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Kirishima blinked. He looked at Aizawa, who still had the same neutral expression on his face. Then he focused his gaze on the man beside him. He blinked again. He looked at Aizawa again. At the man again. “You're kidding,” he said in disbelief.

The man stuttered even more, confusion on his face. He looked at Aizawa with hope in his eyes. He just sighed and said wearily the same thing he had ten minutes ago. “Kirishima, it's not a joke. This is you . Only from the future.” Kirishima still couldn't believe it. This man was him ?

He was a head and a half taller than Aizawa, which meant he was almost two meters tall. The scar above his eye was almost invisible as his face was adorned with a long scar that ran from his forehead, across his nose, to the corner of his mouth, far below his ear, but hidden under his long hair. His hair was still the same bright red, but longer to the shoulder blades and tingling around his head like a lion's mane. His shoulders were twice as big, the muscles in his arms resembling pieces of iron, and his body was worked out and shiny as if drizzled with olive oil. His superhero costume looked almost the same, only the loads around his shoulders were larger, his chest covered but his abdomen still exposed, so everyone could see his dragon tattoo, which slipped far below his pants. He didn't have a big R on the belt anymore, and he didn't even have a red cloth around his hips. He was wearing only loose, black, military trousers complete with a few red straps with pockets of which were probably filled with various bandages, plasters, disinfectants, and other first aid items.

Kirishima wouldn't have guessed it was him. Until he looked into his eyes. They were still equally lively, glistening with his smile. Older Kirishima, however, was stunted, his forehead sweaty and his fists clenched.

“Apparently he got into a fight with Time Loop, a villain who can manipulate time zones and thus commit mostly property crime. His quirk affects people only in a limited form. Whoever transmits in time will not change the past or the future, nor will it disrupt the continuity of time. The effect usually wears off from 6 to 48 hours, depending on the power the villain had in the fight.” Aizawa looked to his side. He had to lift his chin so he could look at the adult Kirishima. He was huge. “Do you know you could have told him all this by yourself?”

“I-I'm nervous,” Older Kirishima - Eijirou - said through clenched teeth and looked at his younger self convulsively.

“What now?”The younger man asked, looking at Aizawa. He pushed lightly into Eijirou.

Eijirou took a deep breath and said, “I was lucky I was transferred here. I immediately looked for Professor Aizawa, I knew he would help me. We've met Time Loop a few times and all we know is that we have to wait for his quirk to run out. I would spend that time here. After all, the UA is the safest place in Musutafu.”

Kirishima just nodded. “That's smart. For someone like me, ” he added, and his older version laughed at that.

“I wanted to stay with Aizawa, but he has a lot of work to do.”

Aizawa just nodded. “That's why I told him it would be best if he waited at the dorms.”

Kirishima's eyes lit up. “So you'll meet everyone?”

Eijirou nodded. “But first I wanted to ask you - myself - if it's okay and if—”

“Of course!” Kirishima shouted excitedly, clasping his hands together. “Everyone has to see how great I look!” Eijirou blushed slightly, but immediately began to laugh. Kirishima didn't recognize his own laughter. He sounded so mature!

“Very well,” Aizawa said, breathing aloud, “in that case, that's all from me. If anything, call me. Iida, Yaoyorozu and Bakugou have my number. Some of them will certainly be in the dorms.”

“Okay!”

“Thank you, Professor Aizawa,” Eijirou said with a smile, and the brunette just raised his hand in farewell. “So,” Eijirou looked at his younger self, still a little stunned in front of him, “I guess I should introduce myself.” Eijirou began to unzip the black, metal mask around his face. “I'm Kirishima Eijirou, known as pro hero Red Riot. I am a professional hero number thirteen and I work at DynaRiot Agency as its co-founder and main face of PR.”

“Awesome!” Kirishima shouted excitedly, finally approaching his older self. He immediately had to lift his chin so he could look him in the eye. He was only a week away from graduation, but he was still measuring only 175 centimeters. He has grown by only an inch in three years. Almost everyone in the class, except Mineta and Tokoyami, had outgrown him. “Do we really have our own company?”

“Yes. With our colleague.”

“DynaRiot,” Kirishima repeated the name he had just said. “Dyna…” He repeated, frowning a little.

