfuck. Nononononono. No.

No.

"Maybe if you asked the right me nicely." Adult Bakugou began pointing to himself. "I'd let you rail me after all these pip squeaks nod off."

"What the fuck!?" Young Katsuki exclaimed rearing back from the table, voice cracking, explosions pitifully popping, looking at his older self like he'd gone insane. "Don't make an offer like that to that bastard! What's wrong with you!?"

Adult Shouto rested his chin in his palm. The teens went ignored. His eyelids lowered. He looked at his husband obviously considering his words. "Will you?"

"Are you fucking asking?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

Young Bakugou and Young Todoroki looked at their older selves in absolute horror. They were too scared to look at each other. They could just feel their classmates eyes on them.

"And that kids is what we call consent." Adult Deku laughed nervously clapping his hands together. "Sho-" He kicked his husband under the table, "Kacchan." He gave his other husband the same treatment. "No sex in the dorms. I really don't want to hear it from Aizawa. We're inconveniencing the school enough. Let's not dirty anyone's sheets."

"Ground Beta?" Adult Shouto proposed angling his head.

"Seems rough." Adult Bakugou replied.

"I'll bring you a pillow."

Grown Katsuki raised a brow.

"Two pillows and I warm the ground first."

"You are one desperate, Motherfucker. You know that?"

"Three pillows, a warm blanket, and I give you a shoulder rub after."

Adult Bakugou angled his head. "Done."

A startled choking sound left both young Shouto and young Katsuki's lips. What the hell!?

"You're not serious...you-you can't do it where we train!" Denki protested.

"I can fuck whoever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want, Pikachu." Adult Bakugou replied, "I don't give a damn what any of you think of it. Not even my younger counterpart over there. Tattle to Aizawa if you want, but we're still gonna go out there. Now shut up, eat your food and go to bed so the adults can have their fun."

"I'm never looking at them the same way again." Ochako looked haunted.

"This is apprehensible behavior for two pro heroes! Have you no shame!?" Iida was karate chopping towards the adults.

"They do not seem to." Tokoyami hung his head.

"This Villain better show up and kill me." Teen Katsuki muttered to himself.

"Me too." Shouto murmured cheeks tinged pink.

"And um, What are you going to do for fun?" Young Izuku asked his older self in uncertainty.

"Oh me?" Adult Izuku waved a hand. "Nothing much...."

"He'll probably smash Katsuki after I do him." It was adult Shouto who answered.

"Oh." Young Izuku replied going white as a sheet. Izuku took one look at the adult Katsuki, the man smiled, and then Izuku fainted.

"Aoyama." Adult Izuku cleared his throat. "Could you uh, pass the cheese?"

"Oui Oui."

Nothing more was said for the entirety of dinner.
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And as promised here's chapter 4! Next update will be out soon! I'll be posting the first spin off chap and then next chap of this at the same time. Anyways, I'd love to hear what you thought of this chapter! Oh and I've got some more questions if you guys don't mind helping my indecisive ass out

1. Would you like more bakudeku childhood stories getting revealed? Or would you rather have the future trio start telling more stories of their future??

2. Dadmight and dadzawa are a must in this kinda fic I already know. And of course endeavor will probably make an appearance to get the shit beat out of him by Katsuki, Izuku, and then Katsuki again for good measure. But what other faculty/ adult characters would you like to see make an appearance in this fic? How do you think they'll react to the future husbands?

3. Just cause I'm curious, why do you ship the trio together?

4. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me!

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"I can't believe you two." Izuku huffed, a huge fluffy blanket that they may or may not have stolen from Aizawa's room tucked under his arm. The three currently walking across campus in the direction of ground Beta.

"I was only teasing the bite size KitKat." Shouto replied, smiling softly, two pillows tucked under his arms. "Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. I'm exasperated." Izuku insisted. "I thought kid Kacchan was gonna die right then and there at the table. He could have passed out and drowned in his curry."

"Oi, My young self might've wished for death while Shouto was making all those passes at him, but yours is the one who keeled over, Izzie." Katsuki let the childhood nickname fall from his lips as swatted him with a pillow that Yaoyorozu had shyly made them for their excursion. "Your virgin ass couldn't even handle me smiling at you."

"You were just as bad as Sho was back there Kacchan! What were you thinking proposing having sex in front of all of them?"

"Am I not allowed to offer sex to our husband?"

"Not in front of teenagers! You know how nosey our classmates are er were-whatever! The gossip is going to be so bad. What if someone tells Aizawa?"

"So what if they do?" Katsuki demanded.

"Urgh, Sho you see how bad it could be right?" Izuku pleaded looking to the two toned man. He was never going to get anywhere with Kacchan. Shouto maybe.

"Actually I'm with Kat on this one Izu." Shouto adjusted his grip on the two pillows he was carrying. "One of the perks of being adults is that we get to do adult things our teen selves wouldn't even dream about. Plus I like teasing. It helps ease tension."

Izuku paled. He was doomed to die of embarassment while they were here he was sure. If not him, his younger self definitely.

"Look, Aizawa knows we're hitched." Katsuki grunted,  "The fact that we fuck shouldn't be a surprise to him."

"I take it back, you aren't just as bad. You're the worst, Kacchan."

"Which makes me the best." Katsuki smirked.

"Don't be prideful about being an ass." Izuku groaned walking forwards away from his husbands and their never ending dumbassery.
Which led him straight into All Might the moment Izuku rounded the corner of the student center.

The blonde man looked even more startled than him. Not that Izuku blamed him. He looked a lot different than his teen self. Taller anyways.

"All Might..." Izuku's voice trembled. He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to see him at all.
He felt a hand take his. Strong, firm, warm. It made him feel safe in an instant. Kacchan. There was another placed at his lower back. Cold, but firm. Something steady to fall back against if he fainted which he actually might. That was Shouto, prepared for the inevitable.

"Huh, Wow." All Might mumbled to himself. "So what Aizawa said was true then? There really are future versions of you children running around campus. If I can even call you three that anymore. Just look at you guys. You're all grown up and married too, I hear? That's definitely not something I expected to happen."

"Tch. What the hell are you doing out here this time of night?" Katsuki demanded, growing uncomfortable himself with All Mights look of admiration. It felt wrong being on the receiving end. "Isn't it a little late? Don't you have class to teach tomorrow or something?"

"Quite right I do. But not to worry young Bakugou. I'm just taking a midnight stroll.
The doctors say the excercise is good for me. So here I am." All Might took stock of the items they were carrying. "Say what are you three doing with all that? Did Aizawa not set you up with rooms?"

Todoroki blinked. He could sense Izuku's panic as he felt him tense up. "He actually didn't."

"I see and you didn't want to inconvenience your young selves or your classmates so your all out here?"

"Y-yeah." Izuku nodded. "That's definitely the only reason."

Katsuki nudged him.

"Uh, but it's okay. Kacchan likes camping. We don't get to go hiking or anything as much as we'd like. The top heroes can't just take a weekend very often. So, we're trying to make the best of our situation here since we're stuck until the villain shows up."

"Well, not to derail your camping trip but I do have a spare-"

"Thanks but no thanks, All Might." Katsuki interrupted. "We're sticking close to young us. We're not leaving campus for shit and that's final."

"Thank you for the offer though All Might." Izuku smiled. "Really."

"Yes, your very kind." Shoto added bowing his head to their old teacher.

All Might rubbed at his head. "You guys sure? I really don't feel all that right about leaving you three out in the cold."

"Cold doesn't bother me." Shouto spoke up again. "And these guys sleep on my left. We'll be plenty warm." 

"It was great seeing you again, All Might, but it's wicked past Kacchan's bedtime. We better find a place to hunker down now. Enjoy your walk, okay?" Izuku tugged on his husband's hand. Katsuki started forwards tearing his gaze from all Might with bang shadowed eyes. Shouto had enough sense to follow Izuku without being prompted.

"Hey, you three, hold on a second." All Might raised a hand. "If you guys are sticking around campus why don't you come around tomorrow and help me with your classes training session?   I'm sure it would be a real inspiration booster for everyone."

"We'll think about it." Izuku replied, he didn't turn around. "I'll let you know. I uh...still have your number in my phone. Bye All Might."

The three walked away from All Might post haste. As soon as they were far enough away from the pro Izuku was in tears. So was Katsuki though he was trying to stay strong for Izuku. Todoroki dropped his set of pillows in favor of taking his tearful husbands into his arms. They were much closer with All Might than he'd ever been. They took his death hard and seeing him again, alive and well, talking as if it was just another day brought all those negative emotions back to the surface.

"I've got you guys." Shouto promised. He wasn't letting either go. He didn't care if they cried a river and flooded the whole school. If Katsuki swore up a million curses or if Izuku got snot on his shoulder. All Might was their idol, their mentor, the person that inspired them to become pros at all. If they needed to mourn him all over then so be it.

Sex could wait.

There were more important things.

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Okay so after much deliberation between me, myself and I, I've decided that when the time comes any sex scenes that transpire will go into a seperate spin off book if I ever get around to it. This book will just have them disappearing into rooms or have the scenes cut away. Okay? Okay. Awesome. Not much happened in this chap but the next one will be out soon!

If you have any suggestions to make or questions please let me know and I'll be happy to answer them! I'd also love to hear what you thought of this chapter. See you next time guys!

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There were some lucky members of class 1-A that could crush their imaginative thoughts and get some sleep the previous night. None of those people were the younger versions of Izuku, Katsuki or Shouto. They didn't sleep a wink. They just stayed up lying in bed. Minds plagued with the thought of their older selves going at it on the training field.

Morning classes were horrible. Their classmates all stared at them. The three themselves did their best not to look at each other. Which was hard considering the seating arrangements. Some would argue Bakugou had it the easiest given where his seat was up front, but Deku's eyes were practically eating him alive behind him. The nerd wasn't doing a very good job of keeping his nose stuffed into his notebook either. Shouto actually had it easiest. He just had to avoid looking at the left side of the classroom. He was pretty thankful he sat in the back.

But then came time for basic training with All Might and by the way that the man looked so giddy, well the teens just knew it meant serious trouble. There was no reason for All Might to be smiling so big or for him to be texting like a kid who just found their best friend in a club Penguin chat room.

"Is it just me or is All Might staring at us?" Izuku asked head tilting as he stared at his mentor.

"He always stares at you." It was Katsuki who answered him. "Shut the fuck up, Deku."

"Sorry Kacchan...I just...we haven't seen ourselves all day. It's kind of got me on edge and All Might...he's acting a little weird."

"All Mights always weird. Future us...they're probably skulking around the dorms." Bakugou replied. "Tainting the place." Bakugou scowled at the very thought. "Look, shitnerd. Just focus on training...try not to think so much about what they may be doing..."

"...or did here last night." Shouto's ears burned as he said the words. He ignored Katsuki's sharp glare. He knew he wasn't helping.
"It's likely we'll have to endure them when we get out of training again. Best be prepared."

"Fuck-They better be gone by the time training gets out. I don't want a repeat of last night. That sucked."

"Least the food was good." Kirishima commented.

"That's not the fucking point!" Explosions sounded from Bakugou's hands. "You didn't get hit on by overgrown Scarface! I don't want to hear it!"

All Mights phone buzzed and he cheered to himself. "All right students." He finally pocketed the phone. "Looks like it's time!Gather round, quiet your voices! My special guests want to make a special entrance! So please give these familiar faces your full attention!"

"Familiar faces...?" Izuku paled.

"Oh no." Shouto's eyes widened in horror

"Damn it, All Might, what did you do!?" Katsuki exclaimed his face morphing into one of a very scared young teen.

They all wanted to run. The rest of the class did not share their reaction. They all looked wicked excited and pumped for their guests reveal.

A cold cloud of fog started to roll into the training grounds. It lit up from its depths with blasts of orange light, and crackles of green lightning. A shadowed figure walked towards them in the middle of the clouds.

"Students of Class 1-A. I'm Pro Hero Shouto better known in my time as the symbol of fortitude." Adult Shouto stepped out of the fog revealing himself to be the central shadow figure. There were two more shadows behind him. Dancing in the fog, silhouettes visible for an instant between flashes of  orange and green light. "I come from the future as you know, and I present to you-" He raised both his hands. A torrent of fire blazed from his left hand. At the same moment a curtain of ice shot from his right side.

"-My fellow former classmates. The pride of UA, All Might's legacy, the top heroes in the entire globe-," The right got colder, the left grew hotter. Adult Shouto's voice raised filled with pride. "The Symbols of Hope and Victory! The Wonder Duo! Deku and Dynamight!"

Right on cue as their names were said, Deku smashed through the ice, and Dynamight blasted through the fire. Their movements were completely in sync. They landed in the same pose, at the same time. They crouched and then they straightened as one. Arms raised high over their heads with a proud smile on each of their faces. They spoke at the same time.

"We are here-"

They held the pose for a few seconds before Deku broke it, fingers touching together. He smiled like the cinnamon roll he was. "To teach you, of course!"

"Or kill you." Dynamight's smile slid to a smirk as he tilted his head. A little explosion popped in his palm.

"However you wanna look at it." Adult Shouto took a step forwards hands on his hips. "This wasn't our idea."

"But we couldn't say no to All Might." Adult Izuku shrugged in a what can you do kind of gesture as he hopped beside Shouto.

"So, Welcome to todays basic training twerps." Adult Bakugou stretched cracking his knuckles. The three of them standing in a line. "Prepare to get schooled by the Pillars of Peace."

"Kitty Kat." Adult Shouto's eyes settled upon the teen. "Now's the part where you say..."

"Fuck me." The young Katsuki breathed.

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Here's another chapter friends! Thanks for reading! Next chapters gonna be fun hehe. Should I have any of the faculty show up to spectate?

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The young ones weren't prepared for a situation like this. They didn't expect their older selves to single them out and demand to see what level they were at right away. There was no warm up. No warning. Just the announcement that to start the class there would be a simple 3 v 3 battle between the past and future versions to get things going and then they were off to separate sides of the training ground.

Young Katsuki flew off on his own right away. Confident they didn't need a plan since their older selves would think of anything they would anyways. Young Izuku gave chase calling after his Kacchan to wait not that he did. Young Todoroki looked uncertain about following the pair and just sort of watched the potential duo go ahead of him. He proceeded with utmost caution. The fact that they were fighting themselves doing nothing to ease him.

Already, this lack of teamwork would be their downfall.

In his rush to fight, Young Bakugo had flown him and young Izuku straight into an ambush.

Adult Bakugo and Adult Todoroki were ready and waiting, utilizing their pristine pro teamwork to give both boys hell in an explosive fiery way. It didn't help that the young Katsuki and young Izuku couldn't work together to save their lives. Nor was it ideal that Adult Deku was intent on making sure the young Todoroki didn't get left out of the lesson his husbands were giving and sought the boy out.

In short, the teens were all completely fucked in record time.

"Hey! One of you morons get this icy hot bastard off my ass!" Young Katsuki yelled, whizzing through the air at his current top speed as Adult Shoto chased after him in the sky practically nipping at his heels. He was toying with him. Young Katsuki could tell. Fuck this cold. Pro Shoto was making the air even colder around them just to fuck with him all the more. That half and half bastard. Dick was even throwing patches of ice at him, weighing him down for an instant with each patch that landed. Precious sweat stolen as it was frozen and blasted off. The air a few leagues behind him felt warm, just out of reach, a damned trap set by the adult pro that he refused to play into.

"Sorry Kacchan! I'm a little bus-OH CRAP!" Young Deku screamed and flailed as grown Kacchan was upon him. The explosions were small and fast and he couldn't even think of a counter before he blasted the hell out of him for paying attention to the wrong Kacchan when he should be worrying about himself.

Young Shoto didn't have time to talk or reply or do anything but throw up defensive shields of ice and fire. He was struggling to keep Adult Izuku at bay. The man smashed through his ice and used airforce against his fire and the whole thing was exhausting him to no end. Adult Izuku was fast and strong and poor teen Shoto couldn't keep up. He was out of his depth.

They all were.

It wasn't long before the young versions were all forced to the ground in a line by the pro's.

"You're hopeless." Adult Bakugo put his boot on young Deku's chest. The boy coughing smoke as he heaved. He didn't even have the strength to lift his hands. Adult Kacchan had pummeled him.

"You can't win." Adult Todoroki had young Bakugo pinned with an ice clad shoe. His wrists pinned by thick ice. Even as the young Bakugo strained, and tried to blast out-it was all for not.

"You don't have the heart." Adult Izuku mirrored his husbands, foot placed on young todoroki's chest. He wasn't beat up as badly as the other two, but he knew if this grown Izuku saw a flicker of flame or a crackle of ice it would make no difference given the power he now seemed to possess.

Future Deku's watch beeped. He clicked a button and a huge clock projected from it. They'd timed the take down. Unbeknownst to the youngsters. They'd lasted two minutes out of an allotted eleven.

The three young ones stared at the number with sinking feelings in their chests.

Young Todoroki frowned. "Two minutes...?"

Young Izuku stared at the numbers with trembling eyes. "We only lasted that long?"

"Damnit." Young Katsuki swore bashing his head back into the ground as he shut his eyes.

"Hey easy now, that wasn't bad for your first time, Kitty Kat." Adult Shoto stepped off him offering his left hand to the young Katsuki as he melted the ice away. "Don't beat yourself up."

"Fuck you," Young Katsuki snarled knocking his hand away. "If I want to kick myself over this I will." Ruby eyes settled onto Adult Bakugo. The teen lunged at his older self hell bent on attacking.

Adult Bakugo sighed, he twisted, the teens face met the Adults boot. He was kicked straight into a pole. A crack was heard followed by a scream. His shoulder dislocated from the collision. Young Bakugo fell to his knees.

"Shit Katsuki." Adult Shoto cursed eyes flicking between the two Bakugo's. "Ever hear about going easy? Look what you did to yourself."

"It's nothing he doesn't deserve."

"Kacchan..." Both Izuku's murmured in unison with mirroring expressions of concern.

"He'll be fine once he sees the ancient smoochy hag." Adult Katsuki waved a hand. "Which means Mini me won you two dumbasses a hall pass to recovery girl." He looked to the younger versions of his husbands. "Make sure his stupid ass gets there. Don't let me pop that shit in myself. Get him a quick kiss, yourselves too if you need it, then come back. We won't start capture the flag without you."

Adult Bakugo took a few steps back.

"Izzie, Sho, let's move."

"Right." Adult Izuku nodded, the two adults followed after their husband leaving their younger selves alone on the training field.

"Tch. They fought like trash. Feels more like a loss than a win."

"I agree." Adult Shoto moved towards him. "But did you expect something different to happen?" Adult Shoto looked to him. "We didn't always like each other."

"We didn't always like ourselves." Izuku sighed. "Did you have to hurt yourself like that Kacchan?"

"You know the answer to that, Izuku." Shoto spoke for him when it was clear Katsuki was remaining rather tight lipped on the matter.

Izuku smiled grimly. Yeah. He did. "Just try to keep the kid gloves on next time. Minor scrapes and bruises. No serious injuries if we can help it. Promise me." Izuku grabbed Katsuki's arm. "I love you, Kacchan. I've always cared about you. From your best to your worst. Seeing you hurt...well it hurts me too. So, please."

"Yeah, yeah okay." Katsuki gave Izuku a kiss to seal his promise. "I promise."

"Good." Shoto sighed. "Now any ideas on what to do with the rest of the class while we wait?"

"I've got an idea." Izuku admitted. "We'll see if they go for it."

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This chapter....exists. Next chapter will be out soon. Stay tuned and comment, comment, comment because I'm craving conversation and would like to know your thoughts.

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The adults had gone to reunite with their class. This left the young trio alone with one another.

"Are you okay, Kacchan?" Izuku asked as the boy rose to his feet.

"I'm fine." Katsuki snapped as he clutched his limp arm. The three boys setting out to the infirmary.

"You hit that pole pretty hard." Shouto eyed him carefully. "You must be in pain."

"I said I'm fine, asshole!"

"I think your lying." Shouto's mismatched eyes remained on him.

They stopped walking.

"Well, I think you should mind your own fucking business." Katsuki gripped his arm. "If I say I'm fine then I'm fucking fine. Just need to shove this damn thing back in and I'll be good."

"What!?" Izuku was immediately alarmed by Katsuki's declaration. "You can't do that Kacchan!"

"Shut up and watch me, nerd." Katsuki replied, voice rather snippy as he sneered. "I can do anything."

"Bakugou," Todoroki frowned at him. "You're older self said not to do that."

"You think I give a shit about what that asshole says? He's the one who did it to me." Bakugou grit his teeth. "My words just as good as his and I say I can pop it back in myself. Now fuck off."

"That's mean, Kacchan." Izuku frowned. "And-and anyway, Todoroki's right. You should listen to your older self! He knows what he's talking about. Just wait til we get you to Recovery Girl. Please, Kacchan, you know how important your arm-"

"Shut up, stupid nerd. Don't tell me what to do! It's my shoulder I'll do what I want with it." Katsuki started maneuvering his shoulder around cursing under his breath as he did so. His eyes teared slightly from the pain.

"Kacchan stop!" Izuku's arms flailed to stop him. He grabbed onto Katsuki's good arm. "You're gonna make it worse."

"Get off me!" Bakugou shoved Izuku away sending a blast near his feet to make him keep his distance. "I didn't ask for your help! It's my problem. I'm handling it. I'm not waiting for that ancient hag to get her crusty lips on me."

Todoroki stared at the blonde. "Patience isn't your strong suit is it?"

"Hah!?" Katsuki paused head turning to Todoroki. "What did you say?"

"Patience." He reiterated, voice still calm. "Are you incapable of practicing it?" Todoroki tilted his head. "You're going to pinch a nerve or set it wrong if you keep sliding your arm around like that. "

"What the hell would you know about it?" Bakugou narrowed his eyes at him.

"My left arms been dislocated a few times before." Todoroki admitted, left fist clenching at his side. He didn't elaborate on the information. Not wanting to voice how his father had once yanked him to train so hard that the man had dislocated his shoulder like it was nothing. He never resisted following him to the damned training room again after that - fearing a break. He didn't say anything about how on another day his father had dislocated his arm when he refused to train his fire. If he wouldn't use it then his father had made sure he couldn't use it. He did his best not to think about all the times his father had reset the thing himself so his image wouldn't be ruined by his child having a sudden injury. Shouto swallowed fighting against the horrid sea of memories. "If you don't set it right it's going to hurt ten times worse. Trust me on that."

