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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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Quirkless Midoriya x Pro Hero Bakugo

Aged Up BakuDeku

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None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content. Read tags.

Credit to @tilly-toons for the fan art.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Meet You There by FlareLunari

Summary: Izuku is ecstatic when he's invited to HeroCon to talk about his quirk theory book. Even though he himself is quirkless, he never let go of his nerdy tendencies when it came to heroes. A wardrobe malfunction forces him to borrow his friend's clothes, even though he's mortified.

Katsuki doesn't even want to listen to this lame ass speech, but his fellow pro heroes don't let him leave. Little does he know he's in for the surprise of a lifetime, because that nerdy professor speaking? That's his fucking childhood friend he used to bully. And damn if he didn't grow up hot. Too bad he probably hates his guts.

Complete | 4 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

The Secretary by @mikacrispy

Summary: Izuku works on her dream job. She's a secretary at Miruko's agency and, not only she meets many amazing heroes, but she also helps them perform their duties.

Everything is perfect until her strained childhood friend Dynamight starts working at her agency...

Complete | 7 Chapters | Trans Deku

Rated - Explicit

Home by xRachii

Summary: After a few months of dating, Katsuki had convinced Izuku to move in with him and it was the best decision of his life. While he was happy being the number one hero, coming home to Izuku waiting for him with a bright smile completely changed his outlook on life. He now understood what his mom had said to him as he got older: “While it might be nice out there saving and changing the world, nothing could ever beat coming home to someone you love, Katsuki. That’s how I feel every time I come home to your father. He is love, safety, and he is also home. I hope you will be able to find your home some day.”

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

The Number One Prize by The_Last_Swablu

Summary: Kacchan is the world's number one hero. He's stronger than anyone, the envy of heroes and hero wannabe's across the globe. He also happens to be in possession of something else many envy: the world's number one wife: Midoriya Izuku.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Secret Fan by RadPax

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki was now Japan's #1 Pro Hero, he just got off of work and was looking through twitch to find something to watch to keep himself awake for a few hours.

That is until he sees a cute guy with beautiful sea green hair, and emerald eyes talking about heroes.

So what if Katsuki dropped the guy some money, and so what if he was accidentally developing a crush on the guy.

This was fine.

Its fine.

After all its not like the guy is gonna send Katsuki a message-

Oh no, is that a notification sound?

— — —

AU Where Izuku is quirkless and a twitch streamer and Katsuki has to keep his identity as DynaMight hidden while the two slowly develop feelings for the other.

Complete | 13 Chapters

Rated - Mature

slow show by rulesforlovers

Summary: He wondered what Izuku thought of the moving scenery, if it felt familiar or not, or if it was a world of both to him. He with his mother had moved overseas, the tenants of his complex said. That was around Katsuki's second year of high school.

Katsuki's turning thirty in a few months.

(-sometimes, sometimes Katsuki wished he'd had done things differently when he was a brat. But the young asshole had been egoistic, fearing failure, fearing what he did not understand, fearing what cog would not fit in his version of the world.)

{One Shot}

Rated - Mature

Toy-cchan! by TurtleExplodes

Summary: Quirkless fanboy Deku gives in and buys himself a Pro Hero Dynamight themed sex toy, just to relive some stress (and totally not because he’s still in love with his now super attractive childhood friend). He and the blond haven’t crossed paths since middle school so there was nothing to worry about, but that all changes when the burly hero comes banging at his door one afternoon.

— — —

OR Quirkless twink Deku gets his pussy pounded by buff as fuck Pro Hero Dynamight.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

twin stars by TheFifthCharmedOne

Summary: “Well, my ideal partner would be intelligent, kind, friendly, attractive, charismatic…” Izuku bit his lip harshly, trying not to be disappointed, as none of those things described him. “They’d also be a big fan of All Might, flexible enough to handle my hectic schedule, okay with spicy food, enjoy casual nights in rather than fancy restaurants…”

Wait.

What.

{One Shot}

Rated - Mature

Be Grateful by MnstrCutie

Summary: Izuku is discovered by a familiar face and after years of living on the run, alone and hurt and fearful, he's given the opportunity to change all of that. He accepts and he's very grateful.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Sero’s New Guy by @mikacrispy

Summary: Sero has a new guy. Katsuki falls in love with the guy.

Or: Katsuki struggles with falling in love with his friend's date.

Or: Izuku is a ray of sunshine who conquers the heart of the whole Bakusquad.

Complete | 10 Chapters | Chubby Deku

Rated - Explicit

Sweetness by Mikacrispy

Summary: Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki changes his working hours for the graveyard shift and struggles to keep himself awake. Lucky for Bakugou, the heavens send him an angel in the form of a sexy barista with the chubby cheeks of cherub and a fat ass made by God himself. Now, talking to Deku is the best part of Ground Zero's night.

Complete | 2 Chapters | Chubby Deku

Rated - Explicit

The nightclub by @silverynight

Summary: From the shadows, someone knocks the man out.

Izuku recognizes the hero suit even before the blond walks into the light completely. Dynamight is a lot taller in person.

"Sorry to steal all the fun, but I got really pissed at him," he huffs, grimacing at the unconscious man on the ground before smirking at Izuku. "You were handling it pretty well... for a nerd."

He adds the last bit after noticing Izuku's All Might shirt...

"Thank you, Dynamight," Izuku mumbles then, feeling himself blush. The truth is that he's one of his favorite pro heroes, but he's not going to say that to him. Not after being called nerd.

One Shot | Strangers au

Rated - Teen & Up

The Bigger Small Moments by poonyoon

Summary: Midoriya Izuku owns a bakery, and does competitive weightlifting for fun! Needless to say, Bakugou Katsuki has his gay awakening at age 22 and refuses to get over himself as they slowly become friends and eventually, something more.

Incomplete | 20/? Chapters

Rated - Explicit

Actions Speak Louder by TsunaidaMay

Summary: When Bakugou Katsuki meets Midoriya Izuku at a Pro Hero fan-event, he's intrigued by the intricate way Izuku's hands move, emphasizing every word and phrase. After another chance meeting, Katsuki will soon come to learn that sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

Complete | 15 Chapters | Strangers AU

Rated - Explicit

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress

Summary: Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.

Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter: Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out.

‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Complete | 4 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

Hikikomori by Mikacrispy

Summary: In Izuku's home, Katsuki found his safe space. Maybe that's why Izuku can't leave.