Eijirou was sure he had heard all the wheels spin in Kirishima's head. And it worked hard. Even though he would have liked to tell him everything on the spot, he asked him instead: “Do you think we could go now? It's quite chilly there and I'd love to warm up.”

Only now did Kirishima notice that his older self had goosebumps. Kirishima was about to leave the gamma gym when Present Mic called him to say that Aizawa needed to talk to him in an old sports warehouse, which they had used for several years only to store unnecessary aids and broken machines. There was no heating or light in it. Even though it was mid-March, it was still quite cold and only a week ago the last piles of snow had melted. Eijirou stood in front of him in a superhero costume that was tuned, and Kirishima watched every little change admiringly; but his whole belly and hands were still exposed. “God, I'm sorry! Come on! Everyone will be happy to see you.”

They left the warehouse together and in a few minutes they reached the dormitory door. It was a week before the last written exams. All the last years were given three days off, which was supposed to extend their enjoyment of their last, free weekends. Most decided to go back home, spend some more time with their family, or hope that the home atmosfere would calm them down and help them learn better. Kirishima was one of them. He already had a packed bag and a purchased seat on the train. But now he began to doubt whether he should leave. The quirks on the earth were all sorts, some strange, some dubious. But this one came to him as amusing. When else will he get this unique opportunity to find out what it's like in the future? He wanted to know if he had finally overcome his fear of public performance. Did he have a girlfriend? Or maybe - a boyfriend? He blushed slightly at the thought. He was still unsure of his sexuality. He was more attracted to women, but sometimes when he looked at a boy who fascinated him — like Tetsutetsu with his manliness, or Bakugou with his entire existence — he felt the same way as when he looked at a girl who was his type.

Eijirou felt his younger self think. He frowned cutely. Eijirou just laughed and stopped before they entered the door. “Are you really sure it's okay? I can easily sneak into your room and no one will know about me till the quirk wears off.”

“No!” Kirishima shouted, almost outraged. “I'd tell it anyway, I'm not good at keeping secrets, and you'd have to go downstairs.” Kirishima opened the door, stepped inside, and continued, “Anyway — there aren't that many of us here. Only Bakugou, Koda and Sato will stay here over the weekend. Koda arrives in the evening, he volunteers at the dog shelter today, and Sato is on date with his girlfriend. The others go back home at any moment. But when you see you - me - then, they will probably change their minds.” They both laughed softly.

“What are you laughing at, darling?” Mina sat at the dining table, holding a telephone in one hand and a spoonful of nibbles dipped in milk in the other. When she heard footsteps approaching, she looked up from the phone display. The spoon fell out of her hand and she opened her mouth in surprise. She jumped to her feet and pointed with her free hand in front of her. “What is it!”

Eijirou just scratched his hair and Kirishima proudly puffed off his chest. “This is me!”

“What!?” Mina shouted again.

No one in the dorm could overhear that. A moment later, Kaminari came out around the corner, looking as if he had just woken up. “Hey, why are you shouting s— Dude !” He shouted and stopped walking. His eyes began to flutter between the two red-haired men, who stood in the middle of the room as if it were the most normal thing.

“The time quirk incident,” Kirishima began, looking proudly, with his lips raised at his friends, “must wait for the quirk to fade.”

“How long?” Kaminari asked.

“Only overnight, but not more than 48 hours,” Eijirou replied.

“Oh god,” Mina whispered, and she fidgeted, “your voice!”

“Forget the voice,” Kaminari began, “the body!”

Eijirou blushed, trying to hide his nervousness while Kirishima just laughed cleverly. “I said I would grow up!”

“How come you're so big?!” Kaminari shouted, taking a step closer to Eijirou. But he still kept his distance.

“Lots of meat, training, and prayers,” Eijirou replied, glancing at Kirishima. He felt strangely proud.

The door creaked from the girl's wing. “How did you mean that Kirishima is here twice? As if— wow ,” Uraraka breathed in surprise as she stepped around the corner and looked ahead. She blinked a few times before looking at Mina, who was just smiling smartly. “You could have written a warning, too.”

“What warning?” She asked her friend.

“Beware of drooling?”