"Oh, so your an expert then, huh?" Bakugou's eyes narrowed. "Well, you can take your expertise and shove it up your future self's thirsty ass. I didn't ask for your fucking opinion icy hot."

"Even so, you should listen anyways." Shouto angled his head as his glare deepened. "I'm trying to spare you some pain here."

"Yeah, well I wish you'd spare me the lecture."

"Why do you have to be so damned stubborn? Don't you see how stupid messing with your injury is? You really wanna risk damaging your arm further?" Todoroki glared. "Bakugou."

"Why the hell won't you shut up and shove off huh?"

"Because I know you aren't this stupid. Aggravating an injury like this...there's no reason for it. If you're trying to stick it to your older self..." Todoroki shook his head. "This is not the way to do it. If you would use your head for two seconds you'd realize that."

"He's right, Kacchan." Izuku agreed.

"I don't care!" Bakugou snapped. "Fuck." He cursed to himself shutting his eyes. He felt his fingers tingle and not in a good way. That couldn't be good. "Fine. We'll go see the damned hag."

Izuku and Shoto exchanged looks.

"Kacchan- did you..." Izuku started but clammed up as he was on the receiving end of a nasty glare. "Uh, I mean...whatever you say, Kacchan. You're the one whose hurt."

"Tch. I can't believe we lost to ourselves."

"Well, they do have experience on their side and...they weren't exactly shy with one another." Todoroki commented as the walk resumed.

"It wasn't just experience or the fact that they were us...they...they worked so well together. It's such a small detail but I noticed, Future Todoroki made sure future Kacchan was always on his left side thus increasing the heat surrounding him which got future Kacchan hot and bothered enough to-"

"Deku. Stop talking."

"I didn't mean it in a bad way Kacchan!"

"I don't want to hear about that jackass making me sweat."

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And done! Twas short and again not much happened and I don't even know if it makes sense but this interaction just popped into my head and would not leave so there you go! Content is content! Next chapter will be out sometime soon! Stay tuned! Oh and I'd love to hear what your thought of it are if you don't mind.

Oh, and also I'd love to get some input on two quick things as well if you aren't too busy:

1. Okay so aside from shipping Mineta off to prison and or hell, any ships you'd like to see develop? (Note: this can be platonic too).

2. Also anything in particular your hoping to see from our pillars of peace trio past and or future with themselves or each other?

I'm the author I can make things happen but like I need to know what's wanted lol. Like I know what I want and ultimately what I want goes since it's my story but your my readers and if I can do something to scratch an itch or kill a craving then that's awesome you know?
Alright I rattled on enough. Tiff out, Peace!

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The remaining students of class 1-A all seemed nervous and wary as the Adult versions returned from the training field. The students were maybe even a bit worried but it was hard to tell if the worry was for their fallen classmates or if it was for themselves. Possibly both. The Pillars of Peace's younger selves were already regarded as class 1-A's biggest hitters. Their future big three. For them all to just get wiped out like that in no time at all, like it was nothing, like they were nothing- well, let's just say it wasn't exactly a morale booster.

"Our match with ourselves is over."  Bakugou's voice was raised to the student could hear over their quickening heartbeats. "Time for your guys turn." His head turned to his freckle faced husband. "Izuku?"

"Right. So here's what I was thinking we could do..."

Adult Izuku's idea turned out to be something pretty fun to pass the time. The students of Class 1-A were given the opportunity to pick between the three of them and then challenge the selected pro to a battle in a miscellaneous category of their choosing.

Voices erupted in chatter. The class was beyond excited for it. Pumped that if the right challenge and pro was picked they could actually win against them!

It was apparent to All Might that the teens all figured the three Pros were letting them off easier than their younger selves, but there was something in his former students eyes that told All Might the opposite. There was no mercy to be had here. Not with them. This game was nothing more than a guise. A ruse of fun to force their old classmates into giving it their all, and pushing their quirks to the maximum.

Right off the bat Mina chose Deku for a dance battle. Given how awful his younger self was at the skill it was clear she expected an easy win, but Deku made her work for it. Mina felt herself using muscles she didn't even know she had as she tried to keep up, but it was no use. He was too strong. He was too fast. By all rights the adult Izuku Midoriya completely outclassed her. The man's footwork was insane. He stayed on rhythm and had impeccable timing. He was flipping around, twirling - even doing splits! Nothing like the awkward clumsy Midoriya they were used to.

Not to mention, the man was downright sexy.

His husbands cheered him on throughout the whole sequence. Shouto periodically whistled like he was trying to summon a dog from hell since Izuku looked so hot dancing. Bakugou grinned the whole time. He taunted Deku, patted his thigh like there were better places for the man to be dancing. Izuku actually caught himself moving towards his blonde husband a couple times. Damn Kacchan. He needed to remind himself that he was surrounded by teenagers who were definitely not old enough to witness a lap dance multiple times...all because of Katsuki. Kacchan called out to him saying things that would make the young Deku keel over in a second if he was here. Adult Deku almost got a little dirty with it per his Kacchan's request, until he remembered All Might was there as well and froze up like an ice villain got the drop on him. After that his fate was sealed.

Mina won.

Izuku was convinced that Kacchan had messed with him during that on purpose to ensure Mina could have her victory. Guess Shouto wasn't the one he should have told to keep his mouth shut during it.

Aoyama challenged Bakugou to a runway challenge. Strut from one end of the road and back. Turn at the light post. Simple. His younger self was such a gremlin there was no way he could be more fabulous than him. The twinkling boy was sure.

How wrong Aoyama was.

Aoyama may never stop twinkling but Bakugou? The man shined like a motherfucking comet caught in the curtails of a shooting star. He used his quirk in a way his young classmates had never seen. Soft and warm and bright. A sharp crackle accompanied the effects. Light shone from his palms like he had the sun in his hands. Like he was a God that dropped out of the heavens to gift them the wonders of light. Gold sparks whizzed through the air in a sizzling streak around him. He strut down that street with a walk that would have Best Jeanist shedding tears of pride and joy.

Aoyama was already crying at how magnifique the man's performance was. He tried, oh he tried to use his belly button laser to shimmer and twinkle to outdo that god of a man, but he couldn't keep it up. He couldn't walk and shoot at the same time.

The whole class was speechless.

Bakugou won.

Yaoyorozu challenged Todoroki to a sculpting contest. To make it even trickier they were timed. They only had a few seconds to create the sculpture they wanted to. She used her quirk to make a perfect statue replica of All Might. She had to use a lot of lipids and it was hard to create such a large item so quickly, but she managed. Todoroki made...Bakugou's abs out of his ice. He spent so much time focused on Katsuki's perfect pecs that he forgot to make the rest of him.

Yaoyorozu won that contest, even if Kirishima protested the class's vote and proclaimed how manly the pro's was, but Todoroki got quite the rewarding kiss from an amused Bakugou so he still felt like a winner despite not actually winning.

Tokoyami challenged Deku to a poetry battle. Tokoyami didn't expect him to win. But Deku did, as he apparently just had a zillion poems about his Kacchan at the ready.

Jirou challenged Bakugou to a sing off. She expected him to scream into the mic. She was convinced it would be an easy win, but as it would turn out, the Pro had actually had one hell of a voice. Class 1-A was shocked. He absolutely killed it in pure Bakugou fashion.  He made a beat with his explosions, soft crackles, louder booms and the like...Jirou tried to keep up with her heart beat surround, but it was no use. She got drowned out.

Bakugou won.

Uraraka challenged Deku to see who could do the most somersaults in the air. She was convinced she'd win, but little did she know, this Deku could use float. They spun fast as spinning tops forms becoming blurs of green and pink. Uraraka tried so hard, but her stomach couldn't take the spinning after awhile.

Deku won.

Iida challenged Midoriya to a contest of speed shortly after. He tried to take advantage of his potentially nauseated state from his previous match, but it didn't help. Deku absolutely wrecked the poor teen. It wasn't even close. The class clapped for Iida anyways.

Deku won.

Ojiro challenged Todoroki to a martial arts contest. Not that the tailed boy knew that endeavor had been grooming the young Todoroki to be a fighting machine since birth. The adult Shouto had long since refined those skills. The poor tail guy went down like a sack of potatoes.

Shouto won.

Kaminari challenged Bakugou to a race via a race car video game. A stupid move, but hey, Kaminari didn't have any grand ideas seeing as how the adult Katsuki seemed to be unbeatable and in truth he kind of was. Denki tried his hardest, even resorted to cheating with his electricity quirk to super charge his controller-but even that wasn't enough to save him from defeat.

Bakugou won.

Kirishima challenged Bakugou to an arm wrestle.

Bakugou won.

Koda was too nervous to challenge any of them. So Adult Kacchan went ahead and challenged Koda to a scream off.

Bakugou won.

Sato challenged Bakugou to a cook off.  Someone had to beat this guy at something right? They had Yaomomo make some ingredients for them. Then the two went into one of the training buildings (which was actually equipped with a functioning kitchen) and each emerged with a dish for everyone to taste some odd minutes later. Sato's arms were killing him from mixing his dough so hard. He did his best, and yet...

Bakugou won.

Figuring Bakugou couldn't be beaten on a 1v1, Shoji and Toru challenged Deku and Bakugou to a game of hide and seek together. It was agreed that toru would be a hider and Shoji a seeker. Similarly Bakugou would hide and Deku would seek. While their quirks gave each of them a natural advantage....Bakugou kept spamming flash grenade as much as toru used her damned warp refraction when their hiding spot was discovered and as many eyes and ears as Shoji spouted Deku had speed on his side. They played this game of cat and mouse for a long time. The pros actually seemed like they were having a grand old time with it. Truthfully so were Shoji and toru, but after a while Toru couldn't keep out of Deku's grasp and he caught her.

The Wonder Duo won.

Sero challenged Todoroki to complete a manga quiz game.

Sero won that one. Purely because it had been so long poor Shouto barely remembered the first few issues that were out when they were in UA. The man was a bit embarrassed about it. His husbands teased him mercilessly for the loss.

Finally last but not least, Mineta challenged Todoroki to a perv off. It basically devolved into who could come up with the dirtiest joke. Nobody found Mineta's joke very funny. There might as well have been crickets vomiting. Even the Adults were uncomfortable by the grape's words. It was bad. Like really bad. So bad that Todoroki knew he had to save everyone. So he did. The words Todoroki said during this small battle would be chattered about among the students for years to come. All Might would repeat it in the teachers lounge the next day. Midnight would laugh herself so close to death that Present Mic would need to cover her classes.

When the three young versions returned to the training field all healed and still bummed about their match, everyone was in laughter. Todoroki's joke still at the forefront of all their minds, but the teens hadn't heard it or they wouldn't for a few days or years depending on how you wanted to think about it. This just left the three confused.

Young Bakugou was pissed. He didn't like not knowing something. It made him feel dumb and he prided himself on being smart. He was about to demand someone tell him what the fuck was so funny when his older self caught sight of him.

"Alright. Settle down shitheads. Ourselves are back. We've still got work to do. Now that we've gotten the warm ups out of the way it's time for the real deal." He grabbed his husbands arm to look at adult Deku's watch. "We've still got 20 minutes of class left." His hand slid down to hold Adult Deku's hand. "I wanna use every second. That means you zip your traps and pay attention. We're going to play capture the flag."

None of the teenagers liked the way Dynamight was grinning. His happy smile promised death.

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Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait! I've been on vacation for the past few weeks so I haven't really had much time for writing due to all the vacation activities. But I finally managed to finish this chapter amidst all of that haha. So yay for that! Hope you enjoyed! The next chapter will be out next week!

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Capture the flag-what a crock of shit. This whole game was shit as far as young Katsuki was concerned. You didn't have to be sir night eye to predict the outcome of the exercise before it began. It had been a simple enough task. Capture the flag without getting captured yourself. Despite the class having strength in numbers the pros...well they just had strength in themselves alone. It was the three pros vs the entire class. The students of class 1-a were given the task of capturing one of three flags. The only caveat was that the pros weren't just defending their damned flags. They were capturing students. Each classmate taken was a point to the pro. If a classmate was saved the point would go back to the students. Bonus points if they saved or freed themselves. The game would either end when a flag made it across a finish line or when there were no students remaining free.

So far...it looked like it was going to be the latter. They were losing....badly. It really pissed the young Katsuki off. He'd thought having the old icy hot on his ass last match was bad, but having his older self gunning for him this go was so much worse.

He was really getting beat up.

Deku and Todoroki weren't fairing much better. Icy hot was having trouble self regulating with how his older self kept manipulating the temperature and adult Izuku could just somehow do a whole slew of things his Deku couldn't. Like fucking fly. The freckled fucker was looking way too proud of himself and oh great- Deku just got captured by himself. Fucking Damnit.

He looked around for his friends. He really needed some fucking help with himself.

Kirishima was stuck in ice, Mina was pinned by a fallen light post, Denki was in his stupid mode also thanks to that damned lamp and Sero was tangled up in his own fucking tape.  The rest of the class wasn't fairing much better than them. Fuck. A grenade blew up in his face. Which would have been fine if the damn thing hadn't clocked him in the back of the head first.

He'd passed out, and when he came too they'd already fucking lost. Class was over. Their older selves were having a hushed discussion with All Might. Talking about god knows what. Teen Katsuki was ready to explode. And he would have if not for the fact that he watched his older self kiss Deku's older self's temple.

The teen went pale and his anger fizzled away. What the fuck did he just witness? His eyes trembled with emotion as he looked at them. Studied them. His older self had an arm slung tight around Deku's neck across his shoulders, and the grown nerd had his palm casually resting on his pec. But he wasn't shoving his older self away. Adult Deku was fucking leaning into his older self's embrace as they talked to the pro. They were completely relaxed.

No...nononono what was he doing? Why? They looked...Katsuki was going to throw up. No. No, the insinuations at dinner were one thing but this...fuck.

The teen ran. It was too much for him.

"Do we go after him?" Young Todoroki blinked at the air. Dense and clueless as ever.

"What was his problem? He that bent up about the fight? Of course we'd lose to the older guys." Kirishima scratched at his head.

"Yeah." Izuku swallowed, tearing his own gaze away from their older selves. "It was the fight he was upset about." Izuku nodded tersely. "Definitely."

The freckled teen said nothing more to anybody. Kacchan hadn't had a problem with the match. It'd been fair. Izuku knew the truth. It was them that Kacchan couldn't stand. Their older selves. They were really...touchy. Almost like they were post battle cuddling. Izuku didn't really know if that was a thing though.

He wanted...he wished...but who was he kidding? That would never be them. Even if Kacchan did like boys he would never like him like that. Not in a million-

Older Shouto was watching him, Izuku realized with a start. The man was standing so still and there was this look on his face...he murmured something to older Kacchan and then older Kacchan was giving him a look so intense that he nearly died then and there.

He followed his Kacchan's lead and got the hell out of there as fast as he could.

"Woah, Midoriya's running off too? I didn't think we did that bad." Kirishima frowned.

"You didn't." Adult Shouto spoke up. A hand rested on his hip. "Class dismissed."

"Is he allowed to do that?" Adult Izuku whispered to his Kacchan.

"We did teach them today." His Bakugo huffed. "We've got to give ourselves a talking to. Pull our heads out of our asses."

"Kacchan, you've put yourself through enough for one day." Izuku looked at him sternly.

"Like hell I have."

"Kacchan." Izuku narrowed his eyes.

Katsuki sighed. "Fuck. Fine." His expression softened. "We at least need to make sure you're okay. I didn't like that look on your face."

As his classmates left the training grounds young Shouto stayed behind. He stared at their older selves. Perplexed. He walked up to them.

Izuku was first to notice the teen. "Sho? Hey, everything okay?"

"I'm confused." The teen admitted adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

"That's normal for you."

"Kacchan." Izuku scolded.

"Fuck you." Adult Shoto punched Katsuki in the arm.

"You offering to later?"

"Not after that comment." Shouto denied.

"Could you stop doing that...? It's...unsettling." Shouto gripped his bag tight. He chewed at his bottom lip. "I don't understand how..." he made a vague gesture towards the three of them. "...all this could have happened."

"You'll find out one day." Adult Shouto promised. "Maybe even sooner than I did."

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Ahhh it's been forever and this chapter sucked ass but the next one will hopefully be better! Don't forget to tell me what you thought of this chapter!

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"Katsuki...if your burning yourself with your quirk in there I will break down this door."

Young Bakugo froze from where he sat on his bedroom floor. Hand raised shakily over his arm that had been wrapped around Izuku, he'd been about to do just that. But how did that overgrown icy hot motherfucker know!?

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Young Bakugo yelled.

"No."

The word was cold as ice.

Young Bakugo grit his teeth. Fuck this guy.

He got up off the floor and trudged over to the door. He ripped it open and went to fire an explosion in the man's face.

What young Bakugo didn't expect however was for the pro to wrap his explosion in a quick swirl of frost and force his way inside.

Young Bakugo stumbled back from the taller man and landed right on his ass with a thud.

"I told you to leave!" Bakugo roared at him little explosions popping from his hands as the adult Shouto shut the door.

"I heard you." The man replied, making himself at home sitting on the young Bakugo's bed. He took out his phone scrolling on it like the teen wasn't even there.

"Get. Out." Bakugo glowered up at the man sitting on his bed.

"I will." The adult Shouto's eyes momentarily left his phone to look at Katsuki. "Later."

His gaze returned to his phone.

"This is my room-"

"No shit, Kittykat." The adult replied, thumb swiping on his phone. "Quit mewling, I'll be with you in a second."

The young Bakugo spluttered.

"Shh." The overgrown icy hot patted the young Katsuki's head. "Here." He held out his phone in front of his face. "Watch this."

It was a video clip of a little boy. 12 no thirteen maybe? It was hard to tell. He was clad head to toe in what was clearly his merch. There was another little boy hiding slightly behind him. He wore a headband, those bunny ears were clearly Deku merch with how dorky they looked.

The boy talked all about how Dynamight was the greatest hero. The number 1 pro who beat the bad guys to a smokey pulp. But most of all the kid talked about how he inspired him to ask out his best friend, the 'Deku to his Dynamight' as he referred to the shy boy. The video ended with him being called a gay icon.

Bakugo's eyes widened the clip ended. What the hell had he just watched?

"It's okay." The adult Shouto's voice was soft. "You can hold it. My phone case is like yours. You won't destroy it." He passed the teen the phone. "Watch it as many times as you want."

"Is this real?"

"It will be one day, Kat" Shouto smiled softly. "Your the very first hero who was out and proud about it. You did have a lot of haters, there was a particularly nasty group of mothers worried about you poisoning the minds of their children, but other than them….nothing but overwhelming love and support. So, you don’t need to sit in here and beat yourself up over your feelings for Izuku…or any you’ll get for me.”

The man brushed his long hair back over his shoulder and sighed. “I might be messing everything up with us right now, showing you all this…but Izuku and I aren’t okay with you hurting yourself. Speaking of…how’s the shoulder? Still sore? I can give it a little heat or some ice…”

“It’s fine now. Recovery hag patched me up.” Young Bakugo rested his own hand on the aforementioned shoulder. The blonde refusing to look at the older man. There was a beat of silence that carried on for many moments.

The video replayed. Once. Twice.

Red eyes glued themselves to the screen.

“Thank you…for this.”

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Alright! Here’s another chapter! Sorry it’s short but I didn‘t feel like making it longer tbh. Anyways I have news for anybody craving some smut! The sister book to this story “…and they fuck themselves” is now out! So go check it out if your thirsty for some bakudekutodo smut content!

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"Oi, Izuku...open up." Adult Katsuki rapped his hand on the teens door. It wasn't locked and he could easily blast it open if it were, but this Katsuki was a pro and he had a more practiced politeness. One that had taken him many hours of training to achieve.That said he was still Katsuki Bakugo, and he didn't like to wait for very long especially when Izuku was involved.

He sighed as there was no answer. Just the sound of a desk drawer opening. Which meant Izuku was in there but Katsuki was being ignored. "You really going to make me talk to a door dumbass?"

The seconds ticked by. His patience was thinning. He was trying to be polite for this little broccoli head, but Izuku was making it very hard for him.

He kicked the door more harshly. The wood vibrated in protest, it might've shook the walls inside the room too, but it seemed to get the teens attention.

Not a moment later the teen poked his head out of his door.

Izuku's eyes were red and puffy, a headphone-that really archaic kind that still dangled on a wire-was plucked out of his ear-it's twin hanging down between the green laces of his hoodie. The teens lips parted, a curious look in his green eyes.

"Dynamight?" He opened the door a little wider. "What are you doing here...?"

"Protection detail." Katsuki raised a single finger gaze hardening as Izuku's lips parted further about to protest. "Don't be a dipshit. You need one. Nonnegotiable. Let me in."

The man's tone held no room for debate.

"Oh. Uh, yeah...okay..." Izuku stepped aside, sheepishly shuffling to let Katsuki squeeze through the small space between the door and the wall.

The pro sauntered into the dorm room.

There were tissues littering the bed. As if Izuku's eyes hadn't been evidence enough of tears. Katsuki wished they were evidence that the kid had been up to something more fun, but no. Izuku was feeling down. He could tell. Katsuki just knew he was responsible. Somehow. Some version. Whether it was young him or the current him. He was to blame.

Katsuki leaned against the teens desk like he owned it. He picked up an All Might figurine that was haphazardly on its side. There was no doubt it had been propelled from the shelf due to his earlier impatience. He twisted, eyes flicking around the figurine laden shelves behind him and -Ah there was the gap. He returned the figurine to its rightful place with a revered gentleness.

"Uh...sorry about the mess. Everywhere..." Izuku hurriedly swiped his snot rags into the trash, trying to tidy up at least a bit. "...I wasn't expecting company."

"No shit, you turned tail after class before we could split. You're lucky I remember what floor your on." Katsuki bent his leg, resting his ankle on his calf. "Knocking on every door would've been a bitch."