— — —

Or: Izuku is a shut-in who doesn't leave his home. Katsuki is married to his job as a hero. They're both hurting but they heal each other.

Complete | 5 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

The Scoop by MJBunnyLuv

Summary: Izuku Midoriya...

Quirkless ✅

Nerd ✅

Award Winning Journalist ✅

Completely enthralled by heroes and everything they do, Izuku has made it his life's mission to show everyone exactly who these icons are behind the costumes. From battling stereotypes to giving heroes a chance to be silly and let loose a bit, Izuku covers it all. He's made some friends in the community, interviewed some of his biggest idols, and even accepted awards he never thought he'd win. But there's one interview he's been avoiding ever since he came on the scene...Dynamight -AKA Katsuki Bakugou- his childhood friend turned bully, and newly named Number 1 Hero. Surely, Izuku can avoid him forever, right?

Incomplete | 14/? Chapters

Last Updated 2023

Rated - Teen & Up

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yaimlight · 2 years

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Chapter Seven: The Point Of No Return

Rating: E 18+ (scenes of a bloody and violent nature)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Summary: Blood soaked and barely conscious, that’s how Katsuki remembers you now and with no way of knowing where or when you are he has no choice but to wait and hope that when the time comes he can save you from your gruesome fate. No matter how long he has to wait to do so.

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Despite how stressful the last few weeks had been, Katsuki was feeling pretty good. He had finally been able to ditch Deku, going back to his normal work schedule and finally deemed fit enough to work on his own. The city was currently experiencing a dip in criminal activity as well, due to a large gang finally having been taken down and no one having stepped up into the space yet. Normally this would have pissed Katsuki off, left him on edge and looking for an outlet for all his excess energy but he had decided to use the time to better improve his image, Y/Ns in depth knowledge of the people she helped making him feel slightly inadequate. So he was using the time to get to know the people on his patrol routes and though he still had little patience for the gossip and people constantly jabbering on he had managed to build up some form of rapport with a lot of the business owners and their regular customers, even if it was only just a few grunted words or a nod in greeting.

People had stopped bringing up his scars as well, seemingly having gotten used to them now and just accepting them as part of his image. Sure he still got the occasional fan who would stare at them but he had managed to stop either shutting down or getting angry about it, instead just gruffly directing their attention elsewhere. It had taken a lot of therapy and a few outbursts that had left him feeling shaken and exposed but he was getting there. His visits to his shrink had even gone down from being weekly to every other week so he knew that something was working. He was sleeping better, having less nightmares and actually sleeping through till morning most nights and he had even been able to shove his sleeping pills to the back of the cupboard, not having touched them in months.

His life was getting back to where it should be, his ranking going back up and his sponsors having gained and interest in him again, he even had a new line of fitness clothes coming out soon, something actually tasteful that he wouldn’t mind wearing to the gym himself and had even picked up a sponsorship deal for some high end shoe company that wanted to do a whole hero range. He had even let Eijirou and Deku talk him into HeroCon, Katsuki finally making his first appearance and if he were to believe his publicist ticket sales had shot through the roof after the announcement of his involvement. All in all things were going well, Katsuki’s life finally getting back to some form of normality but there was just one thing wrong and it was beyond his control to fix it.

He knew he couldn’t prevent Y/N from popping in and out of his life, knew that his time was almost up but he couldn’t stop himself from hating it. It felt like the longest goodbye, like in one of those shitty romance films Mina liked so much when you just knew the main character was going to leave and you were just waiting for it to happen. It was a shit situation but Katsuki was determined to make the most of the time he had left, even if it was only a handful of minutes.

Fuck.

When did his life become the plot out of one of his shitty romance novels?

As if summoned by the thought of her a loud pop sounded through the room. Katsuki didn’t bother looking up from the stove, shouting over his shoulder as he flipped over the pork cutlets he had frying, “if you want food you better hurry up and get your ass in here. The idiot squad is coming over and you know Denki won’t leave you anything”. He didn’t think she would still be there when the idiots turned up and he still hadn’t told anyone about her but it was nice to pretend for a second. He imagined it’s what it would be like a few years from now when she was actually there for squad night. The way she was with his cooking Katsuki could imagine her and Denki fighting over it like they hadn’t eaten in weeks, the other blonde pouting when she undoubtedly won.

Silence answered him, the only noise the sound of food frying. Frowning he glanced over his shoulder, expecting to find her leaning against the counter and smiling at him, just watching him as he moved around the kitchen. It had been annoying at first but then he had realised she just liked watching him cook, making light conversation with the occasional question about what he was doing and he liked having her attention so he had never told her to stop. She wasn’t there though, the space annoyingly empty and he frowned in confusion. He had heard it, that loud pop that signalled her arrival so she was definitely in the apartment so where the hell was she?

“If you’re naked just grab something from the bedroom,” he shouted, turning his attention back to the food. It wouldn’t be the first time she had turned up part way undressed and he had learnt quickly to keep a spare set of clothes in his office after the underwear incident. Mina had been suspicious as fuck when she had bumped into him on the way out the store and Katsuki had thankfully been saved from having to explain the bag of women’s clothes he was clutching by a call from the old hag, something he had never thought he would be grateful for. Still there was no answer and an uneasy feeling settled deep in his gut. Surely she hadn’t popped in and out of his time in the same breath?

Katsuki turned off the hob, moving the pan back so the cutlet wouldn’t burn. He snatched up his glass of water off the edge, taking a sip as he headed out of the kitchen in search of the woman. “Hey dumb ass you better appreciate my amazing skills or I’ll let your ungrateful ass go hungry,” he grumbled, turning the corner and stepping out into the living room, hoping the untrue implication he wouldn’t feed her would get her to come scurrying out of her hiding place.

Katsuki came to a sudden stop as he stepped further out into the living room, finally catching sight of the woman. The glass slipped from his fingers, smashing against the floor and sending glass and water flying. Y/N coughed, her head lolling to the side and resting against the wall she was sitting against. Her lips pulled up into a pained smile, blood clinging to her lips. “Hey blondie,” she gasped out, dissolving into a coughing fit that had more blood spluttering from her lips and dripping down her chin.

Katsuki’s body jerked into action, sprinting across the room and dropping to his knees next to her. “Shit, shit, shit,” he chanted, hands scrambling to cover hers that were loosely pressed against her stomach. There was so much blood, her hands and stomach slick with it and it was quickly covering his own hands as he pressed down on the gaping wound he could see peeking out from between her splayed fingers.