“Oh God,” Eijirou whispered, leaning against the back of the green couch so he wouldn't fall to the ground with shyness.

“Did you let Uraraka know?” Kirishima asked.

“Not only her,” Mina said as she raised her cell phone, “but to everyone here!”

As soon as she finished, they heard a thud that was approaching them quickly. Midoriya, Todoroki, Shouji, Ojirou, Sero, Jirou, Momo and Hagakure ran into the main room.

When they saw Eijirou, they were all stuck. No one said anything, nor did they try to take a step back or to them. There was an awkward silence in which everyone was immersed in their own world.

Midoriya was the first to wake up. “That’s so cool!” He shouted excitedly, being the first to dare to reach Eijirou. He was smiling pleasantly at him now. He sank more on the couch so that his friend wouldn't have to lift his head so hard. Even so, he felt as if his back was crunching. “Nice t-to meet—I-” He looked at Kirishima and blinked a few times, “Should I introduce myself or—?”

“You don't have to,” Eijirou replied, and Midoriya looked at him immediately. His whole face glowed with excitement. “I know you. This is not a cloning, but a time quirk. So I'm only a few years older than you.”

“A few?” Ojirou asked, scratching his hair. “This doesn't look like a few,” he said, pointing to his entire body.

“True, I forgot to ask about age,” Kirishima whispered to himself as he turned to the man beside him.

“Twenty-nine,” he replied.

“Ten years,” Midoriya said immediately, putting a finger to his mouth. It was clear to Eijirou that he immediately began to wonder what might have happened in ten years. He was sure he saw a clutter of questions above his head.

“Could I change first?” Eijirou asked, standing up again. He noticed how most of them widened their eyes. He was used to such reactions. “I think it's pretty stupid to be in front of you like this,” he added, pointing to his hero costume, which in some places was still dirty and torn from battle.

“Come with me,” Shouji said, “I have much smaller muscles, but we are almost the same height. I believe I will find some clothes for you.”

“Thank you, Shouji,” he thanked him and headed to his room.

As soon as they both disappeared around the corner, they all ran to Kirishima and started asking him questions. “What happened?” , “How come your older self is here?” , “Are you dating someone?”, “How high are you on the hero rating?” Kirishima began waving his arms in front of him and shouted, “Guys, enough!” Everyone suddenly fell silent, and the redhead exhaled contentedly. “I know as much as you do. Aizawa just told me it was a quirk, and since he had to wait for it to vanish, it would be best if it was hidden here at the dorms.”

“Is it too late to call my parents and call off the ride?” Hagakure asked, and Kirishima was sure that despite her invisible skin, he could see her blush.

“I've been thinking about it, too,” Mina said, constantly looking around the corner, hoping to see another piece of Eijirou’s body. “Did you see how tall he is?”

“No one could miss that,” Todoroki replied.

“More things couldn't be missed…,” Momo said with a blushing face and she bit her lip. Apparently she didn't want to say anything like that. It didn't suit her image of a perfect, rich upper-class girl.

“Mostly the body ,” Uraraka added behind her. She wasn't so interested in her image.

“Those muscles,” Ojirou said, pointing to his biceps, “were three times bigger than mine.”

“Four times,” Sero added, “but man, he won't have a problem beating someone.”

“Or hold someone in his arms,” Jirou said, no longer surprising anyone. Everyone knew she was a romantic and still remembered Koda taking her out of the test in his arms in their first year.

“Imagine the hugs,” Mina said dreamily.

“And not only that,” Kaminari said as he nudged Kirishima with his elbow.

Kirishima immediately realized what he was talking about. “Dude,” he said, startled.

“As if you didn't think of that either.”

“No, I didn't think of that!”

“But you should,” Mina said, finally looking at him, “he’s super cool.”

“Mina, I'm standing right here,” Kirishima said, pointing to himself.

“But you're not that sexy,” she protested, pursing her lips.

“Thanks,” Kirishima replied angrily, rolling his eyes. “Where is Bakugou anyway? I thought he was staying here for the weekend?”