"Right, uh..." Izuku picked up his notebook awkwardly. He wiped at his nose with his sleeve. "...so, um, Dynamight I still have homework I have to do so.." He reached around the hero to grab a pen and sat down at his desk chair. He still had room to work even if the pro didn't move.

"Kacchan."

"Huh?" Izuku paused in his movements as the older man spoke the nickname.

"Quit it with the Dynamights. We're not in the field...I'm not teaching or some shit. The me your age isn't around." The pro looked at Izuku. The teen pinned by a mere stare. Not by it's harshness, but by its tenderness. It was like he was stuck in thickening candy apple mix. "It's Kacchan. Same as it's been since we were four. 'Kay Izzie?"

Izuku nearly dropped his pencil. That nickname. He hadn't heard it pass Katsuki Bakugo's lips in so long and hearing it again now was just....  "Uh, okay Kacchan." Deku ducked his head. "Whatever you want." Izuku swallowed. "I-I have to focus on this now."

Katsuki smiled and ruffled his hair. "You hop to it then...I'm not even here."

But he was here.

Izuku couldn't ignore that. Couldn't ignore him.

It wasn't that Kacchan was being disruptive. Not in the slightest. He was really just sitting there next to him, playing some game on his phone. He was being quieter than Koda in a strip mall. But the afternoon sun was streaming through Izuku's balcony door. This explosive murder god of a man was getting bathed in sunlight.

Izuku had made the mistake of stealing a glance at him. He couldn't stop staring at him.

He looked like an Angel. His eyes...his hair...his skin...he looked absolutely perfect. Like he'd been plucked straight out of a movie or a dream. He did his best to carve every detail of this Kacchan into his memory. He was so beautiful. So handsome. So...amazing.

Izuku didn't know how long he had his sights set on this Kacchan but it must have been awhile because the pro was admonishing him.

"There a reason I don't hear that pencil moving?"

Izuku tensed up. Right. His homework. His eyes returned to his work. He bit his lip.

He couldn't focus like this. His thoughts were still a mess. How could someone as perfect as Kacchan ever want someone like him?

"What's wrong?" The Pro's brilliant sharp red eyes shifted to Izuku. "You stuck? Need help?"

"No, no...I'm okay..." the teen insisted. "Could you move over there?" He moved his arm to block his face, shield Kacchan from his line of sight. "Please? I think I need more room."

The Pro shrugged and moved over to lie on Izuku's bed. He made himself comfortable propped his feet up so his boots hung off the beds edge and messed with Izuku's pillows til he had them how he wanted. The teen could see him in the reflection of his desk lamp. A Kacchan lying in his bed. Crap this was so much worse than having him right there.

Izuku wished his brain would shut up. But it wouldn't. This was never going to happen again, it taunted. He'd never have Kacchan so relaxed around him. Not in his timeline. No way. This future version was nothing but a terrible tease. It would never be real.

Water droplets hit his notebook paper. He still had some tears left to shed for his future. His hand covered his mouth, this was no time to cry. Kacchan-

Kacchan's arms circled around him. Strong and secure, yet also so warm. Izuku hadn't even heard him move.

"Fucking knew you were upset." The man huffed. He rolled him away from his desk. He wasn't going to be responsible for ruining another notebook. "Cmere."

He pulled the teen closer to his chest.

"No! Stop-this-this is cruel!" Izuku shoved him away.

Kacchan's eyebrows rose. He looked at Izuku in surprise. "Cruel?" How the fuck was he being cruel? He was just trying to give the kid a hug.

"Yes..." Izuku insisted tearfully. "...cause my Kacchan's never going to hold me like that."

Oh, that was why. Katsuki was going to strangle himself later, he swore.

"I know why you might think that. I was an asshole when I was your age, but things are different in the future. I swear. You, me, Shouto-Hell, even just things between me and you. We're closer than we've ever been. We got real comfortable being that way. I saw the way you looked at us when we were talking to All Might. It's hard to keep our distance when there isn't any between us anymore.I'm sorry if us getting all touchy feely hurt you." Katsuki bent down. "I'm not trying to be cruel here. But when I see you crying like this...I'm gonna reach out and comfort you." He took the teen back into his arms. "Cause we're partners in the future...that's not gonna change." He pressed a kiss into his hair. "I love you, Izuku."

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And that's where this chapter ends! I don't know why my brains suddenly like get some hurt/comfort in here but that's what's happening! Anyways, Next chapter will be out soon so stay tuned!

1. Thoughts on the chapter? What did you think of it? Be honest! The feedback would be much appreciated!

2. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me!

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"You didn't have to walk me back." Shouto told Deku as he adjusted his bookbag.

"I know. I wanted to make sure you were safe, and I didn't feel like trailing after you like a creeper. Someone not in the loop might've called the cops on me or something and the less people who know a future version of me is on UA grounds the better, you know?"

"I guess that makes sense." Shouto agreed, even though it really made zero sense, but Izuku was an adult and thus most likely right. So he didn't question the pros logic.

Shouto played with his bag strap as they walked along the side walk. "Would you mind if I asked you some things about the future?"

"Course you can, Sho." Izuku smiled. "Ask me anything."

"Are Bakugo and I actually fucking or are you three messing with us?"

Izuku's smile widened. "Actually fucking."

"Do you and I fuck as well?"

"We all do it together a lot of the time. Are all these questions going to be about our sex lives?"

"Maybe half of them...is that okay?"

"It's fine since the rest of the class isn't around." Izuku shoved his hands in his pockets, "But I'm not telling you anything specific. Fair enough?"

"I guess." Shouto frowned. "There's just a lot I want to know...a lot that I'm confused about...how the hell did I end up having sex with Bakugo? And you? Isn't it...strange?"

"There are a lot of different types of relationships. Ours isn't any different."

"Wait." The young Todoroki stopped. "We're in a relationship? It's not just sex?"

"Just sex? No. No, Shouto. We're married. All three of us." Izuku denied. "It hasn't been just sex for a long time." Izuku paused as well. "I probably shouldn't have told you that."

Izuku studied the teen. "Are you okay?"

"I-"

"Young-ah not so young Midoriya!" All Might waved Izuku down. The man rushing after the two. "I forgot to give this to you three."

Deku looked down at the envelope in his hands. For some reason it felt heavy.  "Uh, thanks, All Might."

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"An alumni party?" Adult Katsuki demanded around nine that night. All three of their younger selves tucked safe in their dorm rooms for the night. The future selves were in the dorms kitchen cooking themselves a late night snack. They were starving after so much patrolling. "No fucking way are we going to that, Izuku. My social battery has been completely zapped."

"But All Might invited us Kacchan!"

"You know how I feel about formal events." Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Fuck that noise."

"Sho back me up!" Izuku pleaded turning to his other husband with great big pleading green eyes.

"I don't mind them that much." Shouto spoke up slurping his cold soba. "Parties are nice sometimes. It could be interesting seeing our teachers in a new light that we didn't get to before."

"Glad you feel that way, princess." Katsuki angled his head in irritation. "You can take 'Zuzu. I'm not going. I'll stay and patrol."

Shouto frowned at his husband. He swallowed his noodles, but the food wasn't responsible for the sinking feeling in his gut. "I...actually don't feel comfortable going without you."

"Fucking why?" Katsuki groaned slumping down at a bar stool. "I hate parties like this. What's wrong with you and Izzie having a solo night?"

"Nothing. That's not the problem. It's just...I'd feel safer...if you went." Shouto paused, mismatched heterochromia finding the countertop very interesting. "If it's an alumni event, and All Mights going, then my old man is probably going to be attending too." Todoroki scratched lightly at a juice stain on the counter. "Haven't seen him since your Dad clocked him at our wedding."

"Tch, Still can't believe it took him getting punched in the face on live tv to respect a fucking restraining order." Bakugo scowled. "Piece of flaming shit."

Izuku frowned. "I didn't even think that endeavor might show up to this kind of thing."

"It's fine, Izuku." Shouto insisted.

"It's not. Forget about it." Izuku denied resting his hand on Shouto's. "We don't need to go. Kacchan's right. It's probably going to be lame anyways. We can do something else. Like a movie date night...we can watch some old favorites."

"Fuck that. We're not skipping out on this because of endeavwhore." Katsuki denied. "You two want to go? Fine. We can go."

"You'll come?" Todoroki looked surprised.

"I'll always come for you, Icyhotness." Katsuki lightly scuffed a fist at his chin. He hooked his fingers underneath the dual tone haired man's jaw. Katsuki tilted his head Ruby eyes locked onto Shouto's. "Don't you know that by now?"

Todoroki huffed out a laugh. Eyelids lowering. A smile back on his face as Bakugo leaned in and gave him a deep tender kiss.

Izuku wrapped his arms around both of them, taking in the lovely moment green eyes soft with amusement. He didn't feel the need to admonish them now that they were alone.

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And that's where this chapter ends! We're going for short but frequent chapters so stay tuned for the next one! It should be out soon!

1. Thoughts on this chapter? I know Deku and shoto's moment got cut a little short there but they'll have time to make it up sometime later probably. I just had a lil idea and ran with it hope you guys don't mind.

2. Who should be at this alum party? Any requests/interactions you want me to include?

3. Would you like to find out how the boys first got together? If so, Should it be something explained at the party to a curious pro or should it be explained later to the teen boys?

4. Should the future todobakudeku reveal stuff about their friends future while their hanging out with them? Like if Jiro has a music career on the side and the bakusquad starred in it-like stuff like that.

5. Would you like me to write a oneshot about todobakudeku's wedding day?

6. Just checking in but how do you think I'm doing with the boys characterization thus far? Be honest.

7. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me!

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They decided to show up late to the party, the trio hell bent on taking stock of all who were attending before they entered themselves. They needed to mentally and emotionally prepare if they were going to be interacting with a lot of pros that had passed on.

Luckily the event was on the top floor and there was a nice skylight for the adult trio to peer through.

"All Might, Endeavor, Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, Best Jeanist, Principal Nezu, Hawks-" Izuku muttered as he peered through the buildings sky light.

"Hawks?" Bakugo scowled, clenching his fist. "What the fuck is he doing here? He's not a fucking Alum!"

"Keep it down, Katsuki." Shouto muttered eyes glued on his father. The man's face scar looked fresh. These really were the early days.  "The music in there isn't that loud. They'll catch us surveying."

"I don't give a fuck! I signed up for dropkicking your dad in the dick, not to be stuck in a room with that glorified feather duster!" Small explosions popped in Katsuki's hands. His eye twitched. "Fucking hate that hawks bastard!"

"Aaanndd All Might just spotted us." Izuku hung his head in shame. He smiled sheepishly and waved down at the pro before he slid out of the windows view. Kacchan's explosions always did tend to draw people's attention. "We've got to go in there now. I was hoping we'd have more time but..."  Izuku sighed, "Guess not." He looked apologetically towards Shouto. "Are you sure you want to go?"

"I am" Shouto shifted his gaze from Izuku to a pissy Katsuki. "Katsuki doesn't seem to be though."

"Kacchan?" Izuku looked for confirmation.

"I-Fuck. Give me a second." More explosions crackled as he flexed his fingers. "Fucking hate this shit." He leaned towards the skylight window squinting through it. "What's the feather fucker wearing? Oh, he's going for that look? Two can play this fucking game."

Katsuki ripped off his red tie and unbuttoned his vest. He exploded both undoing all of yaoyoruzu's hard work creating the requested items for the men. He furiously rolled up his jet black shirt sleeves muttering curses towards hawks under his breath as he did so.

"Are you serious right now? It's an alumnai party. Not a fashion show. You don't need to try to compete with him." Shouto rested a hand on his hip. "Is this about that issue of heroes sexiest man alive again? The thing was rigged Katsuki. He had the straight vote and the media was making all kinds of cheating allegations against us of course he-"

"Shut the hell up about that!" Katsuki snapped. "It has nothing to do with anything. It was one issue!"

Todoroki rolled his eyes. Bullshit it didn't.
"You're impossible." He huffed, but honestly, Katsuki's feelings over hawks presence was a welcome distraction from facing his own worries about seeing his father again.

He could go without seeing him ever again.

"But you love me." Katsuki unbuttoned his top few buttons. He paused and took a deep breath. "Only doing this because I love you two..." he set off a few more small explosions to clear the nervous sweat from his palms and calmed. "...fuck it. Let's go."

Katsuki opened the roof access door.

"You look very sexy, Kacchan. Way better than that nasty hawks," Izuku kissed Katsuki on the cheek and winked at him before he hopped down the stairs. "You're gonna blow everyone's minds looking so good."

"Yeah?" Katsuki's red eyed flicked from Deku's back to Shouto for further confirmation.

"Like I said," Shouto slipped past him, lips quirked upwards. "it's not even a contest."

Though this time Shouto's words took on a different meaning and it made Katsuki's chest swell in pride.

As they descended the stairs, the distraction that Katsuki's temper previously provided Shouto started to fade down and without it his own worries about the party were resurfacing.

They were going to have fun. They always had fun together. That wasn't the issue. His father was. He always was. The prospect of hearing that guy so much as say his name was making his gut twist. But today was not going to be the day that he cowered away from a good time because of his old man. No. Fuck him.

His right fist clenched. The temperature in the stairwell dropping as he grit his teeth.

A steadying hand squeezing his shoulder halted the temperature's dipping any further.

Todoroki knew the grip all too well. Allowed it to coax his tense body into the safety of his husband's side.

While Izuku was content to leap down the stairs like a jack rabbit, Katsuki kept pace with him. Remained at his side. Held him as they made their way down.

Bakugo was warm. As always. Shouto nuzzled lightly into the explosive man's neck, trusting his husband to keep him from taking any tumbles. He breathed in, smelling the burnt caramel of his freshly used quirk and the citrus of his shampoo.

"Thank you, Katsuki." Shouto murmured.

"Yeah, Yeah." Katsuki huffed, giving him a squeeze. He pressed a kiss against Shouto's temple.  "Don't worry. I've got you."

Really, Shouto never felt safer.

Izuku was frowning at them once they reached the landing they wanted. The greenette having gotten there a few seconds prior. "The stairs got a little frosty. Are you okay, Sho?"

"Better now." Shouto nodded. "Kats has me."

Izuku smiled at that. "Alright. I've got you too if you need me."

"Tch. Like he doesn't know that you sap." Katsuki reached out with his free hand to tug lightly on Izuku's collar making him giggle.

"Reminders never hurt, Kacchan."

"Hmph, sure they don't."

Strobe lights and a pounding base assaulted their senses the second the trio hit the crowded party floor.

"Ah! Boys glad you found your way inside." All Might smiled at them. "I thought you three weren't coming for a second there."

"And miss hanging out with you? No way." Izuku denied giving his mentor a great big hug just because he could. "It's not everyday we get to come to a party like this." Izuku turned back to his husbands. "Right guys?"

"Yeah..."Bakugo nodded as Shouto remained rather silent. Endeavor was looking at them. "...is there any booze?"Bakugo rested a hand on Shouto's chest. "Think our molten snowflake here could use a drink."

"Punchbowls in the corner. You boys can help yourselves," All Might smiled, "You'll have to enjoy it for me. My injury doesn't let me drink like I used to."

"Will do, All Might." Deku grinned, him and his husbands making their way over to the alcohol post haste.

Shouto iced all their glasses as the punch was poured. Did his best to ignore his father's heated gaze and focus on the grounding weight of Katsuki's arm on his shoulders.

"If it isn't the men of the hour." Present Mic noticed the trio and waved his hand from where he was djing."Shouta! Our students are in the house yo!"

"I can see that." Aizawa huffed tiredly.

Katsuki snickered into his punch. Aizawa didn't look happy to see them from where he leaned against the wall. "What's the matter teach? Were we a little rowdy in class today? A fight break out or something?"

"No fights." Aizawa sighed. "Just endless gossip." The man looked so tired. "Did you three really have sex in ground beta last night?"

"We were planning to." Shouto answered. "But we didn't get around to it. Time travel really zapped our energy. Maybe tonight though..." Shouto looked at Bakugo hopefully.

"...why the fuck not." Bakugo agreed with a smirk.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. He regretted asking. He damned his curiosity. "I have to teach you tomorrow."

"Sorry, Mr. Aizawa." Izuku apologized, and shot his husband dirty looks. They each stared innocently back.

"Oh boys, boys, boys, don't apologize." Miss Midnight walked over. "There's nothing wrong with having a healthy sex life."

"See Izzy?" Katsuki smirked. "Midnight gets it."

Izuku just shook his head face heated.

"SHOUTO!" Endeavors voice boomed over the music from across the room. "The rumors are true. My son straight from the future..."

"Not sure about the straight part." Katsuki muttered into Shouto's ear. "Who's gonna tell him?"

Shouto cracked a small smile.

"Shh." Izuku pinched Katsuki's side lightly. "Kacchan, he's coming over!"

"I know." Katsuki kept his voice low. "Should we thank him for being such a shithead?" Katsuki's eyes flicked from endeavors approaching form to Shouto. Red eyes containing more fire than the suns surface. "If it weren't for him...we might not even be together."

Shouto hummed thoughtfully. He remembered it like it was yesterday. The quirk marriage that his father had tried to set him up in with Yaoyorozu. Izuku his freshly minted boyfriend after years of UA friendship, scared to lose him and not yet ready to come out for fear of disappointing his mom or All Might or the damned hero commission, but needing to in order to stop the engagement. And then Katsuki fucking Bakugo, best hero partner Izuku could ask for, blowing up all their love lives to save the day.

The blonde becoming Shouto's fake boyfriend to protect the identity of his real boyfriend who Katsuki actually had feelings for, and who secretly also had feelings for Katsuki but assumed they'd have never been requited hence why he'd let himself fall for anyone else. Of course he and Katsuki had managed to catch feelings for each other too in the process.

It was so all fucked. So messy. The best intentions that could have very well ended in heartbreak for them all. But it didn't.

They dated.

They got married.

Everything was good now.

Yes.

Shouto reminded himself.

He leant back into Katsuki and held Izuku's free hand as his Father stood before him.

Even if they were stuck in the past waiting for a dumbass villain to show. Biding their time with a lameass alumnai party that was thrown together within half a day.

Everything was good.

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Alright that was this chapter! Hope you guys liked it! Stay tuned for more! You'll get more of the party next chapter or maybe the chapter after depending on when I cut back to the kids-this just felt like a good stopping point to me.

1. What did you think of this chapter? Like it? Hate it? Love it? You tell me!

2. So what did you think of the tease of the couples origins? Should I make a prequel fic? Would you be interested in reading about this trio getting together?

3. Does anybody have any good fic recs for Todobaku or Bakudeku or todobakudeku? I'm craving a good Bakugo fic of some kind but like it's so hard finding anything good.

4. Is there anything about their future lives that you'd really like to know?

5. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me!

Chapter Text

Katsuki eyed Endeavor in complete disdain. "Shouldn't the number one hero be out fighting crime? Why are you even here?"

"I took the night off. I'll get an alert if there's trouble." Endeavor answered, though his eyes were set firmly on his son. "I couldn't miss seeing Shouto all grown up."

"Well, you saw him." Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Now you can leave us alone."

Endeavor scoffed at the notion. "Don't be ridiculous."

Endeavor waved Katsuki's order off like it were a suggestion.

"Shouto, you and your hero partners, must tell me all about the future." Endeavor had this excited gleam in his eye at the very prospect.

"No," Shouto murmured, clenching tighter on Izuku's hand. He stared into the depths of his drink. Felt Katsuki's palm start to warm on his shoulder. Though in truth, he wasn't exactly sure which one of them was the cause of that.  "I don't think I will."

Shouto turned his head to Katsuki gauging him, seeing the anger simmering in eyes put him at ease. He turned to Izuku with his own pleading look. "We got our drinks. Can we go dance now?"

Izuku grinned. "Course we can. It's a party afterall." He tugged Shouto by the hand. Katsuki let Shouto slide free of his arm. He shot Izuku a look and the green eyed one gave the subtlest of nods in return.

There was a message in Izuku's eyes.

Katsuki could read it loud and clear.

Give him hell.

"What?" Endeavor demanded eyes narrowed. "Where are you going? Don't ignore me, Shouto! Our conversations just started!"

"Looks like that conversation died. Shouto's not telling you shit." Katsuki sneered, hand settling on his hip as he moved to block Endeavors line of vision from his husbands. "And neither will Izuku or I. So, fuck off. You're not ruining our night asshole. Leave us alone. I'm not telling you again."

"He's my son." Endeavor glowered in return, as if that gave him every right to fuck up their night and gouge them for answers about a time he'd yet to experience.

"Yeah, and isn't that fuckin' unfortunate." Katsuki took a sip of his drink and scowled pulling his cup far from his lips. "Ugh, seeing so much of your shit face is putting a bitter taste in my mouth. I don't want to pass that onto Shouto when we're making out later.  Thought the drink would help but..." Katsuki grimaced. "Here. Consider this a parting gift." He shoved his drink into endeavors chest. Crushing the plastic cup under his palm, soiling the other man's shirt.

Unnecessary maybe. Provocative on Katsuki's part. But fuck this guy. He didn't get to march up to Shouto like he was father of the year and demand to know about their lives.

The cup clattered to the floor as Katsuki rested his heated (now also sticky) palm against the other man's shirt. Quirk not yet sparking, but close. Smoke billowing up. It was tempting to light the bastard on fire even if it really wouldn't hurt him much. The sight would still be satisfying, but he refrained. He wasn't trying to get himself kicked out of here.

"Shouto doesn't want to see you. He doesn't want to talk to you." His voice full of menace for the older man. "You can learn about the future the same way everyone else does. When it gets to you. Cause you're abusive ass is undeserving of a sneak preview." He shoved endeavor back. Just a few steps.  The man almost went into the punch bowl.

"Hey, hey, hey now-no need to ruffle anyone's feathers." Hawks hurried over hands raised unsure of which one was actually creating the smoke between them. "This is a party. Let's not start any fires here."

"Wasn't planning on it, molt mouth."

"Bakugo, aren't you a little old for me to tell you no shoving?" Aizawa looked at his former student with an unimpressed look. No one having heard his and Endeavors discussion over the music.

"Tch. This hack of a hero thinks he's entitled to a conversation. He's not." Katsuki's head tilted in a smoldering rage. "I'm just making that clear." Katsuki set off a small explosion in his hand to rid it of it's stickiness.  "Number one to Number one."