His heart slammed against his chest, his ribs and lungs hurting with it as his breathing picked up. Panic and fear gripped hold of him, sinking their nails in and making him feel sick. The bleeding wasn’t stopping, the warm blood bubbling up from under their hands. Cursing Katsuki let go of her and instantly her hands slipped, like his hold had been the only thing keeping them there and exposed the wound even more. It looked like she had been stabbed but by something much larger than a knife, the hole in the left side of her stomach the size of a tennis ball.

He yanked off his top, scrunching it up and pressing it down against her stomach in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She groaned loudly, her back arching slightly as he pressed down hard. He was hurting her, he knew that but if he was going to keep her alive long enough to get help he needed to stop the bleeding before she lost too much and it wouldn’t matter anymore. He needed his phone, needed to call an ambulance but he had stupidly left it on the kitchen table having abandoned it when he started cooking. Maybe if he was quick enough, he would be able to grab it and be back in a matter of seconds. He had to try, couldn’t just sit here and watch her die.

He was about to get up, the pressure on her stomach easing when he felt wet fingers brush against his wrist, stopping any plans he had of moving. “’m sorry,” she slurred and Katsuki’s gaze snapped up to her face, confused as to what she was apologising for. “Last minute, couldn’t tell you,” she mumbled, eyes hazy and distant. It was only then that Katsuki noticed she was in her hero costume, the black and blue fabric ripped and scorched, her deathly pale skin dirty and splattered in blood. Realization sank in like an ice cold blade to the heart. She didn’t know it was him. She thought it was her Katsuki and he felt a surge of rage towards his older self. They had clearly been together so why the hell hadn’t he protected her?

“So pretty,” she whispered, a shaky hand slowly lifting up to cup his scarred cheek. Even through the slightly tacky blood he could feel how cold her skin was and his worry spiked once more. He needed to get help and he needed to do it now. She hummed softly, her hold on him going lax and her hand sliding from his face, smearing blood down his neck and chest. Her hand landed in her lap with a dulled thud, her eyes fluttering closed as her whole body went lax.

“Hey,” Katsuki snapped desperately, taking a hand away from her stomach to cup her neck, smearing blood across the pale skin as he shook her. She groaned, eyelashes fluttering as her eyes opened slightly. He could see that she wasn’t focusing though, her eyes not really seeing what was going on around her. She looked like a rag doll, arms limp at her sides and slumped against the wall, her chin resting on her shoulder. He couldn’t leave her like this, knew the minute he let go of her to get his phone she would slip into unconsciousness.

He sucked in a deep breath, turning his head towards his front door. “HELP!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, the desperation clear as his voice wobbled. It was a long shot but he had to try, had to see if he could get someone’s attention. He had to do something, he couldn’t just let someone else die when he was supposed to be the hero.

“Third floor,” she mumbled. “What?” Katsuki snapped, jerking his head back round to look at her. “West wing,” her eyes began to droop again, that distant look just getting worse. “Second on the left,” she coughed out, body jerking and lips wet with blood. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her skin seeming to get even colder under his hand. He didn’t understand what she was saying, her words slurred and made no sense. “Love you,” she breathed, her eyes finally closing.

Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath, shaking her again but nothing happened. “Wake up,” he pleaded, letting go of her stomach to grab her face with both his hands and shaking a little more forcefully but nothing happened. “Come on stop fucking around,” his voice trembled, tears welling in his eyes as he gripped both her shoulders and shook her again. Her head lolled back, her body completely lifeless in his hold and still she didn’t open her eyes.

This couldn’t be happening.

A loud pop cut through the room like a whip cracking and suddenly Katsuki found himself falling forward, the body underneath him vanishing. His hands slipped against the hardwood floor as he lurched forward, his arms buckling and dragging through the large puddle of blood that had formed on the floor. The smell hit him then, thick and metallic, invading his senses and coating his tongue. Katsuki gagged, the putrid smell suffocating him as it forced its way down his throat.

Eyes wide Katsuki pushed himself up, hands slipping once more as he scrambled backwards until his back hit the opposite wall. His stomach churned as he looked on in horror at what lay before him, the puddle of blood smeared across his floor and a dirty and bloody handprint standing out against his white wall along with a smear of blood where she had sunk down to the floor. Katsuki tipped to the side and emptied his stomach across the floor. His stomach ached with it, his throat burning as his lunch forced its way up, hitting the ground with a wet splat. His body heaved, nails scratching into the varnished wood, the putrid smell rising up and chasing the stench of blood away.

When there was nothing left to empty he slumped back against the wall, bringing his hand up to wipe at his lips only to stop short when he caught sight of the state he was in. Blood, so much blood. His hands were covered in it, the red liquid smeared across his arms and standing out against his skin. He stared down at his hands in horror, holding them up before him and watching them tremble.

His mind raced, trying to work through what had just happened but his mind kept getting stuck on her pale body limp in his hold, her normally warm skin cold like ice. This couldn’t be happening, his mind refusing to accept what he had just witnessed. It had to be a nightmare, his twisted mind mixing all his fears with what he felt for her. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t because if it was then that meant she was, that she was. A lump formed In Katsuki’s throat, like he had swallowed a rock and his mind refused to finish the thought.

No, she had still been breathing when she vanished, her pulse there just faint but alive nonetheless. She didn’t have long though, it would have only been minutes before she had lost too much blood, until it was too late. His mind chose then to catch up, supplying him with every possibility but none of them were good. What if she hadn’t made it? What if she went back there and he was too late? He might find a lifeless body, cold to the touch and smeared with his own bloody handprints. Maybe he wouldn’t find her at all, her body hidden beneath rubble and left to rot all alone.

She could already be dead and he wouldn’t know for years to come.

Katsuki couldn’t move, paralyzed by the thought and staring at his blood soaked hands. It kept replaying through his mind again and again, his tears freely streaming down his face now. He wouldn’t know, not until it was too late and he would have to live through meeting her, loving her with the fear of this day creeping ever closer. Briefly he thought of being able to prevent it, imagined being able to protect her from whatever harm came her way but deep down he knew it was impossible. He didn’t even know her location, what they had even been doing. His future self had already lived through this day and yet it had still happened, seemingly as inescapable as his own pain. He had already failed before he even got the chance to stop it from happening.

He didn’t know how long he sat there for, his mind going numb but the sun was setting, the blood dried on his skin and his body cold. It was like he had given up, his body unable or unwilling to move, to even twitch. What was the point any more, if she was already dead?