“He’s training. Mei gave him the new gloves today,” Midoriya reminded him, pulling out a diary from somewhere and writing something down. Kirishima just nodded. It had been three months since Bakugou had complained that his wrist hurt even after a less demanding mission or training. The doctor told him that the only way to prevent the pain was to strengthen the wrist with something, given that his quirk was getting stronger every month. He didn't know what to do for a long time until he reached Higari's lab, where Mei was testing another of her new babies. She offered to come up with something for Bakugou. Although he was distrustful at first, after she brought him the first gloves, which not only worked but also fit him well, he met with her every week to come up with more and more improvements for the gloves.

Before anyone could ask anything else, Shouji and Eijirou had returned to the main room. He was wearing a white T-shirt that wrapped uncomfortably around his entire torso and couldn't hide anything - muscles, a large chest, and irritated nipples that were a little erect because of the tight clothing. Shouji pulled out loose sweatpants from somewhere, which fluttered a little on Eijirou as well. He pinned his hair into a neat ponytail. He placed his superhero costume carefully folded on the table and looked at everyone in the room. He laughed at how surprised, excited, and some even hungry, some of them looked. “I believe you have a lot of questions,” he began, pointing to the couch, “won't we sit down?”

Everyone listened to him immediately. Eijirou sat in the middle of the most spacious sofa, which was right in the middle of the room, so everyone could see him well. Kirishima sat to his right as Midoriya sat down next to his left hand. Mina almost clung to Kirishima's lap as she wanted to be as close to Eijirou as possible, while next to Midoriya was a free spot that everyone was ashamed to sit down on. The others sat opposite them. Sero and Shouji, who could no longer fit on the sofas, sat on the backs. The girls were still blushing a little. “Before we begin,” Eijirou said as everyone settled down comfortably, “there's a good chance you'll forget that I was here. You will have a little confusion in your head for a while, as if you woke up from a very vivid dream. You'll remember some things, like what I said, or if we laughed together, some are so sensitive that they remember the whole visit. Nevertheless, it isn’t possible for me to change the future with my visit. That means, um,” he looked at Kirishima and smiled, “just because I told myself that I'm hero number thirteen doesn't mean it won't happen. Or that I would somehow break the laws of the universe. It just is, and it will be. Time Loop only has a projection quirk. That's why I can't even fight him, and I have to wait for the effects to disappear.”

“So can you tell us everything?” Midoriya asked excitedly. “Without worrying about going back to the apocalypse instead of your time zone?”

Eijirou laughed. “Exactly.” Mina immediately opened her mouth, but Eijirou stopped her. “But I spoke to Professor AIzawa. And while I think supporting you and telling you how you're doing is fine, he still warned me not to tell you everything.”

“Oh, come on,” Kaminari growled, “we wouldn't ask anything stupid.”

“Kami, I love you, but - you know very well what we would ask,” Sero said. They both looked at each other and high-fived each other.

“Exactly,” Eijirou said, leaning his back against the couch, “still, I think that if you have the chance, I will try to answer you. But only for good news. I don't want to make anyone sad.”

“Still the same optimist,” Uraraka laughed.

“So, can I start?” Midoriya asked.

“No,” Jirou interrupted, and Midoriya turned to her in surprise, “you'll have about fifty questions, and we'll have to go before anyone can ask anything.”

“I agree with Jirou,” Todoroki said.

Midoriya just pursed her lips. “But I have a lot of good questions.”

“Undoubtedly, Midoriya,” Todoroki said again.

“What if we had only one question?” Hagakure suggested.

“That sounds reasonable,” Shouji agreed.

“I'll start!” Mina shouted excitedly. Not waiting for what the others would tell her, she turned to Eijirou and asked with glowing eyes, “Do I have a new ultimate move?”

“I wouldn't expect such a question from you,” Sero said, stroking his chin with his finger, “interesting.”

“It really is,” Eijirou said admiringly, “honestly, as far as your moves are concerned, mostly everything comes a lot from your Acid Man . You change it in different ways, you improve it, but you never make a new move.”

“That's enough for me,” Mina said proudly.

“Now I,” Sero said contentedly, “do we meet every year before Christmas, as we promised?”

“Yes,” Eijirou replied with a smile, “we all always meet. If those who just can't because of work, family, illness, or any other thing, at least always connect for a few minutes over the phone or video chat. We all kept that promise.”