Katsuki stood tall in face of each of these top heroes. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my husbands expect me on the dance floor." His fist unclenched, he knocked his shoulder into Hawks' as he passed him by.

Because fuck him too.

Katsuki didn't give a damn how many teachers or pros were looking at him after that little outburst. He'd been pretty quiet with his tone all things considered. He was known for his anger issues at this time afterall. He didn't get the beast of 1-A nickname for nothing. If he wrecked this whole party for them and made a weird atmosphere, oh well.

Fuck everyone else too.

Within a few strides into the strobe lights Shouto had his arms wrapped around Katsuki's slim waist, and he could feel Shouto's smile against his neck as they swayed incredibly offbeat. A whispered 'thank you' for dealing with his old man near his ear. Deku was dancing all around them. Katsuki reached out his hand to twirl the nerd around and he shared a smile with Izuku as he matched his footwork and tugged him against his chest.

They tore up the dance floor. Had a grand ole time. They let themselves sink into each others touches. Kisses stolen at random points.

Endeavor got called away before he could make the fatal mistake of approaching them again.
But of course; that wasn't going to be the last they were going to see of him while they were back in this time.

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Here's the party pt 2! I hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter will be out soon! So, Stay tuned guys!

1. Thoughts on this chapter? Was it what you were hoping for or a bit of a let down? Be honest. I'm just curious.

2. Out of their other young classmates who would you like to see the older trio interact with the most?

3. Should the future trio school class b? Or should we just stick with them paling around with 1a?

4. Should the faculty start making bets about when the past trio is gonna get together? Or nah?

5. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me!

Chapter Text

He probably shouldn't be doing this, Izuku knew. Their older selves had told them to stay in their rooms until morning, no exceptions, but Izuku couldn't sleep. Again. He was restless. He couldn't just stay in bed.

So he went outside to train.

There were so many stars out tonight. All twinkling brightly, spattering the dark sky.

But Izuku didn't stop to enjoy the view.

No. He came out here for a reason.

He tossed his notebook onto the grass. It landed flipped open to some notes he'd taken on the number 5 hero Mirko. He started practicing his kicks. Leg arcing around as he jumped into the air each time. Copying her lunar crescent was a hell of a lot harder than he thought it would be.

He got so into his training he didn't notice he had company after a while.

"Isn't it a little late to be training?" Todoroki made himself known, walking out the UA back doors with a steaming cup of jasmine tea in his left hand. His short sleeve sleep shirt blowing in the night breeze.

Izuku paused in his endless kicking, chest heaving as he eyed his friend. The green lightning that always flickered around him when he used one for all died down.

Before Izuku could answer, footsteps loud and quick, sounded on the nearby trail. In seconds a familiar angry blonde came hurtling out of the bushes.

"Fuck!" A vehement curse spewed from Bakugo's lips he barely skidded to the side to avoid slamming into Deku. He narrowed his eyes at the greenette. "What the hell! How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my way, Deku!?" He grabbed the front of his shirt. "Who stands right at the trail entrance anyways? You trying to get run over!"

"Kacchan! Shh! People are sleeping in the dorms. You'll wake them!" Izuku flinched back from him. "And anyways I didn't think you'd be out here this time of night." Izuku scrambled. "This isn't your usual time for a run."

"Why the fuck do you know that!?" He shook him harshly. "I'll kill you!"

"That wouldn't be wise." Shouto spoke up taking a quick sip of his tea. "I'd witness it all."

"Shut up!" Bakugo fumed. "I'll kill you too, icy hot!"

"Think I'd prefer that to being in a relationship with you." Shouto lowered his teacup.

The words hung in the air. Heavy and cold.

Even if Shouto hadn't meant them to be biting the words tore into Katsuki.

"Fuck you." The blonde replied, but it was missing its usual ferocity. No. The reply was fragile as glass. Bangs shadowed Katsuki's eyes as he dropped Izuku down.

"Relationship...?" Izuku asked taking his eyes off Katsuki looking to Shouto in confusion.

"Yeah, your future self said we were all married..." Shouto revealed. "...in the future."

"Oh." Izuku blinked. Thinking back on it Izuku had assumed older Kacchan meant he was his partner like-as a hero duo but maybe he really meant that word romantically? Huh. "That..." Izuku mulled the new information over. "...that makes a lot of sense actually."

"Like hell it does." Katsuki protested back of his fist sliding against his face. It was hard to tell if he'd wiped at his eyes or just cleared some sweat from his forehead. "Marriage is crap-! And so's the future! Fuck! I don't want think about any of this shit!"

Bakugo spun around headed for the woods again.

"Is that why you're out here running in the middle of the night?" Shouto tilted his head. "You trying to clear your head or something?"

"Fuck off, Icy bastard." Bakugo clenched his fists. "It's too late for this shit."

Todoroki frowned into his cup. "My tea's not working."

"Huh?" Bakugo tilted his head back at him pausing. More than a bit confused by the statement.

"I thought it would help me relax. Make me tired." Shouto sighed. "It's not."

Bakugo pressed his lips together, fists clenched. He eyed the notebook on the ground. "Not my problem. Find your own fix." He turned to Deku. "Oi. Deku. You training?"

"Uh, kinda...nothing major." Izuku was nervous as he spoke. Like anything he said would make Katsuki run away. Something seemed off about him tonight or maybe Izuku selfishly missed the older version.  "Just practicing some kicks."

"Want something to kick at 'stead of air?"

"Oh, uh...that's nice of you to offer Kacchan. Thanks, but...if Mr. Aizawa catches us sparring unsupervised in the middle of the night again...we might actually get expelled. Besides, I wouldn't really saying my trainings helping."
Izuku denied twiddling his thumbs. "I mean. Physically a little, but...my minds still a mess about...well, everything." He looked between Shouto and Kacchan. "I take it it's the same for the two of you, huh?"

Katsuki didn't answer, merely looked away, and Shouto shrugged his ascent.

"In that case, maybe we could all uh...talk? Maybe?"

"Talking about it requires thinking about it you damned nerd!" Katsuki glared. "I just said I didn't want to do that."

"Yeah, I know, but...you're still standing here. Probably still thinking about it. I know I am. So safe to say there's a part of you that does want to talk about it." Izuku pressed. "And I don't know about you but I don't want to spend another night lying in bed driving myself crazy thinking about...things. Please Kacchan? How are we supposed to grow up to be the wonder duo-"

"Don't call us that!" Katsuki snarled explosions popping from his hands.

"Why not? We came up with that name together." The words were murmured. "Before...before I screwed up."

"Screwed up?" Shouto tilted his head completely lost about the past they shared.

"When I didn't get my quirk when I was supposed to. It ruined everything. I ruined everything-"

"Shut up, Deku."

"No. I won't. It's not like before! I have a quirk now, Kacchan! We can do it. We can be heroes together-not just heroes. We can," Izuku's mouth felt impossibly dry. "We can be partners. With Todoroki too."

"Oh. Little heroes." A voice smooth as silk chimed from the tree tops above them. The three boys went rigid heads spinning to the source. "That will never come to be. Such fear filled snacks your about to make for me."

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Dun. Dun. Dun. And that's where this chapter ends!!! 1,000 words seems to be my sweet spot with this story so that's what we're going with. But like actually-this felt like the best place to stop haha. I love my cliffhangers hehe. Next chapter will be out soon guys! Hope you enjoyed this one! Stay tuned!

1. Just cause I'm curious, what's the age range of my audience on here? Like how old are you?

2. The young trios got a lotta shit they need to work out Huh? Poor baby Kacchan got his feelings hurt. Shouto should really be more careful he doesn't need to use his fire to burn people lol. There was going to be a question to this one somewhere but I just got a case of the ramblies. Um, so those are my thoughts on this chapter, what are yours?

3. Pick a number. 4 or 5?

4. Who would win in a fight? Izuku or a bubble bath that gained sentience?

5.  I have this idea for a fic where Katsuki, Shouto, Izuku- maybe a handful of other UA classmates (though I haven't decided which ones) get stranded in the wilderness in a plane crash of some kind after coming back from a school trip. Maybe on a mountain somewhere so there are alot of different terrains... Would anyone be interested in reading a fic like that?

6. What are you thirsting for in a fic? Like what would your dream MHA fic be like?

7. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me?

Chapter Text

Moonlight shone down upon the treetops. Glittering silken strands of white webbing lay strewn across the green leafy branches. Standing a top them was a future villain the past trio had yet to officially meet. The woman who had threatened the boys of the past had ash gray spider legs jutting out of her sides, pincers sticking out of her temples, and six beady unblinking eyes spanning the length of her forehead. She leered down at them, crimson lipstick stretching just above two sets of fangs that dripped with some some sort of green venom.

The boys stood frozen. Minds calculating, silently frantic. They weren't that far from the dorms. A quick sprint would get them there- a burst of full cowl, a blast of fire and a good explosion would hurtle them to the safety of the dorms interior. No sweat. They could lock the doors on her if they were lucky, or Todoroki could freeze them shut while Izuku called for help and Bakugo locked the dorm down.

But no. That wouldn't work so smoothly. Something was wrong. They all knew it. This villain had gotten onto UA grounds without triggering a single security measure. There should already be a blaring alarm ringing throughout campus. But there wasn't. So, was this woman just super sneaky? Or had the defense systems in place somehow been disabled? If that was the case, did that mean they would be putting their friends in danger if they went inside? It was the middle of the night. Even late night owls like Kaminari and Mina would be fast asleep by now.

This was bad.

They had to-

The woman leapt from the tree fangs bared. Webbing shot out of her mouth from a hole in her tongue. Her fangs pivoted and acid coated the silken thread as it spewed from her mouth. She aimed her attack at Izuku, who was lost in his own racing mind as he searched his thoughts for possibilities of escape.

"Midoriya! Look out!" Todoroki yelled dropping his tea, ice shooting from his foot to try and block the spider woman, but she used the pincers at her temples to slice straight through the frigid ice wall like it was nothing.

The greenette processed the dual quirk user's words a moment too late. He summoned one for all, but by that point the acid soaked silk she was puking up was about an inch away.

He didn't have time to dodge.

Izuku bent his knees, bracing for the pain that was to come. He anticipated the feeling of his flesh burning off. He put up his arms, trying to protect his face, wincing his eyes shut in preparation to face the initial burning sting.

But it never came.

Instead he smelled smoke, and a hint of caramel as he breathed in sharply. The rush of wind near his face was accompanied by a loud boom and... a scream.

He knew that voice. He never wanted to hear it in such furious agony.

Izuku's eyes snapped open just in time to see Bakugo in mid air just before him. The woman's acid coated silk clutched in his hand, raveled around his wrist. The explosive boy whirled above the tree line twisting in the air, taking the woman for a joyride into the sky as she made an awful screeching sound. Once he was high enough Bakugo flung the spider woman away from them as hard as he could using an explosion to incinerate the silken end he had caught and blast her even further away.

It was too dark to see where she ended up and he wasn't tailing after her to find out.

Katsuki landed crouched on the ground, gritting his teeth as he gripped his reddened right wrist. Blood dripped from his skin, a raw blistering line etched over his palm where he'd gripped the attack.

"Kacchan!" Izuku rushed over to him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" He closed his fist to hide the wound, wincing at the pain the action caused. "Fuck. That explosion I threw at her isn't gonna keep her down long."Katsuki insisted as he rose to his feet.  "We've gotta go. Now."

Katsuki used his good hand to grab Deku's shirt and tug him towards the forest trails.

"Kacchan wait-my notebook-!" The greenette flailed, barely having time to scoop up his notebook as he stumbled after the blonde.

"Hurry it up, Deku! She's not going to wait for you to get your shit together before she tries to kill us again." Katsuki snapped at him.

"Oh uh right." Deku frowned at the notebooks front cover. "Guess...this thing isn't all that important right now...given the fact that she wants to eat us..."

"No shit!" Katsuki's palm crackled with a small explosion. He winced as it irritated his injury. "Urgh, quit being stupid! Just fucking Cmon!"

"We should be going to the dorms." Shouto frowned, not liking the direction they were heading in as he followed after the two. "An area like this gives her the advantage. I can't use my fire and you-"

"Tch...don't you be stupid too." Katsuki's lip curled.  "We're not holing up in here to hide. We're taking a shortcut to Ground Beta."

"Beta? Why?" Shouto frowned, pushing his legs to move faster to keep up with Bakugo's quickened pace. Izuku seemingly wasn't struggling to keep up with the blonde at all. "Wouldn't the dorms-"

"We need to find our older selves." Katsuki bit out the words. "They'll handle this spider bitch for us. It's what they're here for. If they fucked in beta they're probably camping out there somewhere."

"Kacchan, maybe Todoroki's right. Shouldn't we warn-"

"Shut up!" Katsuki snapped. "That acidic arachnid is after us, you get that? Finding ourselves is the best way to get her off our asses. We go to the dorms we'd be endangering everyone. They wouldn't wait for teachers or heroes-those shitty extras would try to protect us. You know I'm right. They're all exhausted from our older selves training. No one is prepared for an attack. They're safer away from us."

"And if she tries attacking the dorms as a way to draw us back out?" Todoroki challenged, as he glared at Bakugo. "You ask me, you're the stupid one."

"Well I didn't fucking ask what you thought!" Katsuki grit his teeth. "I don't give a damn what you think. You disagree with me so much then fuck off! Go try your luck at the dorms and get eaten on your way there. See if I care."

"Kacchan!" Izuku berated him. "Don't say that!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" A small explosion ignited in his bad palm. "You can fuck off too, Deku!"

"Kacchan..."

"I don't need you."

The greenette sucked in a breath-eyes trembling as he stopped walking.

"Telling both your future lovers to die huh?"Todoroki glared. "Real charming."

"Would you quit bringing that shit up?" Katsuki glowered at Shouto. "You don't want to be my future anything. Well, feelings mutual half n half bastard. Come with me or don't. Whatever. Fuck you. I'm going to Beta."

"Yeah, cause splitting ups a genius idea too." Shouto held back a sigh as Katsuki kept going. He didn't move to follow this time."Damn him. Let's go, Midoriya. Bakugo's too stubborn to change his mind. We have to warn everyone."

Izuku stood motionless looking back and forth in the direction Kacchan was headed and then back at Todoroki already retreating. Something in Izuku's gut told him leaving Kacchan alone in a forest was a bad idea. Maybe it was just because of what happened at camp, but he wasn't about to leave him.

"No, Beta's too big for Kacchan to find our older selves alone, Todoroki." Izuku insisted. "And-and you saw his hand, didn't you? He's injured."

"He seemed fine to me." Shouto insisted. "Set off that explosion no problem."

"Kacchan is used to fighting through his pain, but that doesn't mean we should let him aggravate his injury. He will if he runs into spider lady before he can find our older selves. Look, I think I know a way we can go with him and still warn everyone. But you have to trust me. Please. I know Kacchan thinks he doesn't need us, but that doesn't matter. We have to help him."

Todoroki sighed. He couldn't say no when Midoriya was looking at him with such a pleading expression. "Fine. But I'm not talking to him."

"Actually, that might be for the best right now." Izuku muttered under his breath. They both hurried to catch up with Katsuki.

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Alright here's another chapter!!! Hope you enjoyed it! Poor Katsuki keeps getting hurt. I'm so evil mwahahaha.

1. Thoughts and feelings on this chapter? I'd love to hear what you thought of it!

2. Which would you rather see make an appearance in this story? A next gen bakusquad? Or a next gen Deku squad?

3. Who would make a more reliable babysitter Endeavor or Monoma?

4. Who would you rather see grown Bakugo fight without his quirk more? Hawks, or Aizawa?

5. Just cause I'm curious what made you want to read this story?

6. Should I hurt Bakugo more or give the kid a break?

7. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant, and or tell me!

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The boys made it to beta ragged and breathless. So far there was no sign of the spider villain, but they had no doubt it was only a matter of time before they'd find themselves fighting her again.

The tension between the trio was as thick as the forest brush, yet they didn't slow their pace to alleviate any of it as they traversed the dark city streets. Todoroki and Deku remained in pace with Katsuki's quick strides.

"So, what's the plan, Kacchan?" Deku asked, speaking up for the first time in a while. He'd been silent in the forest not wanting to upset Kacchan further. Though now it seemed like a better time. At least, Izuku hoped it would be. "Should we split up-I'll take the east side-Shouto can take West, and you can keep heading Nor-"

"Damnit Nerd, if we were just going to split up then you and half n half shouldn't have followed me." Bakugo stopped walking, looking down at his injured hand. It looked even worse now. Green lines spreading out along his palm. He closed it into a fist again. "We stay together."

"Thought you didn't need us." Shouto crossed his arms cooly.

"I don't." Bakugo replied, scowling over his shoulder. "But you assholes clearly need me. Searching every building on foot is fucking stupid. We use our quirks to search high and low and it could give away our location."

"And how do you suppose we search then?" Shouto challenged. "The campus systems could be down for all we know."

"Use your head." Katsuki all but growled. "We're not tipping off the spider bitch in the hopes that we'll stumble across our older selves. We have to find them before she finds us. Not have her find us again and hope they show up too idiot."

"Kacchan, please no name calling. Todoroki just asked a question." Deku held up his hands. "And he's kind of right about the alarms..."

"Even if the school systems are shutdown the beta surveillance systems are on a separate power grid from the rest of the school. They get blown up and destroyed and shit too much not to be." Katsuki sighed. "We don't have time to talk about shit. Let's just go."

"I'm getting sick of following him." Todoroki whispered softly near Midoriya s ear.

"Trust me, Todoroki. Following Kacchan in this situation is the best thing for us to do right now."

Todoroki sighed, but he wasn't about to go off on his own now so he stayed by Midoriya's side.

They went straight to the ops room where camera feed of the city usually played during class. The boys didn't have the luxury of being squeamish about potentially tuning into what could very well be a live porn session of their older selves doing something sex related. They steeled themselves for any uncomfortable sights. They flipped through the camera feed looking for any signs of life.

But there were none.

At least, none that they wanted to find.

The spider villain sauntered through the streets. Her shiny silver hair dulled by soot, and littered with crisp smoking leaves. Aside from looking a little dishelved there was confidence in the woman's every step.

She was coming for them.

Chills ran down the boys spine.

Katsuki cursed, furiously shoving Deku out of the way. He typed furiously at the keys-the blonde better at computers than both Todoroki and Deku combined.

They tried to sneak out, but ultimately failed.

So once again they ran.

The spider woman was on their heels, practically up each of their asses once they were spotted. They couldn't shake her-the most they could do was sprint and dodge-try not to get struck or even worse stuck.

It was easier said than done.

Izuku's notebook was the first casualty-pinned by webbing and then subsequently melted by the villains acid, but it was better than it having been Izuku's actual hand and it would have been - had it not been for a quick explosion (courtesy of Katsuki) propelling him out of the way in the nick of time.

"Damnit!" Shouto cursed as the ice he threw at the woman was again crushed by the pincers at her temple. He skidded back on his ice as frost creeped along his arm.  "Midoriya! Are you alright?"

"Fine!" Izuku scrambled, rushing to right himself after the forceful assisted dodge. "For now. We just have to keep her at bay until help comes." He leapt over a railing and smashed a robot with a quick shoot style. "Just keep destroying any sparring bots you see! If we destroy enough of them then principal Nezu will be alerted and he'll have this whole place on lockdown! Help should come then!"

"Don't tell me what to do, Deku!" Katsuki protested, though he did smash two training bots as he blasted past them. Twisting his body in the air to avoid a few shots of acid that were spit at him. A street sign melting close to his head as the spider woman's venom sunk into the metal. "Keep a look out for the real pros!"

"You saw the camera's! We're not here." Shouto snapped, skating on a curve of ice preparing to fire off another few shards at the woman behind them. "You're big idea is going to get us all killed!"

He swung his arm with force, letting his anger seep into the cascade of icicles that left his hand.

Though those Icicles didn't hit the spider fiend either. The woman caught the ice with a line of her webbing. She used the very ice Shouto had thrown to create a multi tailed whip with jagged icy ends.

The villain wasted no time in using her newly crafted item.

Izuku cried out in pain as his side was mutilated by the makeshift tool. He landed harshly on the ground. Blood streaming from his middle as the ice sunk into his flesh.

"Midoriya!" Todoroki yelled at the same time Katsuki took hold of the whips middle and burned through it-severing the makeshift whip in the middle before the woman could rip the shards out of Izuku and make the wound worse.

The boys dropped down in front of the injured greenette almost simultaneously. Todoroki made a defensive ring of fire around them.

"How many bots do we have to deck before a teacher shows their ass?" Katsuki complained. "Don't move, Nerd. She got you good. Icy hot don't let those pieces melt. He'll bleed out."

"It's not that bad, Kacchan." Izuku tried to sit up. Though his body screamed in protest. They had to go. They had to move. They had to get away from her!

"Bullshit it's not." Katsuki denied. "Your lucky she didn't throw in any of that acid shit. Stay down."

"We just have to hold out until someone comes. We don't have to defeat her we just-" Todoroki was cut off the spider villain's cackle outside the ring of flames. Her horrid black eyes locked onto each of them.

"Pitiful heroes! You think that rat and his lackeys can save you!?" The woman taunted, using her webbing to sling shot herself in front of them. "UA hasn't been fortified to withstand the might of the Shigaraki's Special Seven! The league of villains will triumph over you while you're still gnats learning how to fly!"

"Sh-shigaraki?" Izuku stuttered out in fright.

"Shut up!" Katsuki whipped around, firmly planting himself in front of the injured Izuku, and fired off a sizable blast at the woman. It blew a hole through Todoroki's flames and the teen was quick to ensure it closed again. But it was hard- having to use both his sides at the same time. Keep the ice shards in Midoriya cool while also using his fire to keep the flames around them roaring.

"We're not fucking bugs!" Katsuki snapped at the Villain, but he didn't move from his spot in front of Izuku. His injured hand was trembling. The green marks were starting to creep around his wrist now too.

"Oh, but you are my little fire cracker." Spider woman clung effortlessly to the side of a building. "Such a tasty little snack! I'll bite off your head and lick your bones clean."