That was how Eijirou found him.

Katsuki didn’t even really register the knocking on the door, the muffled voice calling through it, nor the rattle of keys in the lock. “Hey man you home? I tried knocking but there wasn’t an answer,” Eijirou yelled, voice echoing along the corridor. “Bakubro you…KATSUKI!” he heard the jangle of keys hitting the floor, the thud of knees as Eijirou dropped down next to him. Insistent and panicked hands frantically searched Katsuki’s body for injury and he just sat there letting him. Hands gripped his face, tilting his head up and Katsuki blinked, the movement pulling him slightly from his own mind as his eyes tried to focus on the redhead.

He looked worried, fear in his eyes as he stared down at Katsuki. “Tell me where you’re hurt,” he demanded. Grunting Katsuki knocked his hands away from him. “Not mine,” he mumbled and Eijirou frowned, eyes darting across his blood covered skin. “It’s hers,” he grunted, jerking his head towards the opposite wall and the bloody handprint that was clearly too small to be his. Eijirou turned his head, eyes darting around the space and taking in the mass of blood, the vomit, the broken glass and the long since dried puddle of water.

“Who’s?” he asked wearily, his body tensing and eyes darting around again. He was looking for a threat, Katsuki recognising his demeanour but he wouldn’t find anything. There was no threat here. No, the threat lay years away in some unknown location and having claimed a life already. Katsuki mumbled her name, Eijirou’s face scrunching up in confusion. “Who?” he asked again and Katsuki made a pained noise, hands twitching against his thighs.

Katsuki crumbled in on himself, not caring as he buried his bloodied hands in his hair and brought his knees up. “Please Katsuki, you need to talk to me. Who’s blood? I can’t help if you don’t tell me what happened,” Eijirou begged, hands landing on Katsuki’s shoulders. “Can’t help her,” he choked out. He couldn’t help her, he didn’t even know who she was, where to fucking find her to warn her. He knew nothing about her apart from the fact she liked cheesy romance novels, took her tea black with two sugars, liked spicy food and had a persistent sweet tooth. She likes to cuddle on the sofa at night whilst they watch shitty TV, and likes to walk around in oversized sweatshirts and fluffy socks regardless of the weather. He knew a lot of things about her as a person but nothing that would help him find her in the here and now.

“Why not?” Katsuki just shook his head, a lump forming in his throat. “Katsuki, why can’t we help her?” His voice was hard, a slight edge to it like he was implying Katsuki had done something and the blonde felt the fragile hold he had on himself snap. “BECAUSE SHE’S GONE!” he roared, shoving the redhead away from him and scrambling to his feet. Katsuki’s heart was back to thumping away, hands shaking as he stood there and glared down at his friend sprawled across the floor, looking up at him with wide surprised filled eyes.

“She’s gone and I couldn’t do anything to save her,” Katsuki cried, gesturing to the blood stains and breathing heavily, tears in his eyes once more but refusing to fall. Katsuki had failed. Yet again. Katsuki had failed and now someone else was dead. Katsuki screamed, anger consuming him. He spun around, slamming his fist into the wall and letting his palms spark. The drywall cracked, giving way and crumbling, his hand throbbing. He screwed his eyes shut, letting his head fall forward to thump against the wall, his body thrumming with anger. How could she have let this happen, how did he let it happen to her? Heroes were supposed to save lives. He should have been there, should have protected her. If he loved her even only as much as he did now he would have given anything to keep her safe, so how had she ended up bleeding out on his floor?

Strong hands wrapped around his wrist and hand, gently pulling his hand from the wall, his voice gentle as he spoke, “you did what you could Katsuki, everyone knows that. The girl…” Katsuki snarled, yanking his hand out of the other man’s hold as he spun around to look at him. “I’m not talking about the kid,” he growled out angrily. He knew what had happened that day wasn’t his fault and had spent hours in therapy to accept that. He could understand though, why Eijirou would jump to that conclusion. He didn’t know anything about Y/N, didn’t even know she existed and that was his fault too, wanting to keep her to himself when he should have told someone from the start. Eijirou would have understood, he always did.

“She’s my…we are…she’s…” Katsuki couldn’t get the words out though because they weren’t anything. He was nothing to her other than a ghost of the man she knew and she was just the promise of what was to come to him. Groaning, he buried his hands in his hair again and tugged at the strands painfully. Eijirou grabbed his hands, easing them from his hair before he could yank any strands free. “Okay,” he said calmly, looking Katsuki straight in the eyes and the blond sighed, letting his body go lax as he slumped forward into the other man. He fisted his hands in his shirt, head resting on his shoulder and just pulled in one shaky breath after another. Eijirou wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly as they just stood there in silence.

Katsuki didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t call the cops, whatever happened hadn’t happened yet so there was no crime he could report. The police had the same access to records as Katsuki did so if he hadn’t been able to find her then neither would they. He was fucking useless, unable to do anything and left with an uneasy feeling that he had just lost the most important thing in his life. Pathetic, useless piece of shit. What good was knowing what was to come if he couldn’t fucking stop it from happening?

Knocking on the door startled Katsuki out of his spiralling thoughts, jerking back from Eijirou like he had been burned and looking anywhere but at his friend and the mess on the floor. The other man gripped his shoulders, holding him still and looking at him with a glum face. “I’ll take care of it. Why don’t you take a shower and get a change of clothes,” Katsuki sucked in a shaky breath, managing to nod his head once. He had forgotten that the others were coming and the thought of them seeing him like this left him feeling sick. He was supposed to be strong, to be an unmovable and unwavering symbol of justice. He wasn’t supposed to show weaknesses and here he was, breaking apart when in reality he should be the one holding all this shit together.

Eijirou squeezed his shoulders before gently nudging him towards the bathroom as the knocking came again. Katsuki trudged away, his body feeling heavy as he slipped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click just as the mumbled sound of talking reached his ears. He moved out of habit, turning the light on and taking the few steps to the sink. His red hands stood out against the white porcelain as he gripped the sides, his knuckles cracking from how tightly he gripped it. Taking a deep breath he looked up, his eyes meeting his reflection.

He looked like shit, his eyes red rimmed and skin blotchy and pale. There was so much blood, the dark red substance streaked through his hair and smeared down his neck and chest, it was so thick on his hands and arms that it almost looked like he had gloves on. Shakily he lifted a hand to his scarred cheek and the dried bloody handprint that covered it. Lightly he traced a finger along the slightly raised marks, remembering the ghost of her hand there, delicately tracing his scars and telling him how handsome he was, how beautiful she thought him. What if that had been the last time he ever got to hear her say those things?