“Damn, we're not tough at all in the future,” Sero complained, shaking his head.

Everyone paused for a moment. As if they were trying to choose the best question, but they couldn't find one. Midoriya, too, jumped from page to page, muttering to himself the question he would most like to ask. Momo broke the silence. “I would like to ask something that I think all of us are interested in. Will you let me?” Eijirou raised an eyebrow as he waited for what she would ask. “Are we all professional heroes?”

At that moment, everyone turned to Eijirou and waited anxiously for what he would tell them. He widened his smile even more. “Of course,” he said, as if there wasn't even room for them to doubt each other. He looked at Hagakure, somewhere in the corner of his soul hoping that he looked into her eyes, and said, “Rank fifty. You are very popular with children because you support a lot of projects focused on orphan education. So sometimes you don't have that much time to do hero work, but it doesn't bother you because you love helping people in your way.” Hagakure's sleeve flew a little higher, apparently gasping for breath and trying to hide it in the palm of her hand.

He looked at Ojirou. “Rank forty-three. Just below Sato. Every other weekend you teach children in two elementary schools judo classes and in the evening you teach their parents self-defense.” Ojirou's tail began to swing from side to side. 

Eijirou looked at Shouji, who was looking at him with hope in his eyes. He knew how much he doubted himself, especially after graduation. “Rank thirty-eighth. You're trying so hard, not only as a hero, but also as a human rights activist. You are helping people who are still at a disadvantage to get a job. Your customers are mainly quirkless people and mutants.” He could see Shouji’s smile under his mask.

Jirou was rolling her earphone jack on her finger when Eijirou’s voice interrupted her. “Jirou, rank thirty-two. You have found yourself as a lifeguard and you help mainly in disasters and accidents. Besides, you have a rock band.” Jirou laughed and looked shyly at the ground.

“Hanta, Denki, Mina—” The three of them looked at him in surprise, "—you are right next to each other. Number twenty-six, twenty-five and twenty-four. You set up an agency together three years ago.” Sero scratched his hair and smiled. Mina wrapped her arms around Kirishima and placed her chin on his shoulder. Kaminari began to play with Ojirou’s tail again, and exhaled loudly. He, too, always had doubts about whether he could tame his quirk enough to be a good hero.

Momo had been waiting impatiently all along, so when Eijirou looked at her, she blushed slightly and took a deep breath, ready to hear. “Yaoyorozu, rank twenty-one. You're very close to the top twenty. We all keep our fingers crossed for you.” Everyone smiled at her. “Besides, you do a lot of modeling, you're pretty good at it.” Momo raised her eyebrows discreetly. She never loved modeling. She began to think about what had changed her attitude ten years later.

“Ochako—” Uraraka blushed slightly as he call her by her first name. Kirishima jumped slightly and widened his eyes. They were friends with Uraraka, but not so close. That seems to have changed in the future. “—You're the first girl in our class to break the top twenty. You are in fifteenth place. In addition, you often help the security forces for training and you go to combat competitions twice a year. You and Ojirou sometimes have some joint fighting classes for teenagers.” Uraraka puffed her chest off and straightened proudly. She had never felt as proud as she was now.

Eijirou looked at his younger self beside him. “I've already told myself—”

“Thirteen,” Kirishima added, “and own a company!”

Eijirou just nodded. There were only two boys left in the room. Everyone noticed that Eijirou was speaking to them in the order in which they were ranked. Therefore, everyone listened intently to who he had spoken first: “Todoroki—” Midoriya widened his eyes and Todoroki focused his stony gaze on him: “— eleventh place. When you were still in your father's agency, you were in sixth place, but after one big mission, you took a break for a while and started working for someone else, so you come back to your previous place a little slower than before.”

“I don't care about rankings,” Todoroki said truthfully.

“I know that,” Eijirou replied, smiling mischievously at him, “you say that now. In mine now . You justify that you have at least enough time for your family.” Todoroki blinked. He wasn’t expecting anything. But that a friend from the future will tell him that he has a family? He knew he was almost thirty in Eijirou’s timeline. It was normal to have a family at that age. Still, it seemed less believable to him than being a hero in such a high position.