"The only thing your going to be eating is the dirt when I put you six feet under!" Bakugo ground out, but he didn't fire off another attack. His shoulders were starting to ache. His forearms were killing him. He'd been throwing big explosions at this bitch. None had yet to really phase her. Inconvenience maybe.

Where the hell were their older selves?

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Here's another chapter! Next one's out in a little bit! Stay tuned!! No questions this time but I hope you're enjoying the story still!

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Pro Hero Deku was vomiting in the faculty bathroom. A pitiful sight really, but he was paying the price for having one too many drinks at the party.

"I think Zuku had a bit too much fun..." Adult Shouto frowned at Adult Katsuki. The future pros were all in the small bathroom. They'd come in here to make out, but Izuku really killed the mood with his retching.

"It was fun for a while." Katsuki shrugged. "Izzie just tried to drink one too many." He leaned against the stall door jam. He grimaced at his husband. "All Might didn't mean for you to make yourself sick dumbass."

"Don't be mean, Kaachan..." Izuku groaned pitifully as he rested an arm on the porcelain seat. "...the punch just snuck up on me. We don't drink the mixed stuff a lot anymore."

Shouto walked forwards bending over Izuku. He pressed a cool hand to the back of his neck.

Izuku's eyes fluttered closed. He leaned gratefully into Todoroki's cool touch. "You feeling any better?" The dual quirk user muttered in concern.

"Mm-Mm." Izuku shook his head. "My heads killing me..."

"Then let's get you to bed." Katsuki insisted, walking a few steps into the stall, scooping Izuku up before he could get a protest. "You can sleep the punch off and be all chipper in the morning."

"Yeah...I..."Izuku's eyes widened. He went rigid. "...oh no."

"Oh no?" Shouto quizzed, "What do you mean, oh no? You going to hurl again? Katsuki put him down."

"No I-danger sense. My headache. Fuck, I'm drunk. Stupid." Izuku put a hand on Katsuki's arm to silently signal that he was okay on the puking front. "Somethings going down. East corner of campus, I think. It's kinda moving...now it's all the way west." Izuku's eyes scrunched closed. He curled his head into the crook of Katsuki's neck. "...focusing's hard. Why'd you let me drink so much?"'

"You're the one who wanted to party." Katsuki replied, resisting the urge to shrug so he didn't jostle him. "Just breathe through it. You'll be fine."

Shouto  looked to Katsuki. "What do you think? Start west and work our way east?"

"No. East then head west. We hit whatever this is head on." Katsuki insisted. "'Zuku, You just keep an arm wrapped around me. I'll fly- you guide."

Izuku nodded his head in reply. "Okay, Kacchan. Just try and fly smooth, please? I really don't feel good right now."

"Let's go guys." Shouto spoke up. "There's no time to lose. This could be what we've been waiting for."

With that said, the Pillars of Peace vacated the bathroom and sprinted across the dance floor. All the merry teachers paused to look at them as they blasted through the sky scraper windows and headed off into the night.

"Such problem children...are they not adult enough to use a door?" Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, only for principal Nezu to gain his attention.

"Oh my." Nezu frowned at his tablet.

"What is it?" Aizawa looked to him.

"It seems there's unsupervised training in ground Beta. The training bots are going offline at a worrisome rate."

The pack rat frowned as he pulled up a live camera feed.

All Might paled wrenching the tablet from the rats hands. "Young Midoriya!"

The sight of Izuku lying bleeding on the ground was enough to send him into a panic. Young Bakugo looked injured as well. It made All Mights heart squeeze painfully to see those two in such a state.

"No wonder those three blasted off like that..." Midnight put a hand to her mouth. "...why haven't the alarms sounded?"

"They don't appear to be disabled." Nezu frowned. "I'll have to look into it."

"Hawks!" Jeanist rushed to the window looking out. "We should assist!"

"Right." Hawks agreed spreading his wings. "Grab hold."

All Might frowned eyeing the small specs in the distance. He knew hawks was fast but those boys were flying fast. Would hawks even be fast enough to catch up while carrying Jeanist?

He looked down at the screen in his hands. "Hang on young ones..." All Might murmured. "....help is on the way."

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And here's another chapter for ya! Next one will be out soon guys! No questions this time just tell how your feeling about this story or the events of this chapter or like anything at all really! Your comments help me stay motivated.

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Young Shouto was going to pass out. Now was not the time to do so-there was a ravenous spider villain who wanted to eat them outside his ring of flames, but he wasn't sure he had a choice in the matter. He could barely hear anything thanks to Bakugo's near constant explosions. His vision was blurring...his right hand trembled with the effort of keeping the shards in Midoriya frozen-and the ring of fire from breaking-the heat that surrounded him was beginning to become overwhelming. It was too much and not enough at the same time. There was no equilibrium. He had to cool his left, heat his right-but no-if he stopped focusing on Midoriya's wounds for even a second the shards in Midoriya would melt and he'd bleed out. If he refroze the wound then he would be stabbing him twice over and he wasn't that precise with his ice yet that he wouldn't cause further internal damage. Not to mention, he didn't trust his flames enough to cauterize anything yet.

He'd told Bakugo to stop blasting, the blonde was only making the heat surrounding them worse, but per usual he wasn't listening to a damn thing he said.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Midoriya's T-shirt.

He couldn't keep this up.

Damnit.

Izuku was still conscious. He'd laid still for a while, Katsuki had ordered him not to move, but now he was writhing under Todoroki's hand. "Midoriya lie still. You're not in a condition to fight!" Todoroki tried to scold him for struggling. His wound was serious afterall.

Midoriya's right hand fisted into Shoto's cold steaming wet shirt. He was saying something, mouth moving fast looking panicked. But he wasn't the best at reading lips. Didn't know what he was saying. Todoroki had a sneaking suspicion he was about to be flung when what little color remained in Midoriya's face suddenly drained away. His mouth stopped moving. He stared in abject horror.

Fresh tears sprung to Izuku's eyes-Shouto realized with a start those weren't from the pain. There was rage in his gaze. As he stared into Midoriya's green hues-he thought he could see why.

Almost robotically, Shouto's head turned to look back over his shoulder to make sure his unfocused vision wasn't playing tricks, but no.

There stood Bakugo. Right behind-no right in front of him. Knees bent, upper body rigid as a tree. The spider woman's webbing sticking to his right shoulder acid sizzling into's the blonde's flesh.

Bakugo took the hit for them. No. Not them. Shouto, realized. His mouth went impossibly dry. Midoriya wouldn't have been hit by that blow. He would have. Shouto had gotten so focused on patching Midoriya's wounds he'd forgotten all about protecting himself. Stupid. He cursed himself, his head swimming with heat. He couldn't look away from Bakugo. From the wound that he should have suffered, from the blood that should have been his own.

He had to do something, had to help him somehow but as usual he was too slow. Ten steps behind those two. It was Midoriya who came to Bakugo's aid. He did little more than flick his fingers- Air Force Shouto thought the move was called -but it was enough to snap the webbing and blow off some of the acid that had ate at the blonde's skin.

"I didn't need your help." Katsuki's voice cracked his right arm trembling. "Damnit nerd! You're not supposed to move!"

"You're hurt too, Kacchan." Midoriya let his arm drop, saving his strength or maybe he'd used the last of it in that attack. "Can't be still when that happens." He breathed shallowly shutting one of his eyes as he winced. "This villain is really strong."

"Tch. She's just got a good handle on her quirk." Bakugo swayed for a moment, but he steadied himself as he bent his knees. "Another few minutes and I'll squash her."

"Oh, please. You don't have minutes any-"

Dynamight's dress shoe slammed into the center of the spider woman's spine. There was a sickening crack as he fully landed on her. As she went down -head lolling back -Pro Izuku broke the pincers at the sides of her head from his position on Kacchan's back.

The woman barely had time to scream. Pro Shouto touched down and encased her in a thick block of ice when she hit the ground.

Young Shouto's flames went out as an icy breeze circled around his older self.

The top of the ice berg rattled, and steamed, then it stopped.

It was over.

They were safe.

"Lady Aracnia." Adult Shouto frowned at the woman encased in ice. He rubbed at his forehead with his thumb. "I wasn't expecting to see her."

"'Bout time, you fucker." Young Katsuki staggered, he dropped to his knees, by the way he grit his teeth it had not been a voluntary action.  "Finally decided to show up, huh? Well, I wore her down for you! You won because of me!"

"Course we did." Adult Izuku replied easily, smiling at the sound of young Kacchan's voice. "Are you guys al-" The smile vanished. "Oh."

The adult's eyes traveled to the younger versions. Tactful eyes swept over each one assessing injuries and the like. Oh no.

"Kacchan-" Adult Izuku started climbing off his husbands back.

"The healing hag! I know, I'll get her!" Dynamight snapped before he blasted off. "Don't any of you fucking die!"

"Like you guys even actually care if we do."
The reply was shaky and uncharacteristically soft.

Adult Izuku frowned eyebrows furrowing. "What? Kacchan-"

"Save it!" The smaller blonde snapped.

The Adult Shouto and Adult Izuku shared a look. Something so hurt passing between them.
Tentatively, Adult Shouto stepped towards the the young Katsuki. Though maybe he was just trying to shield his green haired husband from the blonde's stinging words.

"I kept us safe, not you!" Katsuki's voice cracked, small explosions popping as he trembled. His bangs shadowed his eyes. "Where were you when she showed up in the trees, when she sniffed us out like a bloodhound and wanted to eat us for a midnight snack, huh!?" His hand twisted into his shirt, his collar dipped down-a concerning amount of veiny green lined his skin. "You better give me one hell of a thank you, you hear!?"

Adult Shouto's eyes widened. He was by Katsuki's side in a flash-alarmed.

"Did Aracnia get you?" Adult Shouto grabbed Katsuki's arm and twisted it so he could see better. His palm, his wrist, and now halfway up his arm was stained with horrid green lines. "Damnit."

"Let go you icy fuck!" Young Bakugo ripped his arm from Shouto's hold. "I'm fine! Help 'zuku if your gonna do first aid! Your younger self's at his limit over there! It's just a fuckin acid burn the nitro in my system'll take care of it."

"Take off your shirt." Adult Shouto crouched down in front of the young Bakugo undettered and even more worried. "I need a better view of your chest."

"What? Fuck off!" Young Bakugo twisted away. "Damned pedophile! Didn't mean that kinda thank you. Don't care if we're married in the future I'm way too young for you to actually-"

"Katsuki," Shouto leveled the boy with a cold stare. "Take it off or I burn it off."

"Like hell-"

"You've been poisoned."

Oh.

Oh, Fuck.

The shirt was burned off in less than a second.

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And there's another chapter!! Next one will be out soon! Hope you like it!! Sorry for the long wait between chapters. I have covid and I feel awful. But in the meantime while your waiting more questions.

1. What did you think of this chapter? How did it make you feel? Were their moments you liked? Moments you hated? Let me know! I'd love some feedback my friends!!

2. Fave thing that happened this chapter? Excited for more?

3. Really random question- but when you're going to the beach or the pool what do you look for in a beach bag? What are some bag features you would want? What are some things that annoy you about the beach bag that you own?

4. Also random question- when wearing a swimsuit what bugs you the most? What kinds of things would you look for in a swimsuit?

5. Do you think I ask too many questions?

6. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant or tell me.

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From the look on Adult Deku's face, young Bakugo knew this was really bad. There wasn't time to wait for recovery girl. That's what grown up Icyhot said. Which is how young Bakugo found himself laid flat on his back, completely shirtless, head rested on Adult Deku's powerful thighs.

"You're going to be just fine, Kacchan." The adult murmured fingers lightly running through his hair. "You're being so brave."

"Tch...quit touching me, Damnit. I'm no where's near your husband yet, Deku." Young Bakugo snarled, but he didn't dare move from the position he'd been told to stay in. The whole point of laying down was to keep the poison from moving further into his system. It was already dangerously close to his heart as it was.

"Huh? Oh." Adult Deku's hand stilled and tentatively drew back. "Right. Sorry...just trying to be comforting. My Kacchan...uh you find that relaxing when you're older."

Young Katsuki bristled. "Yeah, whatever."

He did in fact find it relaxing now, but he couldn't let the grown Deku know that.

Adult Todoroki rolled up his suit sleeves. His jacket already laid over the injured shivering young Midoriya. "The poisons in deep, I've gotta burn it out. Izuku, hold him down."

Black whip coiled around the young Bakugo.

"Katsuki," Adult Shouto hovered his hands over the blonde's beat up body. There was an incision made near his collar with a scalpel of ice. Another incision was made near his wrist. "I'm not going to lie. This is going to hurt like hell."

Adult Todoroki coated the young Bakugo in a thick sheet of ice. Once Bakugo was so cold that he was completely numb-he switched to his fire. The young Bakugo writhed and screamed, he felt like he was being boiled alive.

An unbearable heat surged just underneath his skin. The pain was so bad that young Bakugo was actually crying. Another tendril of black whip slithered up for him to bite on. The teen accepted it, gratefully.

Explosions popped in his hands as he struggled.

Adult Shouto whispered 'I'm sorry' over and over again, but he didn't stop. Not until every shed of Aracnia's acidlike venom had been burned up.

The teen never passed out. Not once.

Both Izuku and Katsuki's younger selves were taken to the infirmary shortly after that impromptu procedure.

Young Shouto didn't need to go. Actually, he barely had a scratch on him. He was more tired than anything else. But he found himself sitting outside the door to the infirmary anyways.

There was a lot on his mind.

So much so that he didn't hear the question his older self asked.

"What?" Young Todoroki lifted his head.

His older self sat across from him. Adult Bakugo at his side- their thighs and arms touching. No space between them. Adult Deku was sleep floating off to the side, tied to Adult Bakugo's wrist by a tether of string.

"He asked how you were doing." Adult Bakugo spoke up gruffly, head lifting from where it'd been thrown back. Young Shouto found himself suddenly pinned by a Ruby red stare.
"You look like shit, Shouto."

The teen didn't know who that speculation was aimed at. Whether it was him or his older self, but that gaze...it was like it was boring straight into his soul. Saying a million things and yet nothing at once. It pierced into him in a way that he'd only felt at the sports festival. Yet there were no words to trigger the feeling. Just...just this man's eyes boring into him.

Mercifully, he was released from the eye contact as the blonde man abruptly slammed his hands on his thighs and stood up. "I'm gonna go get some coffee." The blonde twisted towards his older self." Want somethin'?"

"I'm good Kats. Thanks..." Adult Todoroki sighed. "...just tired."

"M'kay." Bakugo stood up and cracked his back. Izuku drifted up higher, dangerously close to the ceiling, as the string slackened. Adult Bakugo seemed to notice this and slid the tether off his wrist, gifting it to Todoroki's older self. "Whatever Princess. Hang onto Izzie. Don't feel like grabbing him down from the stratosphere tonight."

"Don't worry. I won't let him go."  Adult Todoroki promised, and with that said Adult Bakugo left the small waiting area.

The silence stretched between the two Todoroki's. The only sound louder than their breathing was the Adult Midoriya's snores.

It carried on like this until young Todoroki became brave enough to open his mouth.

"Why him?"  The words fell from the young one's lips before he could stop himself. "I don't get it. I can understand falling for Midoriya. He's nice and funny and- and Midoriya. But...what is there to even see in-in him? He's loud and angry and he's so much like-"

"Katsuki Bakugou is nothing like Endeavor." The words were so ferocious and cut off his own with such conviction that the young Shouto actually stopped breathing for a moment. His older self's eyes were colder than ice, but young Shouto could also see a fiery passion hidden just past that icy sheen. "You get that thought out of your head right now. On the surface, maybe you can make that comparison- but that's where the comparison ends. Do you understand?"

"I..." Young Shouto struggled, because no. He most certainly did not understand. He didn't understand why his older self was so defensive. He didn't get how he could have let himself fall into some twisted three way relationship that included Bakugo Katsuki of all people. The blonde was aggravating and never listened to anyone but himself. Bakugo wouldn't even call them friends, and yet...Young Shouto grimaced. Let the expression seep wholly onto his face. He must have looked incredibly lost or frustrated, because his older self started speaking again.

"Katsuki is the best thing that ever happened to us." Adult Izuku was pulled down further to hover just above the chair. The older Todoroki's hand glided through green curls. The freckles man's sleep went undisturbed.
Young Shouto wasn't sure who us meant. The two of them or Izuku and him. Both maybe. "I mean that, seriously. He's fun and brash and incredibly rude. Protective too. He's...he's the best really."

A soft smile spread across his older self's face. He looked so fond as he said every word.

Young Shouto frowned further. This conversation wasn't helping.

He felt even worse now.

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Alright guys here's another chapter! Next one will be out soon! Stay tuned guys!! I'd love a comment about what you thought of this chapter!

As far was questions go I've just got one.

1. What do you think the best thing about dating Bakugo would be?

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As if Katsuki's night hadn't already gone to shit, he walked into the teachers lounge to see Hawks drinking coffee straight from the pot.

Bakugo sneered. Too cranky to deal with hawks and his shit. "That better not be the last fucking pot."

"And what if it is?" Hawks raised a brow at him. As fast as he seemed to be he was ridiculously slow at realizing he was number 2 on Katsuki's past pro shit list.

"Then your flying your ass to the nearest convenient store feather fucker." Bakugo glared. "I'm not subjecting myself to your backwash."

"There's a fresh pot brewing over here not so young Bakugo." All Might's voice urged Katsuki into casing the other half of the room. The tension in his shoulder's lessened as he saw All Might sitting across from Best Jeanist. "It should be ready in a few minutes. You're free to have a seat while we wait."

"So long as you don't blow up the table." Jeanist added, fixing his hair. "Though I don't think I have to tell you that anymore do I?"

"Nah." Katsuki cracked a smile recalling when he'd blown up a rather expensive table cloth at his internship with Jeanist when an extra said they were out of coffee. The explosive pro sauntered over to the pair. He dragged out a chair and collapsed into it.

"How are your young selves?" All Might asked him leaning towards him eager information.

"Recovery girl not givin' you updates?" Bakugo frowned at the former pro.

"Truthfully, I'm almost too scared to check my phone.  The state you boys were in..." All Might clutched his phone tight.

"Lil Deku and I got a little roughed up but we'll heal up fine. Stop worrying. It's too late for this sappy shit. I came here for coffee, I don't need..." Bakugo dragged a hand along his face. "...whatever this is."

"Very well. If that's how you truly feel..."

"It is." Bakugo insisted. "Geez. If your so bothered why don't you go up there and sit at Deku's bedside. I'm sure the nerd'll be elated to wake up and see you."

"Young Midoriya isn't my only concern, not so young Bakugo."

It took Katsuki's tired brain a second to realize that All Might was talking about his younger self and not some other actual problem.

"The fuck you worrying about me for?" Katsuki frowned, even after all these years he was taken aback by All Might showing him anything close to the preferential treatment Deku usually got.

"For starters you were poisoned with a fast acting venom that nearly stopped your heart." Best Jeanist spoke up. "Hawks and I would've gotten there too late. He has a right to be concerned about your condition. I am as well."

"Well you both can knock it off. Shouto burned the poison right up. It's like it wasn't even there. Young me'll sleep it all off. You'll see."

A silence would have settled- if Hawks didn't slurp from the pot again.

Katsuki wanted to kill him. His younger self would have acted on the impulse and blown him up a bit but the blonde of the future had far more restraint. God did he hate that guy.

He shut his eyes and started counting backwards from ten to calm himself.

"Bakugo."

"Mm?" He lifted his head-when had he put it down? Had he dozed off? He looked around, All Might was gone-so was the hawks fucker, he blinked tiredly at Jeanist. The man had a cup of coffee in his hand but he looked hesitant in passing it over.

"Your coffee's ready." His old mentor told him.

"Huh? Fuck how longs it been? Damnit, Shouto's gonna worry. Why'd you asshole's let me drift off?"

"You looked tired." Was Jeanist's simple reply.

"I-I'm not-" He pulled out his phone. He didn't carry on with the denial.

He was.

"Fuck this schools archaic wifi-shit won't send."He shoved his phone roughly into his pocket. "I-I've gotta get back." He snatched the coffee out of Jeanist's hand. "Never let me doze off like that again."

He rushed out the teachers lounge. He almost spilled the coffee twice. About a million Deku grade apologies just for Sho on the tip of his tongue when he ran into a pull door he tried to push. He cursed the door, the school and the pack rat that had designed them-and almost ran over Shouto. Not his Shouto mind you. The teen one.

"Sho shit almost turned you into peppermint dust. You good?"Katsuki finally slowed, pausing to take the teen in again. He looked worse than when he left him. More tired, but also something else.

Teen Shouto's face remained blank. He said nothing.

Katsuki's brows furrowed. "Chin up, Candy face. I asked you a question."

Teen Shouto's mouth pressed into a thin line. "I'm tired. I'm going back to the dorms."

"You let yourself go alone?" Katsuki frowned further as the kid shrugged. "Wait here-just give me a sec. I'm gonna walk you back."

"That's-"

"It's not up for debate, Shouto. Two seconds."

Bakugo slipped past the teen and walked over to a half awake adult Shouto. He sighed at his husband. That explained it. "Oi, drink some of this. Wake up. I'm taking Young you back to the dorms."

"I said I didn't want anything." Adult Shouto murmured, but he accepted the coffee gratefully none the less.

"Don't drink all of it, I'll be back for the other half. You can heat it up again for me when I get back." Katsuki pressed a quick kiss to his Shouto's forehead before he was sprinting out to where he left teen Shouto. Expect the kid wasn't there and he was already briskly walking a good ways down the hall.

Fucker.

"Oi. I told you to wait." Dynamight jogged up to him. "It's not safe."

"I'm fine to walk by myself." Young Shouto insisted. "I'm uninjured- I don't need a guard."

"Keep telling yourself that princess."

Young Shouto shoved his hands in his sleep pant pockets. "I want to be alone."

"That's too damn bad, not gonna happen."

The noise of frustration teen Shouto let out had Katsuki raising a brow. "It's a safety measure. What's the big deal?"

Young Shouto didn't answer him. His mouth staying firmly shut in displeasure.

"Fine be that way." Bakugo sighed. "Still not letting you end up in a hospital bed."