Katsuki’s skin itched, every place where her blood lay burning like it was acid. He shoved away from the sink and quickly yanked his jogging bottoms off, tripping over them in his desperation to get to the shower. He turned the water on as hot as it could go and frantically started to scrub at his skin, the water turned red, swirling down the drain and left Katsuki feeling sick once more, stomach churning but his body having nothing left to give.

Off, he needed to get it off. His skin prickled, turning red and stinging as he scrubbed and scrubbed at every inch of his body, even after the water ran clear. He was desperate and even though he could no longer see it he could still fill her blood on him, the feeling having sunk into him and seemingly impossible to get rid of. His breathing was ragged, his heart aching with how fast it was beating against his ribs and the feeling of nausea growing with every second.

His legs buckled and Katsuki went crashing to the floor, pain shooting from his knees and up his legs as he crumpled in on himself. His hands clawed at the tub, his head bowed forward and the steaming hot water hitting his back and sliding off his stinging skin. He sucked in a breath, eyes screwed shut and he just opened his mouth and screamed. His ears rang with it, eyes stinging as fat tears rolled down his face. Soon enough his scream cut off into gasping sobs, his throat feeling raw and hands aching as he pounded them against the tub.

He felt helpless, like everything was out of his control. There had to be something he could do, anything to warn her, save her. Anything. “Please,” he choked out, pleading to anyone that was listening. She had to be alive, she had to. He couldn’t have lost her before he had even gotten the chance to know her.

The water ran cold, his tears stopping but still Katsuki stayed huddled at the bottom of the bath, his body shivering from the cold. He knew he had to get up, knew he couldn’t stay there but he didn’t want to get out, didn’t want to go out there and see her blood all over his floor and face the reality that she was gone. He could hear Eijirou moving around outside, his heavy steps stopping outside the bathroom door and probably listening in to make sure Katsuki was still breathing.

Oh god Eijirou.

He owed the other man an explanation, something more than the garbled mess that had come out of his mouth. If he had been in the redheads shoes Katsuki would probably have called the police, would have had him dragged off to a hospital and fucking sectioned for having lost it. Eijirou had trusted him though and Katsuki at least owed it to him to do the same in return.

Cold and still shaking Katsuki slowly pulled himself up, shutting off the water and stepping out onto the rug. He took his time rubbing himself dry and pulling on a clean set of clothes, trying to put off going back out there. He didn’t look in the mirror, didn’t need to see his reflection to know he looked like shit, rung out and empty. He stood at the door, hand curled around the handle and pulled in a deep breath, trying to ready himself for what was still out there.

Katsuki’s eyes instantly went to the wall when he stepped out, expecting to find blood and vomit but instead he found the floor clean, the broken glass gone. He could see that Eijirou had tried to clean the wall but despite his best efforts there was still a slightly pink smear on the white paint. He would have to paint it, repaint the whole wall and get the other one re-plastered. Hide away the evidence of his outburst and her death like it had never happened. Like she had never happened.

“I thought you might want a drink,” Katsuki turned slowly, finding Eijirou coming toward him from the kitchen with two steaming mugs, an uneasy and small smile on his face. “Thanks,” Katsuki mumbled, accepting the cup and trudging over to the sofa, sinking down into the corner, his back to the wall so he would have to look at it and see her still slumped there, bleeding out and dying. Eijirou followed, sitting down in the arm chair and watching Katsuki intently. He didn’t look at his friend, staring ahead at the blank TV and cupping his hands around the cup, letting the heat seep into him. “What happened Katsuki?” Eijirou finally asked, his voice gentle yet leaving no room for Katsuki to try and get out of it. Groaning he rested his elbows on his knees and leant forward, taking one shaky breath after another.

He told Eijirou everything.

He let Katsuki talk for ages, the words tumbling from his mouth in a rush, like they had been waiting to get out. He listened intently, asking the occasional question when Katsuki rushed over something but letting him explain things for the most part. It felt good to finally get everything out there, to tell someone else about the woman who had been such an important part of his life for the last year. Some things were harder than others, Katsuki not wanting to dwell on the circumstances that had led to his scars but most of it came easy, Katsuki actually smiling and laughing about some of the situations he had found himself in over the last twelve months.

They fell into silence when Katsuki finally finished, the implications of how Eijirou had found Katsuki hanging heavy between them. “Shit,” Eijirou mumbled, slumping back in the chair and running a hand through his hair, messing up his spikes. Katsuki just grunted, his tea now stone cold having been forgotten as he talked. He felt lighter having told Eijirou everything but that didn’t change the fact there was a tight and heavy ball of worry in his stomach, the not knowing leaving him feeling twitchy.

“At least you know where she is though,” Katsuki frowned, turning his attention to his friend. “No I don’t,” he grunted. Eijirou looked at him in confusion, like it should have been obvious. “Sure you do. Third floor, west wing, second on the right,” he said with such certainty and Katsuki scowled even more, his anger building. “That could be fucking anywhere. It means jack shit to me,” he spat out. He didn’t know where she was or what she sodding meant. He didn’t have a clue and it wasn’t like he could do anything here, trapped three years in the past and so fucking useless.

“Well not now but then, in the future,” he scratched at his chin, looking thoughtful and Katsuki just stared at him. “What?” he snapped, the redhead having lost him. “You said you thought she was talking to future you but what if she knew it was you and was trying to pass on a message. She was telling you so, well, the you then would know”. Katsuki stared as his friend's words sank in, blinking slowly.

Could that be it? His future self didn’t know she was there so she told him, trusting that Katsuki wouldn’t forget and would be there waiting for her when she got back to her own time. Maybe he wasn’t too late but too early instead. Maybe he still had a chance. Maybe she was still alive. Katsuki grabbed hold of the small sliver of hope with both hands, clutching at it in his desperation. She was out there somewhere waiting for Katsuki to save her life. He would save her, had to save her and he would spend the next few years making sure he was the best he could possibly be to make that a reality.

Eijirou stayed, the two of them spending the night at opposite ends of the sofa and Katsuki telling him everything he knew about her and the little bits of information she had let slip about the future, including the fact that he and Mina had gotten married, the redhead blushing as he admitted to have been thinking about asking her. It was nice, to have the time to actually talk to one another in a way that they hadn’t really gotten to do since school. It was a distraction though and when he finally crawled into bed the image of her limp in his arms came back in full force, his skin itching like he still had dried blood on him.