“And there's only one left—” He looked at Midoriya, who looked as if he'd explode at any moment with his emotions, “—do you try to guess?”

Midoriya blinked a few times before whispering shyly, “...Ninth?”

Eijirou shook his head. “Third,” he corrected him, “pretty tight to second place.”

“Third,” Midoriya repeated after him, as if he couldn't believe it.

“All right, I'll say it,” Kaminari began, finally releasing Ojirou’s tail, “we're amazing!” Everyone began to nod and smile. Knowing that they would be successful in the future meant a lot to them.

“Midoriya, are you all right?” Todoroki asked.

Midoriya jerked slightly and stopped mumbling to himself. He looked at Todoroki and scratched his hair. “I was just thinking…” He looked at Eijirou again, “you said that second place was pretty tight. Did Kacchan take it from me?”

Eijirou just shook his head. “ Ignenium .”

“Iida,” Uraraka breathed enthusiastically.

“That's amazing,” Midoriya breathed, and quickly wrote the information down in a notebook. He laughed at that. “So Kacchan is the number one hero?”

Everyone was waiting for Eijirou to confirm the information. Instead, he shook his head again. “The number one hero is named Brainhead . He chose the name only three years ago, otherwise he performed under his real name. He named himself after his quirk and the teacher who did a lot for him and—”

“Shinsou!” Midoriya shouted excitedly.

“Really?” Shouji asked.

“Yes,” Eijirou replied.

“He did it,” Kaminari whispered, blushing. He started talking more with Shinsou two years ago, and half a year ago they became really good friends. But only now did he begin to feel the same way about Shinsou that he still felt for Jirou. Whenever he looked at one of them, he felt pressure in his stomach and chest. He looked at Eijirou unobtrusively and frowned. Should he ask him if he had the courage to ask one of them if they would go on a date with him?

“He has always been a hero,” Midoriya said excitedly.

“So Midoriya is better than Bakugou? Interesting,” Todoroki said, smiling conspiratorially.

“Todoroki,” Midoriya whispered, but a happy smile spread across his face.

“May I be the one to tell Bakugou, please?” Uraraka asked excitedly.

“What do you want to tell me, Round face?” Bakugou’s voice came from the hall.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima shouted excitedly.

“Don't shout!” Bakugou replied just as loud.

“You're shouting too!” Mina shouted at him.

Bakugou opened the door to the main room. “Hey, what did she mean, there's a fucking Shitty hair twice or– what the fuck ?” Bakugou winced and stood still. His eyes were fixed on Eijirou, who smiled fondly at him and waved at him. Bakugou swallowed dry and blinked comically. Kirishima leaned slightly toward his older self so he could look Bakugou in the face. He was pale, his eyes slightly wide and his mouth ajar. However, he soon woke up from the schock. “What the fuck is that?!”

“Don't scream, please,” Momo asked, rubbing one ear with one finger.

Bakugou shot at her one of his narrowed looks — apparently the new gear training hadn't gone as well as he'd imagined and was irritated — and looked back at Eijirou. “I got into a fight with a villain named Time Loop. We've been dealing with him a few times already, so all we know is that I've moved on to the past and I'm waiting for the quirk to go away.”

“How long?” The blond asked.

“Forty-eight hours maximally. So until Sunday afternoon.”

“He just told us where we are in the hero rankings,” Mina said excitedly. “Midoriya is in third place!”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “So they must have discounted a lot to make such a nerd so high,” he said as he approached everyone, but didn't sit on any of the sofas. He kept looking at Eijirou, but as soon as their eyes met, he looked away. Eijirou just laughed, while Kirishima frowned incomprehensibly.

“Be you, I wouldn't say that,” Kaminari laughed, pointing at him, “you're behind him!”

“What!?” Bakugou shouted and turned to Kaminari. He just stuck his tongue out at him. With that, he looked at Eijirou again. “He’s joking, right?”

“No,” Eijirou shook his head. “Iida is second and Shinsou is first.”

“Shinsou?” Bakugou asked, thinking. “That purple-haired jerk?”

“That jerk ,” Eijirou repeated venomously, “a month ago arrested a gang of villains who abducted people with strong quirks, enslaved them, sold them and took quirks, which he then traded on the illegal white meat market and terrorized half of Japan for two years. Just by himself. Alone .”