There was a twinge deep in teen Shouto's gut at the statement. That was exactly the problem. He couldn't stop replaying the moment that teen Bakugo had jumped in front of him and the consequences he'd suffered from taking that damage. What he had to go through..that scream he'd let out when his older self had burned the poison out of him, the teen felt sick.

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Alright guys! Here's a shitty chapter! Next chapter will be out soon and be better than this one hopefully! Point is we move forwards! 😤

1. What do you think teen Shouto needs to learn/see about Bakugo the most?

2. Any sorts of trio moments you'd like to see?

3. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me!

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Young Shouto tried but he couldn't sleep a wink. He tossed and he turned, adjusted his internal temperature so many times, but nothing. Soon it was almost five am. He was annoyed and exhausted, so he decided to make himself some tea. It hadn't worked the last time but maybe if he added more honey to the mixture? It was worth a try at the very least.

He opened his room door about to step out when the sight before him gave him pause.

Dynamight was sitting across the hall.

Young Shouto was stunned.

He'd thought the pro had left the second he dropped him off. Maybe he had, but why come back? Was he afraid of Shouto leaving the dorms?

His door squeaked as he leaned more heavily on it.

The creak of his door alerted the adult Bakugo to movement and he lifted his head. A lazy smile melting across his features. "Sleeping Beauty awakens....you ready?"

Young Shouto kept his hand on the doorknob, staring at the pro in uncertainty. "Ready?"

"To train." Dynamight stood up. "Played back all the beta footage while you were taking a nap. That fight was way too close. You've got some bad habits I gotta break you out of if your gonna survive these fucking villains. Shigaraki's seven is nothing to scoff at."

Shouto stared at the blonde. "I..."

"You need training. Get on your workout clothes and make it snappy. We don't have all morning. Your ass is still going to class afterwards. Aizawa's a hardass."

"The sun's not even up yet." Shouto stared at him blankly, but this older Bakugo once again wasn't leaving room for any sort of deliberation.

Young Shouto sighed and rubbed at his face.

He debated fleeing out his balcony doors. Going to the roof or something, but that would probably earn him the lecture of the lifetime from the pro. So he shut his room door and got changed as ordered.

Why'd it have to be Dynamight ready and waiting to train him? Couldn't it have been older Midoriya? Or even his older self? He just wanted away from the guy. Young and old. He couldn't even get the younger him out of his head long enough to close his eyes and now the older one was going to be there everytime they were open. This wasn't fair.

There was the smallest of knocks on his door.
Something that Shouto wouldn't have guessed any version of Bakugo capable of, but he must be trying to be courteous of his neighbors. His younger self did seem to be friends with Sero afterall.

He opened the door for the Pro. He was fully changed, about to be all snippy that he was ready to go, but he was surprised to see Adult Katsuki with two steaming cups in his hands.

"Don't use your quirk on it." The pro paused in passing him one. "The temps already how you like it."

Young Shouto took the drink wordlessly. He tried a sip, testing it; and sure enough it was perfect. It was the strangest tea he'd ever tasted and yet he didn't think he'd ever had anything better. There were hints of spice and mint- his tongue had never been in such heaven.

The blonde smirked, amused by the teen's reaction. "Let's go snowflake. We've got work to do."

Shouto followed the man without complaint. The delicious tea chasing away all his worries and misgivings as it slid down his throat.
But the peace that was brought with the tea vanished the moment they got to the gym.

The pro called it a sparring match.

To Shouto, it was a total beat down.

Dynamight started a timer and went on the offensive. Anything Shouto tried to do to defend himself was apparently wrong.

The pro would pause the timer and stop just to tell him so. Firmly and without any ounce of consideration for his feelings.

Creating a wall of ice- wrong blocked his field of vision.

Creating a wall of fire- same problem- worse even apparently given his opponents quirk.

Not to mention the asshole wouldn't stop blasting at Shouto's feet. He wasn't letting him stand still for more than three seconds.

The blasts were weak, Dynamight was majorly holding back, but it stung really bad. Enough to get him to move to avoid being hit by the sparks that left the other man's palms.

Switching sides took effort and using both took even more.

In a mere half hour Shouto crumpled. He rested doubled over on his knees. Breath ragged, sweat covering his whole body. He felt like he was five years old again, about to throw up.

He tried to push himself up, but his arms trembled just to keep him at his current level. He couldn't stand. The room was spinning.

It was too much for him even now.

All that tea he drank came back up on him and splattered against the training mat.

He heard a curse and Shouto braced himself wincing his eyes shut. Prepared for the pro to keep attacking. Ready to be kicked or punched. Blasted even. A villain wouldn't wait just because he was-

-he was being held?

Shouto's eyes widened as strong arms wrapped around him and gently eased him back. Dynamight's thigh rested against his lower back offering added support as he was leaned more upright. There was a rag wiping at his mouth, and then water hastily poured down his left side.

Warm fingers brushed against his right cheek as he gasped, and Shouto instinctively leaned his cold side into the warmth.

He looked up at Dynamight, blearily.

He was trying to say something...?

Shouto still wasn't good at reading lips.

The words muttered out on their own accord.

"I'm sorry."

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And here's another chapter!!!!!! Next one will be out soon guys!

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Why the hell is he here, Damnit!" The young Katsuki thrashed in his bed, attempting to free himself from a tangle of sheets, enraged at the sight of teen Shouto lying in the bed next to him. The blonde's bed was pushed closer to the door to accommodate the third bed. Similarly, Izuku's was by the window. The unconscious Shouto in the middle.

"Training went bad. He's here to rest. Infirmary was closer than the dorms." His older self answered him. "You can relax, he didn't wind up in here because of a villain attack."

"Oh." Young Midoriya sighed, Bakugo's yelling having awoken him. He'd also been worried.  "That's a relief..."

"Like hell it is! I...I don't want to be next to his cold ass! Deku! Switch beds!" Young Bakugo ordered the tell tale smell of caramel indicting the young one's quirk was a few drops of sweat away from igniting.

"Switch beds...?" Young Izuku blinked. "Why?"

"Because he's making me fucking cold obviously!" The blonde screeched.

"He's not even doing anything...." Young Izuku frowned. "The temperature's nice and-"

"I don't care! Do what I tell you! Be useful for once!" The young blonde raged, and Deku shrunk back in his bed hiding behind his sheet.

"Oi." Adult Bakugo crossed the room and smacked his younger self on the head with his fist.

The young one winced ducking down from the blow.

"Knock it off. Don't talk down to him." He rested his fist against his hip. "Deku doesn't need to do shit other than heal up."

"But-"

"If you want him to do a favor then you ask. Don't demand it." Dynamight frowned at his younger self. "Manners matter."

The younger one shook lightly. He seemed ready to erupt.

"And another thing," Dynamight continued, voice tilting. "You don't get to just yell and get your way. Hag was too soft on you about that."

Young Katsuki burned through his sheets and stood up. He was shaky on his legs.

"Kacchan." The young Midoriya started obviously worried. "You shouldn't-"

"Shut up!" Young Katsuki snapped. He glared up at his older self, the man stared back. No heat in his gaze, but there must have been something in the other man's eyes because the younger one broke eye contact, caving under the others stare.

"Fuck this." The younger one swore, twisting away, he made for the door.

He shoved past the surprised forms of older Shouto and Older Deku who were just coming back with some morning coffee. They watched the younger go and turned to face their husband with curious concerned gazes.

"Can one of you go with him?" Dynamight leaned back against the wall crossing his arms again. "I want to be here when lil Sho wakes up."

"God Damnit Kacchan." Adult Izuku let his irritation show. "What did you say to him?"

"Nothing." Dynamight shook his head listlessly. "I only told him to watch how he talks to little you. He's just being a pissy little shit about it."

"I told you to be nicer to yourself!"

"I'm trying to make sure he starts being nicer to you!"

"Hey. Both of you take a breath."Adult Shouto sighed as if he were giving an example on how to do just that. He passed Izuku the tray of coffees stealing his own out of it.  He rested a hand on Izuku's shoulder and kissed his freckled cheek. "You stay. You deserve some time to kick back while you can. I'll go."

"Shouto, you sure?" Izuku tilted his head. "You went with him last time."

"Yeah," The cold hot hero nodded. "I don't mind, he could use the support." He walked over to his other husband. "And you," he reached out to stroke the Adult Katsuki's cheek, fingers hooking under his chin. "I love you." The words were dripping in sincerity. Adult Shouto pressed his lips to his husband's. It was not a simple a pec. It was a breath stealing, heart racing, close pressed up against a wall and never wanna move kinda kiss. Shouto pulled back with a soft smile. "Okay?"

"Yeah...love you too." The blonde huffed, bowing his head forwards. "'M sorry."

"Ah ah, no. No apologies for any shit our younger selves do or say, Kats. We agreed." He stepped back. "Don't beat yourself up. Please."

"Wish you two would stop telling me that." The blonde looked at him just under his bangs.

"Well, we don't like it when you're upset. I'm gonna be fine, you're gonna be fine," He leaned back and gestured to the teen Izuku. "And Izuku's already better than both of us combined."

"He better be." Katsuki smirked softly. "Get out of here, icyhot. Find me before I do something stupid."

"Right." Adult Todoroki lingered before Adult Bakugo for another moment, studying him, maybe actually making sure he was okay and then he left the room.

"....do you two kiss like that all the time!?" Young Izuku asked the moment Adult Shouto left. The boy completely red in the face.

"Me and candycane? Sure. Me and you too-you surprised?" Adult Katsuki raised a brow. "You know we're married."

"Yeah I know..." Young Izuku fisted his hands in his sheets. "...it's just knowing it and-and seeing it are two very different things, Kacchan."

"Izzie, you haven't seen anything yet."

"Kacchan, don't tease." Adult Izuku sat down in a chair. "That's mean."

"But you make such a stupid face when I do."The blonde smirked, by stupid he obviously meant adorable.

The teen decided to play it safe and hide fully under his sheet. The action earned him the privilege of hearing Dynamight's hearty chuckle.

Young Izuku smiled, a strong sense of pride engulfing him. He'd made Kacchan laugh!

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Aaand here's another chapter!! Hope you liked it!! Stay tuned for more!!! Here are some questions this time! (If you wouldn't mind answering pls, if not that's okay too, but I do enjoy the feedback)

1. What did you think of this chapter? How did it make you feel? Do you have any favorite moments? Or did you not like it? Be honest.

2. There'll be a few more sparring matches in the next few chapters Should I have Bakugou fight the other teams with the Bakusquad or his band mates? Or do two battles and do both? Or have one Katsuki be with his squad and the other one tag in with his band? So many options. I don't know what do you think?

3. And then I'm also debating having little Izuku absolutely waste Monoma for badmouthing Katsuki- or maybe it'd be more entertaining to have his older self lose his composure and just kick the shit out of all of 1b just to shut Monoma up. Help me decide?

4. There will be more endeavor, Jeanist and hawks, any other pros you'd like to see show up?

5. What do you think the past versions need that the future versions of the tdbkdk have? What are some things that you think they all could stand to learn about each other?

6. Fave moment in this story thus far?

7. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant and or tell me!

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Adult Shouto found the young Katsuki hiding behind a vent on the roof, hunched in on himself. He was fighting a losing battle with a torrent of tears. The blonde sniffling and swearing at himself-the back of his fists all but crushed against his leaking eyes.

He was berating himself for crying between self deprecating curses and snarls.

The adult's heart sunk at the sight of him. He abandoned his coffee, setting it down on a nearby ledge. "Katsuki..."

The teen looked back over his shoulder. A dastardly watery"fuck" slipped through the kids lips as he realized he wasn't alone.

He doubled his efforts to kill his tears-putting more pressure on his eyes wiping more furiously at them. A small distressed noise of frustration escaping him when they wouldn't stop. He curled himself closer to the vent near his head.

"Fuck off, Icythot." The blonde's voice, absolutely wrecked with whimpers, ordered with as much venom as a threatened rattle snake. He tried to turn further away from the pro but the vent really had him cornered.

"Can't do that, kitten." Shouto denied. "You're hurting..." That much was more than obvious to the Pro. The question was...why? "What's got you so upset? Wasn't getting scolded was it?"

The young Katsuki refused to answer. As Shouto bent down beside him he adjusted the temperature around the teen. Katsuki always ran hot-and sometimes a little coolness helped him calm down.

This was not one of those times.

"Damnit." The teen realized what he was doing. "I told you to fuck off!" The young one swung blindly with his right arm. Palm open, fingers splayed to aim an explosion and hurl him away. Though the teen didn't expect the pro to ignite the nitroglycerin before he could, and force the explosion upwards with a burst of fire. The space between their hands closed in seconds.

Katsuki's right hand held securely in between both of Shouto's palms.

"I know you did." The pro started. "And I'm sorry that I'm not respecting your wishes, but there is nothing that you could do or say to make me leave you right now. You're upset, and I'm going to be here for you whether you like it or not." He shifted his grip on the teens hand so only one of his hands held on. "Now. Tell me what's wrong so I can help."

"I'd rather die." The young Katsuki sneered, and the adult Shouto sighed.

They were gonna be here awhile.

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Super short chap but I'm posting it anyways.
Cause I'm the author and I can and an update is an update so there. Enjoy the content and the next one will be both better and longer!

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The entire infirmary wing-no the whole building shaking in the aftershocks of a massive explosion is what woke up Young Shouto from his peaceful slumber. The teen shot upright in bed, body tense, frost coating his right arm like he had to make some kind of supporting ice structure in seconds or risk being buried alive.

"Woah, easy there baby icy hot." Adult Katsuki sat at the teen's bedside. He rested a slightly heated palm on the other boys shoulder. The ice evaporating away. "It's okay. Everything's alright. Lil me is just venting out some emotions. Your older self is handling it."

It took Shouto a second to relax under the man's touch. For his words to even register.

"That's good...I guess." Shouto replied he looked around the near empty room. Izuku and his older self having gone to spy-spectate whatever spar was happening on the roof. "Is this the infirmary?"

Adult Katsuki nodded. "It is. That training session wasn't supposed to go the way it did-"

The young teen grimaced. "Sorry I-"

"The fuck are you apologizing for?" Dynamight cut off his interjection. "I'm the one giving the apology here kid. What happened was my fault. I pushed you too hard, too fast and you weren't ready. That's on me. I should've checked in more, given more breaks. I should've stopped when you were getting slower. I got so focused on trying to make sure you could keep yourself alive in a future attack that I forgot to make sure you could handle the pace I was pushing you at. I'm sorry, Shouto. You deserved better."

"It's fine." Shouto replied, tone void of emotion. "I'm used it..."

"It's not and you shouldn't be." Came the adult's instant reply. "Endeavors a shit trainer and an even worse father. You never should have been treated like that to begin with."

"So you know all about that do you?" The question from the teen was guarded.

"Bits and pieces. A few specific events here and there. You don't like talking about it so I don't pry too much. But anyone who makes their five year old train with a hundred degree fever is a fucking jackass that deserves to rot in the worst pit hell has to offer."

Shouto hummed idly.He fisted a hand into the sheets. He stared down at his left hand. He didn't want to look at Dynamight.

His apology had been sincere.

Yet, the young Shouto felt it was undeserved. The pro had his reasons for pushing him and...it was his fault the younger Bakugo had gotten hurt. They were uneven now in a way.

The door to the hospital room creaked open, suddenly shaking the young Shouto from his thoughts.

"Todoroki! You're awake!" Young Izuku's elated voice exclaimed. Not a moment later he was enveloped in a strong hug-and also getting smeared with soot?

Adult Bakugo's eyebrows rose as he took stock of both Deku's. The greenette's both coated in a thick black substance. "What the fuck happened to you two?"

"Ah, we got a little too close to the action. Using smoke screen to discreetly get a front row seat wasn't my greatest plan." Adult Izuku laughed scratching the back of his head.

"You idiot-I thought you were gonna watch from a drone camera. You floated yourself up there?" Adult Bakugo had a hand over his face. It slid down to hide his smile. As annoyed as he was he was amused.

"Yeah, the heat was messing with the camera feed and your better at hacking into things like that than I am." Adult Izuku admitted. "So smokescreen and float it was."

"But it was so cool! My Kacchan was all wham! And take this! And hyah!" The young Izuku let go of Shouto to reenact the fight mirroring the young Bakugo's fight poses, making little explosion noises and the like. Green eyes bright with amazement. "And then Shouto made this fire dragon! But Kacchan wasn't gonna let that scare him! So he flew right in its mouth and exploded its whole flaming head! And it was so amazing!" Young Izuku rushed up to Dynamight and he hugged onto his right arm. "Amazing Kacchan!"

"Amazing, eh?" Katsuki smirked, ruffling the teens hair.

"Hold on I can make a...fire dragon?" Todoroki asked in uncertainty. His older self's control of his flames were that good?

"You can make a hell of a lot more than that halfie." Dynamight grinned. "You'll see."

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Alright guys here's another chapter! Next one will be out soon! Hope you enjoyed this one!
No questions this time but if you have anything to tell me or that you want me to know just leave a comment!

Oh also I just made a new todobakudeku story where Todoroki and Bakugo go after Vigilante Izuku instead of the whole class. So if your looking for another todobakudeku fic there's that one for ya!

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"Gonna put those claws away yet, kitten?" Pro hero Shouto asked teen Katsuki as he towered over him on a roaring torrent of fire. One might wonder how things escalated to this, but the explanation was rather simple. When Bakugo had refused to talk Shouto proposed they pass the time sparring until he was ready to. It might not be the smartest thing after his recent poisoning but fighting was still the best way to get him to open up.

Which brought them to right now.

The explosive hero to be was sweating, panting, and out of breath, but he wasn't done. Still defiant he flung an explosion towards the flames with a snarl.

A bunch of flaming snakes sprung from the swirling depths of fire to intercept the blasts. Their jaws opened wide as they consumed the oncoming explosions. Though it did result in their heads exploding from the neck up. The resulting shockwave left the adult Shouto unaffected and teen Katsuki flat on his ass.

"Damnit! Stop using cheap ass tricks! Let me win already!" Katsuki yelled at him.

Shouto raised an impassive brow. "Let you win?" The man killed his flames, and created a staircase of ice to walk down. "That's not much of a victory."

"You're trying to make me feel better aren't you? I'd-I'd feel better if I won..."

"Not like that you wouldn't." Shouto denied sitting down in the middle of his ice stairs to nowhere. "I know you, Kitty Kat. Don't forget that."

"I..." The teen grimaced and slumped back against the wall, defeated. "...I just feel like such a loser right now. That villain poisoned my ass, my older self won't stop giving me shit and," Bakugo's lower lip quivered. "And I'm so much of a dick that the you my age would rather die than be in a relationship with me."

"That is not true." Shouto denied.

"Yes it is! You basically said it!"

"And if I told you it was just my daddy issues talking?"

"Don't compare me to your shitty old man! That's bullshit!"

"It is." Adult Shouto agreed. "Emotions have always been hard for me so I tend to compare things a lot. People too. But you know something? You're way better than Endeavor. You even scream my name louder. That's an achievement."

Young Katsuki rested his forehead on his arms with a noise of discontentment. "You're making it weird again...."

"Alright well, you're way better with Mieko than my dad ever was with me or any of my siblings. How about that?"

The teen froze and slowly lifted his head. He looked at Shouto with widened red eyes. "Mieko?"

"I-shit. I shouldn't have told you about her..." Even as he said the words Shouto couldn't bring himself to really regret them. Katsuki just kept staring, and there was such hope in his eyes...

Shouto sighed. He couldn't not tell him now when he was looking at him like that. Especially when he was armed with the knowledge that Katsuki always always always wanted a little ankle biter or two.

The adult pulled out his phone and searched through all kinds of photos and videos. Finding the one he wanted he passed it over to Katsuki.

The blonde practically ripped the item from Shouto's hands and put the screen so close to his eyes Shouto worried a bit for his eyesight.

It was a picture this time. Not a video. Their three older selves looked to be in casual clothes. There was a picnic basket under Deku's arm, and Shouto had a blanket in his. But in Katsuki's right arm sat a little girl with bright green eyes the color of an apple flavored jolly rancher. Her pink hair had highlights of rainbowy glitter. They were styled in little pigtails-shaped sort of like spiky pom-poms.

But what really caught the young Katsuki's attention as he urged himself to remember every detail of this adorable child were the little multicolored sparkles crackling in the girls palms.

"Her...her quirk is just like mine...?" Bakugo looked to Shouto for confirmation.

"Sort of. Her quirk is firework." Shouto explained as he pointed to the child's glittering hand. "She can secrete a salt like powder from her palms and then ignite it. The color of the sparks depends on her mood, I think. Izuku has theories. It's still developing. You can ask him all about it later. I'm sure he'd love to gush about her."

Bakugo smiled as he stared at the phone but it lessened after a moment. "How do you know that I'm gonna get the same future you keep showing me?"

"It will." Shouto insisted. "These little glimpses of the future I keep giving you...they're all going to come true someday. Because it's a future that your gonna fight for. We all will when the time comes."

"But what if I fuck it up?"

"You don't need to worry about that... us showing up like this is a lot. All these villains coming after you is a lot. You all don't have to fall for each other in a blink. We certainly never did. It all takes time. No one is expecting you three to spin around, snap your fingers and be us in a day. Just be patient and try not to be so hard on yourself. You'll get there, Katsuki."

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And that's where this one ends. Next chapter will be out soon!!!! Let me know if you're enjoying the fic or not!

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"How did this even happen?" Young Shouto wondered frowning at his older self as he too was shown the same picture of Mieko that young Bakugo got to see. Young Izuku huddled close to get a look at their kid as well. Adult Shouto having come clean about his slip up the moment he returned with young Katsuki to the hospital room. "I don't want kids..."

"No you didn't." Adult Shouto sighed. "But there was a bit of a miscommunication. One day after a mission, Katsuki texted and asked if he could bring home a stray that had nowhere else to go. We assumed he meant a cat. What he brought home after a mission...was not a cat."

"We argued a shitload about it-about her, things were tense for a while but eventually apologies were made." Adult Katsuki continued.

"And we had incredible make up sex" Adult Shouto added, making the past three blush and cringe. Young Bakugo and young Todoroki sliding a bit apart.

"but- we also now had a problem." Adult Katsuki continued. "We couldn't just throw the kid out on the street."