He didn’t sleep that night.

The next day Katsuki left Eijirou asleep on his couch as he headed out to work, knowing the other man had the day off and didn’t need to be anywhere any time soon. His heart stuttered as he walked past the faded smear of blood on his wall, the image of her flashing through his mind and he made a mental note to get paint on the way home, knowing he wouldn’t sleep that night so he might as well do something that had to be done. He tried not to think about her, tried not to walk around tense and ears straining for that forsaken popping noise. It didn’t work though, Katsuki was constantly on edge and just waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did though and as the weeks dragged on Katsuki found himself losing hope. Every day that went past and she didn’t show left Katsuki falling deeper into himself, growing quiet and just going through the motions. His nightmares came back except a thousand times worse because it wasn’t just the little girl any more. No, now she held hands with Y/N, the child pale, her face blotchy and purple and Y/N looking like death, dripping blood and demanding to know why he let them die.

He tried, he tried so fucking hard to carry on but three weeks later and Katsuki felt like he had aged twenty years. He had come clean to his shrink a week ago, Eijirou making him after Katsuki led him on a half an hour wild goose chase after he thought he had seen her in the crowd. He wasn’t coping and though his behaviour hadn’t been as self-destructive as when the child had died it was still detrimental to his health, Katsuki only still going because he knew that was what was expected of him, knew that was what she would have wanted but every morning it was getting harder to get out of bed and he had spent his last day off hidden away in his bedroom, huddled under the sheets and rereading one shitty romance book after another.

Katsuki glared at his closed office door, leaning against his desk and just wishing the day was over but he was only half way through his shift, his afternoon patrol still to come. By some strange twist of fate he had found himself paired with Eijirou, the man on his way from his own agency to accompany him. They had sprouted some bullshit about a joint agency thing but Katsuki knew it for what it was. They were worried about him, about what he would do as he closed himself off and they wanted Eijirou to keep an eye on him, assuming a friend would have better luck than some random. He should be thankful he hadn’t ended up with Deku again but the nerd was busy, assigned the task of showing the new hero the agency had acquired around for the week. Katsuki had been avoiding them all day, not wanting to have to deal with Deku’s bubbly attitude and whatever poor sod was being forced to trail after him.

POP!

Outside he could hear people talking, everyone sounding so fucking happy as they went about their day and Katsuki wanted to open the door and yell at them. He didn’t want people to be happy when he was in mourning. He wanted quiet, he wanted darkness, he wanted to be on his own but most of all he wanted to grieve his loss. He hated that he was having to pretend that nothing had happened, hated that he had to act like he wasn’t grieving. He wanted to scream and rage but he felt like he didn’t have the right to. She hadn’t been his, still wasn’t so what gave him the right to act like she was?

He would have to go through all this again. Years from now when he had been allowed to love her, to hold her every day and weave her into his life. He would be able to mourn her then though, when he put her in the ground and laid her to rest. He was going to lose her twice but at least the next time he would get some form of closure, wouldn’t have to live with her death hanging over his head like it was now. How was he supposed to let this woman into his life knowing that he would only get a few short years with her before he lost her? How was he supposed to go through life knowing someone he cared for was going to die and that he wasn’t able to stop it from happening?

“If you glare at it hard enough maybe it’ll explode”. Katsuki startled, pushing away from his desk and spinning round to where the voice had come from. She was watching him from where she was leaning against the wall, her eyes full of amusement and an easy smile on her lips. She looked fine, her skin flushed with life and no sign of blood anywhere to be found. “Hey blondie,” she greeted, pushing away from the wall and Katsuki was on her in seconds.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, yanking her against his chest and holding her tightly, burying his head in her neck. She laughed, the sound bright and happy as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back. Fuck he had missed that sound. Relief crashed into him, the tension he had been carrying around for the last few weeks vanishing in an instant. “You’re alive,” he sighed, his voice muffled by her shoulder. She was alive and okay, solid and whole in his arms. “All thanks to you,” she whispered, carding her fingers through his hair and gripping at his back.

Her words sank in slowly just like the heat that radiated off of her. He had saved her. Katsuki had saved her. His heart lurched, eyes prickling as his emotions crashed through him. The relief he felt at having her here, knowing she was okay was almost palatable. Katsuki felt almost overwhelmed by it all but she grounded him, kept him tethered to the moment instead of letting it all pull him under. She was real. She was real and here and alive. He hadn’t failed.

She started to shift and reluctantly he let her pull away, his hands falling to her hips and keeping her close still. She smiled up at him, lifting a hand up to cup his scarred cheek. A memory flashed through his mind, a cold and bloody hand following the same jagged lines and Katsuki’s stomach churned, his skin feeling like it was burning under her hand. “Thank you Katsuki,” she said sincerely, cutting through the image and jerking him back to the version of her that stood before him. “I didn’t do anything,” he mumbled, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. “You will though so thank you,” she smiled softly, “you are quite literally my hero now”.

Katsuki’s hands twitched at that, his chest puffing out in pride whilst also feeling undeserving of her praise. The mix of feeling was short lived though, Y/N letting out a hiss of pain and her face contorting with pain. “Shit,” Katsuki jerked back, snatching his hands away from her as he looked down at her stomach in panic. She looked fine but how long had it been for her? Time was never consistent for them, the weeks that had stretched between her visits to him only being a couple of days for her, if not ours sometimes. She was wearing leggings and one of his hoodies, all soft and loose fitting and things that wouldn’t aggravate a still healing wound. “It’s fine, just got released today so everything’s a little tender still,” she explained, smiling reassuringly at him.

Katsuki nodded and took a step back, wanting to put some distance between them and not wanting to risk causing her any more discomfort but this time she was the one who didn’t let him get far, her hand darting out to grab his and pull him back towards her. “I’m okay, you don’t need to worry. You can still touch me,” she gave him a pleading look, her eyes wide and shimmering and not for the first time in the last year he felt like she wasn’t talking to him now, trying to convey something that his future self wasn’t quite getting.

Grunting he laced their fingers together and let her step back into his space. He placed his other hand on her hip, the side that she hadn’t been bleeding from and urged her a little closer. He made sure to be gentle, his touch light and thumb gently brushing against her side. She sighed, placing her free hand over his heart, her fingers toying with the collar of his top.

