I wake up with a groan, why do I have to keep waking up feeling like I've been tenderized? I mean I know I'm a hero but do I actually have to get hurt everyday? I start to sit up only to find Kacchan on top of me.
We are thirty.
"Fuck!" I swore and he jumped, looking around confused as to why I'm so fucking pissed. "Fucking damn it! It was all a fucking dream? You have to be fucking kidding me!" I went off and it's only now that Kacchan starts to look around and see that we are in our apartment and that we are adults but what if I'm the only one that dreamed such a sweet dream? He must be so confused.
"We're back?" He sounded even more confused than he was groggy but at least now I know that he knows what I'm talking about. Sure I don't usually curse unless it's bad but how could this be anything but bad? We were making plans, real, wonderful, heart pounding plans to spend our lives together, to have kids together. I mean sure we SAID we would do what we could to change things but Kacchan said he couldn't carry a baby anymore so that means adoption because I can't carry a baby at all. Even if I could, the fact that I've been hurt so badly in the past would make it to where my body couldn't handle the stress.
"What a cruel joke," Kacchan groaned but instead of taking off to set off his quirk and try to calm down he pulled me back into his arms and it took a while for me to realize that I wasn't the only one crying.
"We didn't break any taboos though! We never told anyone, we didn't unborn anyone and we certainly had nothing to do with how it happened in the first place. So why-?" I choked not able to breathe properly through the tears. I buried my face in Kacchan's hair while he sobbed into my chest.
This is really far too cruel. Getting our hopes up, making us stay until we think that we actually have a chance to change things just to rip us away again. Far too cruel.
What seemed like hours passed and we just laid there in each other's arms. "What's the last thing you remember, from then?" I asked hoarsely. We should at least get our timetables straight, if nothing else.
"Sports Festival," he answered softly, I could only imagine how much his throat has to hurt. He has never really cried like this before and even though I would cry a lot growing up mine still hurts from the last several hours.
"I remember you throwing a fit about our match getting interrupted but I think I passed out before we left the award stands," I whispered and he nodded.
"I carried you back to the dorms and got us ready for bed, I just brought you to my room and locked the door to keep everyone else out," he answered before adding, " I was just too tired to do much else." So that answers that question at least. Our memories were pretty much the same otherwise.
I looked at my lover and I saw him looking at his abs, lightly running his fingers over the scar that I caused. The scar that killed him when he saved my life and took away our chance to ever have children of our own together. I don't even remember reaching out, just that in the next moment my hand was with his. Lightly stroking the scar that hurt us so badly.
I set my hand on his, stopping him and he looked up. "I love you," I whispered before kissing him. It took a bit but he suddenly gave in. After months of being good teenagers we are thirty again. I'm not holding back if I don't have to.
I gently pushed him over and he pulled me with him, deepening the kiss.
"Make me forget," he whispered and I hummed. I reached out blindly and found some lube. His nails clawing up my back when I finally pushed in, the feel of him surrounding me taking my breath away.
"Make me remember," I whispered and his tongue pulled mine in, his nails lightly etching his demands into my skin with each thrust. It grew hot, hard to breathe but he never once tried to push me away, his love demanding more and only more until we were calling out in estasy.
We didn't get up to clean up, we just laid there in each other's arms until we finally fell asleep.
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***EH EH EH EH***
I woke up to Kacchan's alarm going off telling us it was well past time for us to get up but when I opened my eyes I didn't find us in our apartment like I thought I would. No, instead we were obviously in the school dorms, Kacchan's room in fact.
"What the hell?" I asked, almost not daring to breathe, afraid the illusion would disappear altogether if I was too loud.
"Hmm?" Kacchan hummed sleepily before finally opening his eyes. "The fuck? But didn't we? No, are we-?" He cut himself off before pulling the blanket down and looking at the smooth skin on his abs. No scar.
We are teenagers again.
I saw our phones on the bed side table and grabbed them only to see today's date was just the day after the sports festival, our first year.
"Maybe it really was just an illusion?" I muttered.
"Sorry, that was the price of using my quirk yesterday. You should be good for a while," I jumped at the deep but smooth voice that only seemed to make my skin crawl. As odd as it is , it was far from unpleasant, if anything I liked it a little too much for comfort. It was like it was a voice from our childhood but I know I had never heard it before. Like it was somehow safe even when it wasn't. So odd.
"It was a side effect of your quirk? Then what is real?" I asked and Kacchan froze hearing me seemingly talking to myself.
"What you see now is real. I do apologize, but you won't have to worry about it happening again for a few months. It would vary from person to person but still. So feel free to use my quirk as you like now," he answered easily enough.
"A few months seems awfully cheap considering how cruel that was. A warning would have been appreciated," I snapped at him but relaxed pulling Kacchan into my arms and telling him what I found out.
"I can live with that," he murmured, snuggling into my neck, all the tension disappearing. "You know?" He pulled away smirking devilishly. "That means every few months we can actually enjoy some adult activity without all the underage bullshit," I pulled him in for a kiss. Suddenly waiting until we were 17 didn't seem nearly so hard. Several minutes passed before Kacchan's next alarm went off again, the one that said that it was time to leave for school but neither of us even motioned to get out of bed. Why did they have to have the sports festival in the middle of the week? Is that smart planning? Really?
I pulled out my phone and called Nezu directly, skipping Dad and Aizawa Sensei.
"Hello?" Came his far too bubbly voice for this early in the morning.
"Sir, Kacchan and I are not going to be able to make it to class today. An unknown side effect of one of the new quirks has made it very difficult to function," I tried to explain but his cackling cut me off from explaining more.
"I am aware of one or two of the ones you used yesterday. I'm a little surprised that you can even talk right now. Don't worry I already have you marked as excused but I am surprised that Young Bakugo is suffering from the side effects as well," he chittered as if everything in the world was perfect.
"I'm afraid that he was dragged into some of the effects from being too close at the time," I said sheepishly. Every syllable that I'm saying is completely true, I just don't really want to explain how we were sent through time and back again because duh. It's kind of a taboo of time travel. At least as far as television is concerned and I don't want to chance it.
"I see, it is Friday so on Monday why don't you two come to my office and we'll play a game of chess while you fill me in. Oh, and make sure to tell your father and homeroom teacher, the last thing I need is for them to go on a manhunt," he chuckled at his joke and we hung up. I sent text messages to both Dad and Aizawa Sensei about not being in class while Kacchan sent his own to Aizawa Sensei. At least we should be able to rest a little bit.
I froze for a second after a thought popped up in my head. "Should we be concerned that this is too easy?"
"Haa," Kacchan groaned out slowly. "Let's just take a shower and get some clothes on, ten to one Uncle will be showing up to figure out why we aren't in class," he tried to stand up only to wince. I guess that after sex care is still needed when we go to the future again. Good to know.
Wait, does that mean we should wear a condom? I mean if he still needs aftercare…
"You will be stuck there if you do," I jumped at the voice that was growing familiar.
"I feel like your trying to trick me somehow," I grumbled but in the end it's not like I have much choice anyway. I told Kacchan what I found out and he frowned before picking up his phone again.
"Hag, I need you and Dad to come to the school dorms, bring Aunty too. When can you get here?" I listened to him talk for a while before hanging up and then I saw him send a text to Nezu that they were on their way here.
"Can you unlock the door? I want to sleep until they get here," he yawned and I giggled at his cuteness.
"Sure," I did as I was asked and climbed back into bed, both of us dressed properly now and cuddled into his side before closing my eyes. I have a feeling I know why he asked them to come, it's not a conversation anyone would want to have over the phone or really at all but it would be done if need be. I relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.