"We were going to rehome her,but there wasn't a single foster home who would take a child in with such a dangerous quirk." Adult Izuku frowned. "We even looked in America too."

"No one would take her in?" Young Izuku frowned. "But she looks so sweet..."

"We looked into adoption agencies and things like that too every avenue we could think of to find her a good stable home-for a while we were pretty convinced she needed a mother."

"What happened to her parents?" Young Bakugo couldn't help but wonder. "You said I found her on a mission?"

"Yeah...that's right. Mieko's birth parents were villains responsible for bombing a huge factory, and three shopping districts. Kacchan went to investigate but when he got there-they'd been...taken care of. Whoever hired them didn't want them talking."

"Found the kid hiding in the fireplace. She was so small and scared...she tried to blow me up at first, but I got her calmed down eventually. To cut this story short after a while obviously we gave up trying to find a better place for her and we kept her. You fell in love with her quicker than a kitten, Icyhot. Don't even get me started on you, Deku. Fuck I miss her. That's enough about Pom-Pom's for now."

"Aww what? But I wanna know more Kacchan!" Young Izuku protested. "Please?"

"If we tell you too much there'll be nothing to be surprised about later." Adult Izuku spoke gently to his young self. "We know you're all curious but we can't spoil everything. I'm sorry."

Young Katsuki's eye twitched, and he was clearly pouting to himself wanting to know more too but doing his best to control his anger and not throw an immature hissy fit about it.

"I guess that's fair." Young Shouto passed his older self his phone.

Just then the infirmary door swung open. In walked All Might looking just a bit more dead than his skeleton form might suggest. He definitely hadn't gotten any sleep last night.

"Hello boys, I am here!...to drop off all the work you three missed in your classes today. Don't worry about hero training this afternoon with your injuries you can't participate until you get cleared by recovery girl."

"Oh uh thanks All Might." Izuku took his homework with a smile.

"Yeah." Bakugo scowled as he snatched his packet. "Thanks." He grit out eyebrow twitching- the older Shouto wordlessly passed him a pen. Predictably the blonde dipped his head down and started to work on it right away.

The young Shouto took his own packet impassively. "There are people out to kill us and we still have to do class work? That doesn't seem fair."

"Just wait til you have to fill out paperwork after hard missions." Adult Bakugo tilted his head back. "You'll be wishing for homework."

"Yeah, that's what Aizawa said to me too." All Might sighed. "Always so logical that one...are you boys holding up okay?"

"Yeah, we're alright." Young Izuku answered. "Nothing a little rest won't fix."

"Good, good." All Might nodded, but he still stood awkwardly in the room.

"You want us to teach joint training today don't you?" Adult Todoroki frowned as All Might fidgeted in place.

"Got it in one." The former number 1 laughed awkwardly.

"What the crap, All Might? We're busy. Teach your own classes!"

"Kacchan, don't snap at All Might. This is a rare opportunity to have us here. We should be taking advantage of it. I'm sure we could spare some time today to help out. Don't worry."

"What a relief. You boys are the best. I'll see you in class then." All Might smiled as he left.

"Izuku, the rest of the seven could attack at any time!" Adult Bakugo scowled at his husband. "We're not dropping our guards again."

"Oh, right." Young Izuku looked up from his notebook. "I've been meaning to ask-Shigaraki's seven. Who are they?"

"It might be better if you don't know." Adult Izuku frowned.

"Like hell it is!" Young Bakugo protested. "Us being in the dark is what led to me getting poisoned!"

"I agree." Young Shouto spoke up. "We shouldn't be kept in the dark about them. It could be a disadvantage."

Adult Bakugo shifted, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't look pleased.

Adult Izuku leaned against Adult Katsuki in an offer of comfort or maybe he was trying to get some of his own as the other pro kissed the top of his head and wrapped an arm around him. "Our interactions with them haven't been very pleasant."

"We don't have to tell them what they did or any details of our fights with them." Adult Shouto reasoned. "We just need to give them quirks and descriptions. We can do that."

Adult Shouto reached out and rested a hand on the explosive man's arm. "We can do that." He repeated the words. They stared at each other a moment. The young ones unable to decipher whatever was passing between them.

"Yeah, okay." Adult Bakugo finally sighed, slumping against his Izuku. "You already met Lady Aracnia but there are six others. One's Swapster- dresses up all mismatched. He can swap peoples quirks by touching two people at the same time. The effects last a couple days. He's a real a freak. If your body isn't compatible with the quirk he swaps in bad things can happen."

Young Izuku started scribbling down notes as Adult Bakugo spoke.

"Then there's Frightmare. He's a horse headed jackass who likes to make peoples nightmares a reality."

"Sounds charming." Young Shouto frowned.

"He's not." Adult Shouto frowned in return. "Hard to stop too. He's summoned armies of nomu and all kinds of horrible villains. Natural disasters-"

"Shouto, minimize the details." Adult Izuku murmured. "We're trying not to scare them."

"Right." Adult Shouto nodded. "Sorry."

"Up next is KopyKat. Better known to you all as Toga. She can copy looks as well as quirks and she's batshit so knock her ass out on sight before she can get any blood or there'll be problems."

"She-she doesn't still have that weird crush on me does she?"

"No, she's obsessively stalking you now and has a thing for impersonating Katsuki." Adult Shouto replied. "Hence the name change."

"Oh, uh who's next then?" Izuku swallowed.

"Fairytailor." Adult Izuku spoke. "He tailors reality to his own imagination."

"Isn't that just what that frightmare guy can do?" Young Bakugo raised a brow.

"Frightmare operates on his victims fear- this guy is more...bedtime story shit. He traps his victims in fairytale like states. Pricked fingers, sleeping curses-that kind of thing. Warps reality a bit too. Turns office buildings into castles and cars into horse drawn carriages...whatever fantasy's he can cook up."

"That's an interesting quirk." Young Izuku murmured. "Sounds complicated- who else is there?"

"The sixth one is Hanahaki. She plants flowers inside of people and they grow and spit out petals until the thorns rip their hearts to shreds. The only thing that makes the seed wither are confessions."

"Fuck." Young Bakugo muttered hand over his chest.

"Yeah, okay- that's all of 'em. We're done here. We've got a class to teach now so get up- you three can spectate the fights." Adult Bakugo insisted.

"Wait...that's only six!" Young Izuku protested. "There's one more you haven't told us about."

"You don't have to worry about the last guy. We'll handle him." Adult Katsuki frowned.

"We're supposed to take your word on that after you handled Aracnia so speedily?" Young Shouto glared.

"Aracnia was a mistake. We'll be sober here on out." Adult Bakugo replied.

"Can we get a description of his quirk at least?" Young Shouto frowned.

"You'll know him when you see him." Adult Izuku insisted fist curled in his lap. "Trust us."

"Why can't we know? Is-is it All for one? Nine? A clone of Shigaraki's or something?"

"No no no one as dangerous as that. Just...please don't pressure us on this one." Adult Izuku insisted. "A soda bottle could trap this guy you don't have to-"

"N-no..." The young Katsuki paled eyes widening in realization. Dread filling him. "Not him."

"Not who?" Young Shouto frowned in confusion not understanding.

"Oh god." Young Izuku felt like he was about to throw up. "Kacchan you don't think..." Izuku trailed. One look at their older selves expression and Izuku knew Katsuki was right.

"Katsuki-Kitten hey. Breathe. Breathe. It's okay." Adult Shouto slid over to the teen. "It's fine. Everything is fine. Let's not freak out."

"The Sludge villain!?" He shot to his feet. Small explosions crackling in his palms. Heart beat hammering in his ears. "That's whose after me!? You weren't even going to fucking tell me!?"

"I'm not exactly thrilled to have to tangle with this fucker again." Adult Katsuki snapped. "So no I wasn't going to fucking tell you."

Adult Izuku rubbed a hand on his arm to soothe him. "Easy Kacchan. Don't fight with yourself again. We'll get through this. I got attacked by him too remember?"

"Not for nearly as long." Adult Bakugo scowled at him. "All Might showed up to save you in an instant! Me? The pros stood there and watched! We don't have the right quirks for this, I can't fit through the buildings, I have to put out a fire-wait for a hero to show as if there weren't six there already! I still have the nightmares! Hell, I can't even suck icyhot's cock without freaking the fuck out and I don't appreciate having my judgement questioned when I'm the one who has to fight him again."

"Katsuki." Adult Shouto's voice was stern. "Enough. I know it's a sore spot, honey, but please. You're not helping. I'll deal with the damned sludge when he shows up, okay? You don't have to."

Adult Shouto turned to face the younger Bakugo.

"And you," He gave the teen a hard stare. "You are the strongest person I have ever met. A silly pile of sentient goo is not going to get the best of you-is it?"

Young Katsuki bit his lip, bangs over his eyes. After a few moments he shook his head.

"Good boy." Adult Shouto murmured, he straightened up as he saw the time. "Alright, we better go if we're making All Mights class."

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And here's another chapter! Hope you enjoyed it! Here are some questions that I'd appreciate you answering if you wouldn't mind!

1. Thoughts on this chapter? Feelings? I'd love to hear what you thought of it?

2. The Bakugo's need to be nicer to each other. How do you think they should bond? Plus the same question for the Todoroki's and Midoriya's.

3. Want to learn anything else about Mieko? If so, what?

4. What do you think this story needs more of?

5. Do you have any good bakutodo or bakudeku fic recs?

6. Should the future versions have sex in the teachers lounge or on Aizawa's desk?

7. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant, and or tell me!

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"Man, Bakugo is going to freak that he missed that test today. Hope the dude's okay..." Kaminari adjusted his jacket as class 1-a walked towards the training fields. "...has anyone heard anything? I'm getting kinda worried."

"No not a word!" Jirou denied. "Unless you count Aizawa's bogus explanation this morning."

"Things do seem rather grim." Tokoyami frowned. "Midoriya isn't answering his texts either."

"I haven't heard from Todoroki yet." Yaoyorozu also frowned, because there was nothing to smile about while everyone was so worried.

"This bites!" Kirishima kicked a rock as he pocketed his phone. "I know he hates it when we blow up his phone but he could at least answer. At least give us something to go on other than Aizawa's 'he went through an ordeal and needs rest.' I just want him to send a few blast emoji's or a middle finger in the chat. Let us know he's okay."

"Maybe he can't answer right now?" Sero frowned. "His phone could've gotten busted up in that fight or his older self could've confiscated it maybe."

"Urgh that's so lame." Mina adjusted her backpack straps. "I wish they'd at least tell us where they've got blasty holed up so we can bring him spicy taki's and chili fries from that joint he likes!"

"Chili fries from old man junipers?" A rough voice sounded from the group's left as they rounded a corner by the training field. "I'd kill for a basket of those."

"Woah, older bakubro!" Kirishima grinned at the sight of the pro. The man had changed out of his sweats from this morning and was now wearing blue jeans with a Dynamight themed belt buckle. His top half was covered by a black skull T-shirt that had an explosion behind the skull. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where my age you is would you?

"That sentence made no fucking sense! Ask less confusing questions shitty hair!"

The declaration answered the question before the pro even got the chance to. Kirishima whirled around to spot his best friend sitting atop the bleachers.

"Bakugo!" Kirishima and the rest of the squad lit up at the sight of the younger blonde. He was sitting between Deku and Todoroki but a bench lower. "You're okay! We've been trying to get ahold of you all day!"

The five of them scrambled onto the bleachers to get to him. All but forgetting about the pro they bumped into.

"My phone's in my room." Bakugo leaned back on his elbows, a single bent leg propped up. "Been in the infirmary all night."

"It was that bad...?" Sero frowned. "Dude."

"I got off easy. Deku's the moron who got stabbed in the gut." He angled his head towards the greenette for emphasis.

"You were poisoned." Young Todoroki looked at him unhelpfully. "How is that easy?"

"Shits outta my system." Young Bakugo bristled at the worried looks he was now getting from his friends. "Fuck off, Icyhot."

Just then the older Shouto walked over and sat down beside young Katsuki. He'd also changed now wearing an open button down shirt with a white undershirt. Almost like the outfit he wore at summer camp.

"Damnit! Fuck off means go away! That wasn't a damned invite!" Young Katsuki glared at the older man little explosions popping in his hands.

"I'm not here for you, Kitten. Just snagging my old phone- Endeavors buying us all lunch cause he was such a good dad." Shouto angled his head towards the teen as he snatched the old model. "If you mind your manners and settle down, I'll get you a box of chili fries as a treat."

"Damnit! As if I want anything from you!" The blonde crossed his arms and slunk down further. A few seconds passed by and he grumbled. "Get me fried pickles..."

"And don't skimp on the peppers, I know." The Adult rolled his eyes affectionately.

"Uh, Shouto?" Deku leaned towards the pro hero.

"Yes, bunny?" The adult angled his head in question leaning back towards him.

"Can I have some fries too?" Young Izuku asked hesitantly, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks at the use of the nickname. He'd almost forgotten he'd gotten an animal nickname too.

The Pro smiled. "Of course you can. Do you want a burger too?"

"Yes please. Thanks Shouto."

"Hm..." The pro hummed as he made the order. "...and done. Okay...now I just need Tokoyami's phone."

"My phone." The bird headed boy was surprised. "Why?"

"I'm gonna guilt trip hawks into delivering our food."

"I see." Tokoyami passed his phone over with little resistance.

"With a little luck he'll have it here by the end of class. You kids should get changed. Izuku's going to be pairing people off for spars in a few minutes."

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This one was a little short but eh oh well contents content am I right? Hope you enjoyed next chapters gonna be better! This one was just sort of a Segway.

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"Nice and tight, Sho." Adult Izuku reminded as his arms were tied behind his back by what looked to the teens as a very complicated- very probably not school appropriate- structure of loops and knots.

His dual haired husband hummed in reply as he pulled the red rope a bit tighter

"What's your word?" Dynamight quizzed arms crossed as he stood in front of him.

"Kacchan, they're teenagers. This is gonna be a walk in the park for me. Don't worry."

"Word nerd, or Sho burns those off right now."

Izuku sighed, rolling his eyes. "Kumquat."

"That's fucking stupid."

"That's my word." Adult Izuku glared in defiance.

"Could be the last thing you ever say."

"Only if you take your dear sweet time coming to save me if I get in over my head-which I won't because they're all barely even interns."

"And if a villain shows up?"

"Kacchan- I can tear out of these with one for all in a second."

"They might not give you a second. It's the seven, Deku. I know the twerps gotta learn but do you have to teach them like this?"

"I thought you liked seeing me tied up."

"In the bedroom, when you've got rope around your dick, dumbass. Not when your arms are bound up before a fight. I don't like this."

Adult Izuku leaned forwards, Shouto made a noise of protest at the motion, but was otherwise unbothered as Izuku pressed his lips to Katsuki's.

Dynamight's hands settled onto Izuku's shoulders and ran firmly down his bound arms as their lips moved against one another's. The noise that clawed it's way between their lips sent shivers down Izuku's spine or maybe that was from Shouto's fingertips brushing against his back.

"Trust me, Kacchan." Izuku murmured against his lips. "I know what I'm doing...you don't need to worry...just relax, Sunshine. I'm gonna put on a really good show for you. You just keep those eyes on me and it'll be over before you know it."

The adult Bakugo frowned, and placed another kiss on the greenette's lips. After that he pulled back. "I get to burn this shit off you later."

"But I tied him so nicely." Shouto pouted turning Izuku around to show off his work.

Dynamight made a small noise of appreciation. "You're getting better at that..."

"Maybe you'll finally let me tie you up one of these days." Shouto smiled softly.

"That'll go over as well as me giving you head."
Katsuki grimaced in reply. "I know you want to but-"

"Ah-Ah. No apologies." Shouto leaned over and kissed Katsuki's cheek. "If your not comfortable with it then that's that. I know you've had a bad history with bondage."

Katsuki scoffed. "Wasn't even having sex yet..."

"Urgh, I wanna give Kacchan a hug! Shouto! Hug him for me!" Izuku pleaded twisting around in his rope bindings as if he could finagle a way out. "Damn you did these knots really good."

Shouto wordlessly wrapped his arms around their husband in a tight squeeze. "This is from Izuku."

"Yeah, I heard him." Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"Um...so not to interrupt whatever's happening here," All Might approached the three awkwardly. "But are you going to be teaching anytime soon?"

"Yes! Yes! Just had to get ready! I was trying to think of a way to keep things fair so I won't be using my arms at all. The scenario is going to be a captured villain trying to escape custody. We'll start in teams of two-no probably four actually." Izuku spoke to his Old Mentor with a cheerful smile.

"My my who's responsible for this craftsman ship?" Midnight sauntered over admiring Todoroki's rope work.

"That would be me." Shouto replied, arm still over Katsuki's shoulder.

"That's very well done." Midnight complimented. "You'll have to show me how you did the design in the back."

"Huh? There's a design?" Izuku twisted around in a circle trying to see.

"It's just an x." Shouto told him as he rubbed Katsuki's shoulder.

"An x huh?" Katsuki smirked. "You putting a target on his back?"

"Mm, just marking what's ours." Shouto grinned. "Your symbol seemed appropriate."

Midnight laughed a bit to herself. "My my I like your style boys. We'll have to hang out once your done teaching."

"If we have time." Izuku replied before he rushed off to go teach the kiddos.

"Uh don't you have your own classes to teach?" All might frowned at Midnight.

"None for today." The heroine replied. "I think I'll stick around and spectate this match."
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And here's another chapter guys! I know it's short but inspiration struck and so here we are! Hope you enjoyed it! Stay tuned for more!

1. How are you liking this story thus far? How are you feeling about it? Is it okay? Do you want any characters to have more interactions if so which ones?

2. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant, and or tell me!

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This fight wasn't fair. Not by any means.

Even tightly bound, Pro Deku was beating the students asses.

There was a reason adult Shouto called him bunny all the time. His hops...his kicks...he was incredible. Even fighting with his arms quite literally tied behind his back he was a sight to behold. The students couldn't catch him and worse-the kids couldn't beat him when they caught up to him either. Groups of four came on the field and fell just as fast.

"Is...is he even using his quirks?" Young Bakugo asked his older self in curiosity. Adult Deku's movements looked so effortless. Flawless. So different from the young Deku he knew. It was so hard to catch the crackled of green that often licked Izuku's skin.

"A little. Looks like float and maybe a bit of one for all. Can't be much." The elder Bakugo shrugged. "I'm not sure if danger sense is kicking in yet or not. He might be using that too, but that's always a bit shotty when friends are involved."

"I can use three quirks at the same time? Wow that's...thats a lot." Young Izuku murmured opening and closing his hands as if he couldn't believe his own power- which he was still struggling with.

"I can barely handle two." Young Shouto frowned as he watched the floating Izuku on screen knee Koda into some bushes.

Soon after Kirishima got kicked face first into a lamp post. That had to have hurt.

"Bullshit. Your quirks one power." Young Bakugo denied, taking his eyes off the screen to glare at Todoroki.

"It's two." Shouto didn't look away from the screen as he spoke.

"You're half and half, bastard. Two halves make one whole. It's simple math."

"Now kitten as much as I love talking holes-"

Young Bakugo cringed. Of course the Adult Shouto couldn't keep well enough alone. "Fuck off you damned perv. Can't you go bother midnight with this shit? Why's it always me!?"

"I like watching you squirm."

Young Bakugo glared at adult Shouto and the man just grinned in reply. "Eyes on the match kitten..." he nudged the young Katsuki's chin towards the training field. He leaned down low near his ear."You don't want to miss this."

Bakugo didn't even have time to yell at Adult Shouto for touching him. He was in awe as Mineta and Sero got stuck together by a well timed blow. One kick had tangled them right up. Mineta bound by tape and Sero stuck to his own tape by the sticky balls.

Adult Deku was...he was even more amazing than all might. Not that teen Katsuki would ever voice that thought.

"Izzie-go easy on 'em baby." Adult Katsuki husked, chuckling into the com he was wearing. "I love watching you kick ass and we have to toughen them up but they still need to breathe for us to do that."

"Keep talking like that and Izuku's the one whose going to stop breathing." Shouto threw the red half of his hair over his shoulder as he leant over towards his husband. "Play nice, Katsuki. Don't distract him."

"Don't know what you're talkin' bout Sho." Katsuki replied, acting innocent, but the look on his face said he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Mhm, course you don't." Adult Shouto's hand slid down to rub along Katsuki's thigh. "Just like the other night when you-"

"It is at this point in the conversation that I am reminding you: I am here." All Might spoke up, his face a dusty red eerily close to Kirishima's hair.

"Don't be such a prude, All Might." Midnight crossed her legs. "I'd love to hear about the other day."

"Of course you would." All might put a hand to his forehead. "Oi, vey."

"Oh no. My pen-!" Young Izuku suddenly freaked out desperately scribbling on a blank page. Though no ink showed up on it. "It ran out of ink! Crap! I'm gonna have to rely on mental notes now! That's nowhere near as reliable! If I get up now I'm going to miss things!"

Young Bakugo sighed dramatically. "Oh shut up." The blonde stood shoving his hands in his pockets. The small flush still on his cheeks from all Pro Todoroki's flirting. "I'll go find you a damned pen. Quit whining, Deku."

Young Deku lit up. "Really Kacchan!?" Though his excitement waned after a few seconds. He turned to adult Shouto and adult Bakugo. "Um, is that okay?"

"It's fine." Adult Bakugo waved flippantly. "Just be back in five minutes or I'm dragging you back pen or no pen. Got it?"

"Whatever." Young Bakugo grumbled. "Fucking dickwad."

Immediately Adult Bakugo glared sharply at his younger self. "The fuck did you just-"

"Katsuki..." Adult Shouto ran a cooled hand atop of the other man's. "Don't...just.." he turned his head squeezed his thigh. "...focus on Izuku. Nevermind yourself."

The adult Bakugo set his jaw. He tore his eyes away from his counterpart. It was clear he wanted to snap something harsh despite his composure but still he refrained.

He had to be the adult about this.

"I'll go too." Young Shouto stood up.

"I can find a damned pen myself moron!" Young Katsuki snapped, explosions popping in his hands. "I don't need you."

"There's safety in numbers." Shouto insisted, doing his best not to flinch at the words. They echoed in his head. Katsuki had said that last night too. Why did...why did that hurt so much?