The atmosphere seemed to shift, it becoming heavy and gloomy. She looked sad, a frown tugging at her lips as her eyes roamed across him, like she was trying to commit him to memory. “This is the last time,” he grunted. It wasn’t a question, the realisation coming to him suddenly and he glanced at the clock above his door. He hadn’t noticed the time she had turned up but he knew her last appearance had only lasted for about ten minutes. His grip on her hand tightened, as if that would somehow keep her with him. A sad smile tugged at his lips but she didn’t deny it.

A loud shout came from outside and her attention darted to the side, stepping in closer to him as if to try and hide herself from anyone who might come through the door and eyeing it uneasily. That was his fault, hiding her away and making her feel unwelcome in his life when he should have let her roam free. She shouldn’t have to hide just because he was a selfish and possessive bastard. “It’s fine, Deku’s showing some new hero around and everyone’s acting like idiots,” he mumbled. Something flashed through her eyes at that, quicker than Katsuki could identify but it left them sparkling with a knowing glint and a wide smile on her lips spreading across her face.

She laughed, Katsuki frowning in confusion but before he could ask what was so funny she was pulling him into a hug, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and tucking her head under his chin. It took him a second to react, startled by the sudden change in atmosphere but soon enough he was relaxing into it, looping his arms around her and burying his nose in her hair. She already smelt like him. Like home.

“I’ll be seeing you blondie,” her breath tickled against his neck and sent a shiver down his spine. He tightened his hold on her, not wanting to let her go, not wanting this to be over just yet but it was out of his control. She would be vanishing from his life any second now and he didn’t want to taint their last moments together with his shitty attitude. “Soon?” he asked, voice muffled in her hair. He sounded hopeful, waiting for an answer he didn’t expect to get. She had never told him before when he asked so why would she start now.

With a laugh she pulled back, cupping his cheek and tracing her thumb along the scars under his eye. He mimicked the action, his hand seeming big as she turned her face into his touch. “Sooner than you think,” she teased, winking at him. Katsuki frowned at her in confusion, mouth opening to ask her what she meant but before he could get the words out a loud pop cut through the room and she was gone, her laughter echoing through the room before that too faded.

Katsuki let his hand fall, feeling cold at her sudden loss. So that was it then. She was gone and he was alone for however long it would be before she came back into his life. He felt exhausted, the emotional whiplash of finding out she was alive and having to let her go all over again taking its toll. At least he knew now that despite everything she would still be there at the end. He wouldn’t be left standing over her grave and trying to work out where he had fucked up.

“Hey Bakubro, you ready to go?” Eijirou called, knocking on the frosted glass even as he opened the door. Katsuki turned towards his friend, the redhead frowning slightly as he dragged his eyes over the blonde. “What happened?” he asked cautiously, closing the door behind him and letting his eyes dart around the room. “She’s alive,” he said simply, his voice rough and gravelly.

Confusion flashed across Eijirou’s face before understanding set in and a massive grin split his face in two. “That’s fantastic,” he exclaimed excitedly, taking a few long strides across the room and yanking Katsuki into a bone crushing hug. Katsuki groaned, shoving the other man away from him as he sucked in a much needed breath. “What the hell shitty hair, you trying to kill me?” he barked, rubbing at his arms where the other man’s arms had dug in.

He laughed, pulling away and looking sheepish as he rubbed at the back of his neck, “sorry man, got a little excited but this is good right? She’s alive!” Eijirou’s enthusiasm was infectious and Katsuki soon found himself beaming at his friend, “yeah”. It was good, better than good. She was alive and safe and Katsuki wouldn’t have to bury her. Eijirou nudged him in the shoulder and Katsuki’s smile fell as he stumbled to the side slightly, turning to glare at his laughing friend. “Come on, got work to be doing,” he grumbled, shoving the redhead out the way as he stalked over to the door, Eijirou’s laughter following behind.

He felt lighter now, like a weight had been lifted not only from his shoulders but also his heart. Sure he would have to wait for her to be part of his life but at least now he knew he wouldn’t have to go through their entire relationship waiting for the day she would die. He was excited for the day when he finally met her, frustrated he would have to wait but it would all be worth it in the end. Katsuki didn’t do anything by halves and he sure as hell wouldn’t start now. When he finally met her he would make sure to sweep her off her feet and treat her like the fucking princess she was. He wouldn’t let her go, ever and that was a promise.

He yanked the door open, striding out of his office with a new found determination and walked right into someone as they walked past. “Watch where you’re going dumb ass,” he snarled, catching himself on the doorframe so as to not fall back on his ass. “Said the guy who just walks out without looking,” the person he had walked into snarked and Katsuki’s head snapped up recognising that voice instantly. His eyes widened as he found Y/N glaring at him, dressed in her hero costume and arms folded across her chest. “You’re back,” he breathed and her brows furrowed, looking at Katsuki like he had a screw loose. “Right,” she said, eyeing Katsuki suspiciously.

It sank in then, the slight differences. She looked a little younger, her stance a lot more closed off than he was used to and her face blank instead of filled with the fondness and love that he was so accustomed to. Her hero outfit was the same except there was no electric blue, everything just black. His eyes dropped down to her stomach, landing on smooth unmarked skin instead of scars or bandages that he had been expecting. It was her, his times version of her and he had just yelled at her and called her a dumb ass. Shit.

She went to step back but Eijirou got there first, reaching around Katsuki to offer her his hand and introducing himself, “hey I’m Red Riot”. Her attention snapped to him, her scowl easing into a smile but Katsuki could tell it was forced, it not quite reaching her guarded and cold eyes. She introduced herself and he knew he should be listening but everything was white noise as he stared at her intently. Here, she was here.

Silence fell between them as she let Eijirou’s hand fall and the redhead nudged Katsuki in the side startling him out of his stupor. He fumbled as he yanked his glove off, reached out his hand to her as he let the garment fall to the floor, “I’m Kats…” he started but she cut him off, ignoring his outstretched hand as she took a step back. “Yeah, not interested,” she said dismissively, turning her attention back to Eijirou. “It was nice meeting you though,” she smiled, nodding her head politely at the redhead and then she was gone, stalking off down the corridor and not looking back once.

Katsuki stood there staring after her, mouth working but nothing coming out. As first impressions went, that had been bad, not the worst Katsuki had ever done but considering he wanted to date this woman it probably could have stood to go at least a little better. She hadn’t even wanted to know his name. Shit how had he fucked up in a matter of seconds?