Bakugou just snorted. “But at least I’m better than this half-and-half asshole, right?” He pointed at Todoroki, who just blinked.

“Not either,” Eijirou said. Bakugou growled and Todoroki grinned. He knew this would be a hard pill to swallow for him.

“So what rank do I have?”

Eijirou sighed and said, “Seventeen.”

“You're behind me!” Uraraka shouted and punched Bakugou in the shoulder. “Ha! There you go! I’m better!”

“You kidding,” Bakugou said in disbelief, pushing lightly into Uraraka for her to sit down again.

“No,” Eijirou said, smiling sadly at him.

“Wow, Bakubro, you probably didn't want to hear that, did you?” Kirishima asked with a laugh.

“Mr. I'll be the best, number one ,” Sero laughed.

“Well, not every dream can come true,” Mina laughed, clinging to Kirishima more.

“I'm not even ten places behind you. How does it feel, Kacchan?” Kaminari asked. Bakugou’s face scratched and he squeezed his fingers into his fist with a few faint, warning explosions. But his friends just laughed. After years of friendship, they knew it was just an empty threat.

The only one who didn't laugh was Midoriya. He frowned, a faint scratch on his nose that he always had there when he thought about it for a long time. The only one who noticed was Eijirou. He studied him for a moment before stroking his palm lightly. Midoriya jumped up and looked at the older man in front of him. “Are you alright, Izuku?” He asked.

Midoriya tried not to notice how comfortable he was when he said his name in that manly voice. Instead, he just blinked. “You know, it's not… It's not…” Midoriya sighed. “It's not like Kacchan. He always does what he says. Even if it cost him his own life.”

Eijirou smiled sadly at him. “You know him very well, Izuku.”

Midoriya’s nose moved cutely. But Eijirou knew the move. It was the forerunner of tears. “T-that means—”

“Hey!” Bakugou shouted. “What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing!” Midoriya shouted, trying to smile at him.

Just as Midoriya knew Bakugou, Bakugou knew Midoriya. Bakugou didn’t believe his fake smile. “Bullshit,” He looked at Eijirou and gestured, “Speak.”

“I don't have to listen to you, Katsuki,” Eijirou said sweetly, narrowing his eyes slightly. Their friends opened their mouths in surprise. Kirishima never spoke to Bakugou like that. Bakugou’s cheeks flushed. Like Kirishima’s. Since when did he start calling Bakugou by his first name? They had known each other for almost four years, and he never dared call him that.

“I just…,” Midoriya began, sighing, “I wanted to know why you're so far behind me.”

“Are you making fun of me, Deku?” Bakugou asked, crunching his fingers in both hands.

“No, of course not, Kacchan,” Midoriya said truthfully, “I just told Kirishim that… It's just not like you. If you said you'd be number one, you'd be number one. And you will do everything for it. What may have happened in the future that is not the case? Did a hero career not live up to your expectations? Did you have an accident? Are you in bad company with little PR? Don't you like the media? Do you have a problem with some politician who slanders you and lowers your ratings? Is it—”

“Stop, Midoriya, calm down,” Kaminari laughed, “he's just like a dog. All barking but not biting.”

“Exactly,” Sero confirmed, and everyone laughed again.

However, Bakugou didn’t laugh this time. He looked at Midoriya. The two spoke to each other only in glances that sometimes meant more than words over the years. He took a breath and looked at Eijirou. “Hey, you, Big Red—” Eijirou looked at Bakugou, “—Is Deku right?”

“Yes,” Eijirou confirmed.

“Which one?” Midoriya asked. “I hope it's bad PR, because anything else would be—” He paused, noticing how sad Eijirou's gaze was, “—Oh my god, don't say he died—”

“How could I be dead, Deku! Ranks are not given posthumously!”

“What do you know that has changed in ten years!?”

“If as someone could just kill me so easily,” Bakugou laughed, putting his hands in his trouser pockets. “But tell me, Big Red, what happened to me staying behind these three?”

“Four,” Kirishima corrected him proudly, remembering his thirteenth place. Bakugou shot him an awkward look for a second and looked at Eijirou again.