"Not when it's 2 out of the three they want to take out dumbfuck."

"4:45...4:44..." Katsuki's older self counted out loud.

"Fuucckk." Young Bakugo threw his head back and groaned. He trudged down the stairs without another word. Young Todoroki followed after.

"Was it a good idea letting me go too?"

"No fucking way. You're gonna come back with the pen shoved up your ass."

"Interesting way to prep."

"Fuck you."

"Please do."

"With a pen so I can sign your ass?"

"Stick it in the right way and it'd make paperwork twenty times less boring,"

The mental image his rebuttal conjured had Katsuki snort lightly. Shouto was on the receiving end of a light loving punch for the joke.

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Hey guys! I'm not dead! Sorry about the impromptu hiatus. I guess I needed a lil break Huh? Well don't worry! I'm back now and will be updating more frequently once again! I'm living for the bakutodo drama rn it seems but don't worry! There will be more Izuku content in this quite soon!

1. Excited this story is back?

2. I'm debating writing a story where the characters of the future watch what's going on in the past? But I'm not sure...as those tend to be a lot writing wise and I truthfully don't have a great history finishing those but maybe??

3. What do you think this story could use more of or even less of?

4. What teachers and or pros would you like to see the future boys have a spar with and which boy?

5. Anything else you would like to ask, rant, and or tell me!

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Young Bakugo stomped off in the direction of the nearest building. There had to be a pen in there somewhere. He was annoyed as Young Todoroki followed just behind him. The dual quirk user was once again subjected to Bakugo's ludicrous order of not walking in front of him.

"What do you expect me to do-stare at your ass the whole way?" Young Shouto complained, sounding as monotone as ever but he was annoyed. Possibly even more so at himself. Best thing ever...Bakugo Katsuki...yeah right. He felt guilty about what happened with Arachnia sure, but that didn't change the fact that the guy was an explosive asshole. He was really having trouble looking past that.

"You icy fuck don't you even fucking start with that bullshit!" The young Bakugo whirled- Shouto's breath left him in a gasp. The railing dug uncomfortably into his lower back as he was forced against it. Bakugo's fist clenched into his shirt. Shouto froze up-body tensing-he'd felt his nails graze his chest through his shirt. It triggered something. His mind flashed back as he stared into Bakugo's furious gaze. Suddenly, he was five again. Trying to sneak downstairs to play ball with his siblings. It had looked like so much fun...he wanted to join in, but he got caught. Endeavor pinned him to the stairs much like this.

"Where do you think you're going? You have training!"

"Bad enough I have to listen to the older you-"

"You've no time for fun, Shouto. When will you learn?"

"-don't want to hear it come out of your mouth-"

"Try to get past me then if your so eager to get down there. Blast me, boy. Use your left side. Hell your right even. Pitiful-all you can do is cry? Damnit Shouto, stop rubbing at your eyes-look at that you've frozen them shut. In that case, we'll be training blind today. I'm not melting that for you-"

"Oi! Icyhot!" Shouto was jostled, the memory forcefully shaken away, returning him to the present moment. "Are you even listening?"

Shouto blinked furiously head tilting back. He shut his eyes.

"Bastard." Bakugo's grip tightened, head tilting as his nose scrunched in a snarl. "Do I look like I want to be come onto today?"

"I..." Shouto's mind was slow to process. Still catching up as his eyes reopened. "...You really want me to answer that?"

"Why wouldn't I want you to-oh Fuck you. Get your mind out of the gutter before it gets stuck there, Scarface. You know I didn't mean it like that."

"How am I supposed to know that? I can't read your mind."

"Fucking context moron. How can someone so smart be so damned dense?"

"This better not be what I think this is." Aizawa's voice had both boys turning their heads to the right. Their teacher had a stack of papers under his arm, and he looked so tired. Like he needed five raises and twenty nights of sleep.

Ever so slowly the boys turned their heads back to each other. They realized how their positioning might be misunderstood. Their faces colored lightly.

"Fuck." Bakugo hissed, jerking back like Shouto had burned him with his quirk.
"That...isn't what's happening here...we're looking for a pen!"

"Yes," Shouto hurried to agree. "Midoriya's ran out of ink."

"Right." Aizawa didn't look or sound convinced. "And so you what? Were searching Todoroki's person for one?" Aizawa seemed unimpressed as his eyes settled onto Bakugo.

"No! Urgh, nothings going on, Damnit!" Bakugo fumed enraged, sick of being on edge with all this alleged sex shit. Damn their older versions. Damn them to hell. He hoped they died and he meant it. Deku could take care of their brat. It'd be fine.

"We're just...working things out." Shouto spoke slowly, stepping out from the rail. "That's all."

"Right." Aizawa's expression didn't change.

"You wouldn't happen to have a pen would you?" Shouto pressed. "I'm sure Izuku wouldn't mind if it's red."

"There should be some in the principals office."

"We don't have time to be disciplined for getting a little physical. Our older selves gave us a damned time limit. We can't make it to the the overgrown rats office and back before then."

"Not my problem." Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "Let's go Bakugo. You too, Todoroki."

"We weren't doing anything!"

"You can explain that to the principal."

"We just explained that to you!"

"And you're going to explain it again to the principal." Aizawa put a hand on his scarf. "Go."

"Fuuuccckk." Bakugo groaned tugging at his hair. He slouched down, and switched directions.

"At least we'll get the pen..."

"Shut up."

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And that's another chapter guys! Next one should be out soon! Love you! No questions for you this time but I hope your enjoying the story still!

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Adult Izuku was running out of 1A students to demolish. There weren't many left. Two- maybe three. Adult Shouto was on Tokoyami's phone, giving Hawks some kind of sob story about being starving to guilt trip the bird hero into bringing their food. Adult Katsuki was being a jackass-touching his cool hot husband with a warmed hand on his cool side, just to make him squirm over the call.

Midnight was finding the whole thing more amusing than All Might was. The hero bright red at the two's antics.

"Nerd, who's left?" Teen Katsuki sat down with a huff beside teen Izuku. "Invisible girl?"

"Yeah, I think so. Yaoyorozu and tsu too." The young Izuku replied, holding his hand out towards him for his acquired pen. He didn't plan to tear his eyes from the screen, his older self was giving him so much valuable intel- but then he felt a hand in his and his head whipped to his right involuntarily.

"K-Kacchan?" Izuku stuttered over the childhood nickname. His eyes trailed down to their conjoined hands. "What are you doing?"

"Holding your hand- the fuck do you think I'm doing?" Katsuki settled him with a look of annoyance. "Shut up." Red eyes flicked back to the big screen. "I wanna watch future you. He's fucking hot."

"No, I know what you're doing-" Izuku back peddled, swallowing, sweating. Eyes transfixed on their hands. His heart hammered. Kacchan thought his older self was hot. "I meant why..."

"Do I need a reason to hold my future husbands hand?" Young Katsuki demanded, his tone clipped.

"Uh no, I guess not it's just...Ah where's Todoroki?" Izuku wondered looking around for their two toned classmate, panicked by the admonishment.

"Beats me."

"You came back without him!?" His panic was stoked again. "Kacchan-"

"So what if I did?" Young Bakugo scowled. "What the hell do we need him for ha!? Things are better just the two of us."

"How can you say that? I can't believe you just left him like that! I know things between you two haven't been going great since we found out about the whole marriage and sex thing- but there are people from the future trying to kill us, Kacchan!"

"Yeah? And? Todoroki can take care of himself."

Izuku's blood ran cold. Todoroki. The name echoed in his brain in Kacchan's voice. He jerked his hand back, springing to his feet. He stumbled backwards, crash landing against the bleachers.

"Kumquat..." Izuku gasped out the word.

"Huh?" Young Bakugo squinted in confusion.

"Kumquat! Kumquat!" Izuku's voice raised to a more audible level.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Young Bakugo's face twisted in confusion.

"Izzie?" Adult Bakugo was frowning as well, but there was concern in his eyes as they left Adult Todoroki in favor of the small Midoriya. "You all good?"

"He's not you!" Young Izuku exclaimed, legs shaking. "He's a fake!"

"The fuck Deku? Of course, I'm me." Young Bakugo insisted. "What the hell are you freaking out for? All this cause I grabbed your damn hand? Tch. See if I ever do that again."

"Hey Cmon man. Don't give blasty a hard time." Kirishima protested on the blonde's behalf. "He's trying-feelings are hard for him."

"You're wrong, Kirishima!" Izuku denied attention returning to his Kacchan. "You might be wearing his face...but you aren't Kacchan! There's no way. He'd never call Todoroki by name...and as much as I want it...he doesn't want anything to do with our future marriage yet. He wouldn't change his mind about that so quickly."

"Deku-"

Dynamight blasted forwards and kneed his young self right in the face. The resulting wound peeled half his face away-a yellow eye and pigtail popped out of the torn flesh.

"Hawks...I'm gonna have to call you back." Shouto ended the call. He stood up, moving to stand in front of Izuku. Not that Katsuki wasn't addequate protection. He tossed Tokoyami his phone back.

Shouto let out an icy breath. "Hello Toga."

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Here's a new chapter! I know it's short but job hunting is kicking my ass. Anywho- hope you all are having a better time than me right now!

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"Izzie...that was a good job using your word...not that I was expecting it from you, you little eavesdropper." Dynamight praised the quivering teen. "...don't worry. She won't be touching you anymore. I've got you..."

"And I've got her." The temperature dropped steadily as Adult Shouto spoke.

"What the fucks going on now?" Young Bakugo demanded, hands shoved in his pockets as he returned to the bleachers. Young Todoroki trailing behind him with a pen for Izuku in his hand.

Both boys were now enrolled in a sexual education course with Miss Midnight next semester. The principal having seen it more fitting to educate them rather than punish them for the staircase incident-even though they weren't doing anything quite yet.

Katsuki would have preferred the two weeks detention.

"You don't want to know." Bakugo's older self denied. "Trust me...it's creepy, little bitch impersonated us to try to get close to Izzie."

"And she thought that would work?" Young Todoroki sounded confused.

"Worked enough for Kirishima." Denki snickered.

"Dude..." Kirishima frowned back at the electric blonde, obviously upset that he hadn't been able to tell it wasn't his best buddy. Apologetic red eyes flicked back to Katsuki. "...sorry man. She was really convincing."

The young Katsuki frowned at that. "How'd she get that good?"

"She's a crazy ass stalker. Who the hell knows." Dynamight denied. "But she wasn't as good as you'd think. Luckily Izzie knows us better than anyone...spotted her in five seconds. Speaking of spotting you want to tell us how you got on campus without triggering an alarm? Or how you got my blood pip squeak?"

"My older self showed me how. Gave me what I needed...told me who I'm supposed to be. It's fun to play at being you- once I take your place Izuku will love me forever and ever."

The young Izuku looked uneasy at that. A small little no escaping just under his breathe. Dynamight rested a hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Toga peeled off a bit more of her face as she laughed noticing how adult Shouto's face seemed to darken at her words. "What's with that look? You like sharing our darling Izuku! My older self said! What's one more?"

"Izuku isn't yours, and it's not one more with you. It never is." Frost creeped out from the adult Shouto's feet. Small icy spikes jutting up at the edges. He was barely keeping his anger contained. "I don't know why you keep doing this....why you keep cutting into our lives...but I'm going to tell you something now in the hopes that it'll stick. Katsuki is not replaceable. He never has been. He never will be. You can't take his place like he doesn't mean anything to us."

Young Bakugo's eyes widened at that. There was such conviction in the older man's tone. It sent a warm shiver through his heart.

Toga didn't get to say anything else even though she opened her mouth to do so. The adult Shouto trapped her in a solid block of ice. His eyes were cold. "Think on that."

"Okay." Adult Shouto looked out at the 1A students. The icy look all but melting away. "Who wants to put this budding stalker in the campus freezer?"

"The freezer? Is that secure?" Young Izuku wondered wide eyed.

"Heh. With how lunch rush guards his ingredients?" Dynamight bent lower and rested an arm around the teens shoulder. "It's one of the most secure places on campus. Trust me, I tried to steal some parsley from the guy when I was making dinner for our second date way back when- that freezers hell. Besides, she isn't strong enough to break that ice. She'll be stuck in there for a good long while. You aren't doubting Sho's ice skills are ya?"

"N-no." Young Izuku stuttered out putting his hands up. His face was growing red with how close Dynamight was. He tried to look away but he just ended up looking at Adult Shouto and that had his face growing hotter. A date...they were married of course they dated...but Izuku had never imagined himself getting treated to dinner.

"Hey danger sense is- oh my god is that Toga!?" The tied up Adult Deku floated over- all but tearing himself out of his ropes as he reeled back in terror. He would have landed flat on his ass if adult Shouto hadn't caught him.

"It's okay." Adult Shouto promised. "We took care of her...troubles dealt with."

"I'm not so sure about that." Adult Izuku frowned, still clinging onto Shouto. "Danger sense is going off...something's coming."

"SHOUTO!" Endeavor touched down with hawks at his side. A shit load of to go boxes in his arms. "I brought you food..."

"Oh. I guess that's why."  Adult Izuku frowned.

Adult Shouto sighed. "You know? I'm going to go put her in the freezer myself."

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Okay, so I'm back on my BNHA shit hehe. Thank you season seven! Next update will be soon! Gonna try to go back to twice weekly updates from here on out! Here are some questions for you in the meantime!

1. What do you think Toga's older self is up to?

2. Should adult Todoroki show his father what he can really do with his quirk now? Or should he kick back and eat chili fries while his husbands kick the shit out of endeavor? Or should just one of them kick his ass? You tell me!

3. Should older Kats fight hawks? I kinda want him to...

4. What do you want to learn more of about their future? Or even their past?

5. Should todorki and Izuku spend more one on one time?

6.which of Shigaraki's seven would you like to see attack the boys next?

7. Anything else you'd like to ask, rant, and or tell me!

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"Great of Endeavor to play delivery boy but how about he fucking leaves already?" Adult Katsuki grumbled halfway into a bite of chili fries. There was a seemingly permanent glare on his face as he stared the man down-not that the pro was really paying him any mind. Hawks hadn't left quite yet either-both pros concerned about UA's safety parameters given Toga. They were talking with Midnight across the field it was only a matter of time before they'd make their way over here the adult Katsuki was sure.

"Don't let him spoil your food Kacchan. Just ignore him." Adult Izuku murmured, reaching up to wipe a bit of chili from the corner of the blonde's mouth with his thumb.

Adult Katsuki's eye twitched. Though his angry sights remained on Endeavor, he grabbed Izuku's wrist before it could get far, and took his husbands thumb into his mouth licking it clean with a quick swipe of his tongue, sucking the digit right down to the knuckle.

The young Izuku nearly choked on his burger at the sight- his eyes bulged. Why was that so hot? His eyes flicked over to the young Kacchan beside him. His mouth was messy too maybe...

He lifted his hand cautiously in the other boys direction. Could- could he get the same reaction?

"Touch my face and you die." Young Bakugo warned the young Izuku- wiping whatever mess that was on his face with the back of his own hand.

No, guess not. Young Izuku's hand dropped back down into his own fries.

The Young Bakugo glared fiercely at the greenette before redirecting his attention to his hand.

He licked at the bits of chili clinging to his skin.

The young Shouto watched him with a tilt of his head. Huh. He really was like a cat-or rather a kitten.

"What?" Young Bakugo glared back at him, his anger simmering just below the surface. Now both them were staring? What the fuck for?

"Nothing..." Young Shouto mumbled, taking a quick sip of his drink averting his eyes away not wanting to rile the blonde too much. "Uh, look I'm back already." He nodded to his older self.

Young Katsuki's eyes flicked to Adult Shouto's form. Damnit- he had no right looking that good. Katsuki's cheeks heated a bit- from the fries he told himself. His cheeks felt warm from the fries. Not from staring at icyhots older self.

"The stalkers not thawing out anytime soon." Adult Shouto sat down with his husbands Toga safely in the freezer under lock and key.

"You're just in time. The foods good." Adult Izuku murmured passing his shouto his order.

"I'm not hungry." Adult Todoroki denied, heaving a heavy sigh setting the food down. He laid down in Izuku's lap. His two toned hair blanketing over his husband's thighs. He rubbed at his face with his hands, his fingertips just about trying to drill holes into his eyes.

"Hey...hey...don't stress out..." Izuku was already catching his wrists, his hands sliding into Shouto's own. "You don't have to interact with him. Not at all...he'll be gone before you know it."

"I was hoping he would be gone when I got back." Adult Todoroki complained, he craned his neck to look at Katsuki. "Can you go blow up a vacant bank or something? False alarm him away?"

"Ask me again after I finish my fucking fries." The adult explosive hero grumbled, continuing to stuff his face. "I actually might."

"Kacchan, no. They'll just come back after to interrogate you."

"Damnit." Adult Shouto complained knowing his green haired husband was right.

Izuku hummed carding a hand through Shouto's hair. "I'm sorry Sho...I'd let him if I thought it would work."

Adult Shouto breathed out another heavy sigh as Izuku's strong fingers worked their way close to his scalp."How are the fries, KitKat? Worth the misery of having to deal with him?"

"Nothing is worth that, but they're spicy as fuck." Adult Katsuki replied stuffing his face with five of them.

That had adult Shouto smiling. "Yeah? Good."

"Is that a good thing?" Young Shouto wondered as he took a bite of his plain ass fries. Both Katsuki's stared at him like he grew two heads.

"Oh that's right." Adult Izuku frowned. "Endeavor never let you have spicy food did he?"

"Haa!? You've never had spicy shit-" that had the young Katsuki leaning towards the young icy hot. "That's a literal crime."

Little did the teen know that was the least of endeavors abuse. But hearing his old man get accused of some villainous act felt...really good to the young Todoroki.

"Do you want to try?" Young Izuku bravely grabbed a fry from young Bakugo's overflowing box.

"Oi!" Young Bakugo snapped at him holding his box of fries closer to his chest. He glared at Izuku.

"Here." The greenette ignored the disgruntled blonde. "Have one!"

Young Shouto's eyes flicked to the adult Katsuki, to his father, back to the fry, young Katsuki, fry again, Izuku's meaningful eyes, and then his father once more.

What would Endeavor do if he caught him eating this? The defiant part of him wanted to look him in the eye as he put it in his mouth, but there was an underlying part of him that was somewhat scared of what his father would do.

"You can say no." Adult Izuku added, perhaps noting his unease. "It's your decision."

"Don't worry about wasting it if you don't like it. There's plenty." Adult Katsuki told him.

"Or don't try it and just give it back."

"Kacchan he's already holding it!" Young Izuku protested. "He at least should try a bite."

"I'm not scared of his damned germs." The young Katsuki grumbled, fully prepared to snatch his fry back if it turned out he didn't want the thefted item.

"Am I going to like it?" Young Shouto wondered looking to his older self.

"Mm, not as much as we like Soba...." Adult Shouto shrugged, "...but Kat's loves 'em. They aren't bad."

Mismatched eyebrows furrowed. he examined the spicy fry in his hand. "Which side of my mouth should I eat it on?"

"Well, your left side's already hot so it should be able to tolerate it fine, but the right side of your mouth is cooler so maybe it will taste less hot if you do the other side?" Young Izuku suggested.

"If you eat that on your right you're a damned pussy." Young Katsuki glowered. "If you're going to eat it - do it on the side that brings out the full heat and flavor!"

Young Shouto mulled the blonde's words over. If anyone was an expert on spice- it had to be Bakugo. It didn't seem right to diminish the flavor of anything with it being his first try. He took a bite of the fry. Deciding to put it on his left first and then slide it to his right if it got too hot. To his credit he made it three chews, small beads of sweat gathering on his forehead as his mouth burned. The left side of him catching fire in about three places before he swallowed it down.

He ate the rest on his right.

"Pussy." The young Katsuki muttered as he munched on a full handful of the spicy fries.

Young Todoroki's eyes practically bulged out of his head as he watched him munch it down. How? How in the hell could he eat that many of those things?

Before he could ask a glowing blue portal of swirling energy opened on the training field and a bright red car burst through it- its engines revving. All the pros of the past tensed-ready to spring at this new threat.

"No fucking way-" Dynamight began as the car screeched to a hault on the training field. A blonde woman stood up from the passenger seat. Beside her, a woman with pink hair put a pair of green goggles up over her eyes and shut off the car.

All Might recognized that car. How many times had he and Dave driven in it back in America over the years?

"Hatsume? What are you and Melissa doing here!?" Adult Deku flew over to them, him his husbands scrambling down the bleachers. Adult Katsuki bringing his chili fries with him.

"Me and the misses are tracking down our babies."

"Our babies? Or our babies?"Dynamight demanded gesturing first between Hatsume and Melissa and then in a circle to incorporate all of them.

"We were constructing a time portal in case you three needed back up and Gidget and the kids wandered through. The whole mini bakusquad and their sitter....just poof."

Adult Deku blinked, paling. "Our daughter and her friends went...poof!?"

"It's less of a poof and more of a pop." Hatsume corrected excitedly as she splayed her hands. "But Don't you worry...Gidgets protection parameters are active. They'll be safe wherever they pop out on campus, even if they show up in a training field or something."

"You don't even know where they're going to come out?" Adult Shouto demanded.

"We know they're going to arrive on campus. Beyond that....its anybody's guess really." Melissa frowned. "Our back was turned for two seconds..."

"Where were Eri and Kota during all this?" Adult Shouto demanded.

"The movies..." Hatsume shrugged.

"Those brats are so not getting their babysitting money." Dynamight grunted

"To be fair they did ask us first." Melissa made a small attempt to defend them.

"I don't give a damn. They know it's their responsibility to look after the tots until one of the squads off duty. They shouldn't be pawning off their charges. They shoulda done it like we used to- initiate a game of hide and seek to keep the kids occupied and lock themselves in a closet if they wanted to get frisky."

"We'll have a talk with them when we get back, Kacchan, and we'll give them bad internship grades if you want even, right now we've gotta find the kids..."

"Yeah...yeah..." Adult Katsuki sighed. "...I don't like the idea of them on their own out here if this campus is crawling with villains, or endeavors flaming ass."

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Hey guys I'm back and so are the updates. Sorry life got crazy and I think I needed a little break? Oh well, hope you enjoyed! Next chapter will be out soon!