“Soooo, was that her?” Eijirou asked, staring in the same direction Katsuki was. “Yeah,” he grumbled, finally finding his voice. The redhead laughed, clapping Katsuki on the shoulder, “well at least you know she eventually likes you”. Katsuki yanked his shoulder out from the other names hold, ignoring his laughter as he stalked down the corridor in the opposite direction she had. She had said sooner than he had though but he hadn’t even hoped to imagine it would be this soon and he had already gone and fucked things up.

Eijirou had a point though. Katsuki knew that they would end up together, knew that somehow he worked his way into her life. He just had to carry on with his original plan. He should probably apologise to her first though, maybe offer her a coffee or tea or something that he knew she liked. He just had to be himself but less of an asshole and then maybe in a week or two he could ask her out to dinner. He knew they both liked that curry place that had opened a few weeks ago so as far as first dates went at least he wouldn’t have to worry about her not liking the food.

Shit he felt giddy, like one of those stupid women in his romance novels who were just waiting to get swept off their feet. He couldn’t find it in himself to care though. He had been waiting for this moment for over a year and he wasn’t about to let a bad first impression get in his way.

Things did not go to plan.

If possible things got worse, the second time he saw her finding him angry and drenched in slime, yelling and swearing and threatening to kill someone. Someone had scoffed and he had spun round, full of rage and ready to rip someone a new one only to have it all drain out of him in the blink of an eye as he found her looking at him with amused disgust. Before he had even been able to get out any form of explanation or apology she had been gone, disappearing into the lift and vanishing from sight.

The next two times he saw her were at meetings and though he had paid attention to what was being said he had spent the whole time stealing glances at hernin hopes that he would catch her eye but she never once looked his way, keeping her eyes fixed on the whiteboard at the front of the room. He had tried to catch her before she left but the whole sodding universe seemed to be working against him, everyone getting in his way and allowing her to slip through his grasp once more.

His friends were no help either, the idiots spending more time laughing at his failed attempts than actually offering anything constructive. He had caved after three weeks of getting nowhere, telling his idiot friends everything when he had let slip about his latest fuck up where he had accidently spilt a fresh cup of coffee over her rather pristine and white blouse she had on for a meeting. That had gotten him some stunned silences and pitying looks but it had passed quickly, all of them focusing on the fact that he had managed to con some poor woman into dating him. Their words not his.

Katsuki finally got his chance about a month after she started at the agency, the two of them ending up stuck in a lift together. It had been awkward at first, Katsuki not knowing what to say and her shutting him down every time he opened his mouth. After an hour though something had seemed to shift and when Katsuki offered her one of his protein bars she had accepted it with a mumbled thanks and a small smile.

What had followed was three hours of casual conversation, Katsuki finding out things that she had outright refused to tell him when he asked her future self. It was difficult to keep the two versions of her separate, Katsuki having to backpedal a couple of times when he said something he really shouldn’t know. By the time the lift got moving and they made it safely to the ground floor they both knew a lot more about the other and as she disappeared out onto the street she had even looked back over her shoulder, smiling shyly.

Afterwards he found out the electronics in the whole building had been overloaded and the next time he saw Denki the idiot looked way too happy with himself.

Things moved quickly after that, quicker than he had expected and just a week later he asked her on a date. He could have probably picked a better location than the training room, Y/N pinned beneath him panting and sweating after a round of sparring but the words had just come rushing out before he even noticed his mouth was moving. She had started up at him, their faces way too close to be anything other than intimate but she had smiled, something soft and private and she had said yes.

Work had been hectic and it wasn’t until a week later either of them had an evening free. He took her to the curry place, ignoring everyone who insisted he take her somewhere fancy. Things had gone well, the two of them falling into easy conversation as she sipped at her wine and Katsuki swirled his whisky around. They got along well but Katsuki had known they would, both of them having the same sense of humour and the same drive when it came to work.

The date had gone well enough that he had been granted another one and another one and another one until a month had passed and Katsuki had finally asked her to dinner at his place. He had cooked, done the whole romantic shit with candles and gentle music playing in the background and when all was said and done she had led him by the hand towards his bedroom, smiling coyly as she pulled him inside and pressed him against the door, her lips finding his instantly. She had stayed that night, the next night as well.

Eight months later she moved in.

Katsuki knew it was coming but it didn’t change the fact that living with someone else could be difficult. They argued a couple of times, Katsuki getting angry and her being stubborn and sometimes a little childish. He had stayed at Eijirou’s a couple of times and she had gone off to one of her friends when they had needed space but moments like that were few and far between.

Life was good, Katsuki happy with his life in a way that he hadn’t really ever been and the memory of how she came into his life faded slightly and Katsuki forgot to keep track of how much time was passing or the events that were going on around him. He was enjoying his life and the woman he now shared it with so he didn’t think anything of it when she got hit by an unknown quirk, well nothing outside of the usual worry, Katsuki hovering over her and glaring as she was checked over by doctors. He got in the way, annoyed the hell out of the nurse but he stayed put until she was given the all clear.

She had brushed off his fussing, sending him away as she went to finish her half of the paperwork, promising to see him at home. Katsuki hadn’t thought to join the dots, letting the day’s events just roll off of him. There had been a couple of times over the years that he had thought it was going to happen but it never did so he just assumed this one was a false start just like the others. He was too preoccupied anyway, their two year anniversary fast approaching and Katsuki trying to work out the best way to ask her to marry him.

Later that evening when he had heard that gods forsaken popping noise Katsuki had stiffened, a cold dread running down his spine as he was bombarded with all the memories that had faded to the back of his mind, now all in bright technicolour and as loud as a club.

So this was it. The clock had started ticking down and his time was already running out. Katsuki had no idea how long he had, she had never told him how much time passed for her but that didn’t matter. He had a death to prevent, a life to save and no clue how long he had to do so.

He went out the hall, finding her standing there looking shocked and a little uneasy. He pulled her in, kissed her on the lips and told her that her precious shoes were in the closet before heading back into the living room. He poured them both a drink and sat down on the sofa, waiting for her to snap out of it and join him. He had a lot he would need to explain tonight and he would have to tread carefully so as not to change anything that had already happened.

She sat down next to him, snatching the drink off the table and downing it in one before pouring herself another one. Katsuki took a sip of his own, trying to work out what he was going to say but she got there first, turning to look at him with wide and confused eyes, her voice sharp and full of disbelief, “what the hell just happened?”

Fuck.

He wasn’t ready for this shit.

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