The oldest of them just sighed. “You had a pretty difficult mission four years ago, you were in a coma for almost half a year, and it took a long time for him to start working as a hero again.”

“How long?”

Eijirou sighed. “Almost two years.”

“Suspiciously long,” Midoriya said.

Bakugou frowned. “Did something worse happen to me?”

Eijirou already wanted to say something, maybe cheer them up with some stories or surprise Midoriya and Uraraka by saying they got married and they have three children; but the door opened and Aizawa entered the room. “Can you explain to me what you are doing here? Your parents have been waiting for almost half an hour at the school gates.”

“Mr. Aizawa!” Mina shouted, jumping to her feet. “I'm a real hero!”

Aizawa looked at Eijirou and frowned. “That's exactly why I didn't want you to tell them anything.”

“I'm sorry,” the redhead apologized, scratching his hair.

“Get up, take your things and go. This is the last vacation you will ever have. Try to enjoy it.”

“That's so nice of you, Professor Aizawa,” Hagakure said in her sweet voice.

“But I haven't had time to ask my question yet!” Denki shouted sadly and hurried over to Eijirou. “Am I married?” He asked hopefully.

“Not right now. You are coming through a third divorce.”

Denki blinked and immediately shouted, “Yup! I fucked with a least three people!”

“Kaminari,” Aizawa threatened in his teacher's voice, and Denki apologized and nodded quickly to take his things.

“We're so glad to meet you,” Momo told Eijirou as she got up and bowed respectfully to him.

Both redheads blushed in front of her. “You don't have to,” Kirishima said in surprise.

“Seriously,” the older man confirmed.

“Go now,” Aizawa growled impatiently. He wanted to be back in his room and rest already. Everyone got up quickly and checked their suitcases. Aizawa looked at Kirishima, who was still sitting next to Eijirou. “What's happening?”

“Mr. Aizawa, I think it would be better if I stayed here.”

“You don't have to,” Eijirou said, smiling at him, “you'll have some hell of a lot of fun during this vacation.”

“Really?” Kirishima asked excitedly. Eijirou just nodded. “But still—”

“I'm staying, remember?” Bakugou asked, walking over to them. “If anything happen, I'll let you know.” He looked at Eijirou. “I have a weird feeling I haven't gotten rid of you in the future, so you can turn to me with anything. Or something like that. Whatever.”

“Thank you, Katsuki,” Eijirou said honestly.

Kirishima got up quickly, ran over to his suitcase, and pulled out the keys. “From my room,” he told Eijirou as he placed them in his hands. He still couldn't believe how big they were compared to him. “Even though I'm afraid you probably won't fit into this bed anymore.”

“I’ll manage,” Eijirou laughed, taking the keys from his younger self.

“I'll go with all of you,” Aizawa said to his students, who were already waiting for him at the front door. He wanted to make sure that each of them went to his parents. He also wants to spend some extra time with them. But he didn't want to admit it to them. “Bakugou—” He looked at Bakugou, who immediately turned to him, “—Koda and Sato will not arrive until tomorrow afternoon. Call me if you need anything.” Bakugou nodded. Aizawa turned and left the building with the students.

Now Eijirou and Bakugou were alone in the dorm. Bakugou stared at the ground. Eijirou looked at him. Before one of them could say anything, an unpleasant sound of a stomach rumbled broke the silence in the room. Eijirou widened his eyes and blushed. “Well, when was the last time you ate?” Bakugou asked angrily.

“The last time before we went on a mission. So a day and a half?”

“You moron,” Bakugou growled, “I'll make something.”

“Do you need some help?”

“No. You better go take a shower. You stink.”

“Oh, it's not that bad,” Kirishima said, bringing the T-shirt closer to his nose.

“Just go,” Bakugou said as he walked toward the kitchen.

“Okay," Kirishima smiled more to himself and went to his old high school room to take a shower gel and deodorant.

An hour later, Eijirou returned to the main room. The kitchen smelled of the wonderful smell of freshly fried meat. Bakugou sat at one table, a bowl of rice in one hand and a chopstick in the other. In front of him was a large bowl of meat and sliced vegetables, along with another loose bowl, clean chopsticks, and a pile of rice. Eijirou smiled to himself. How is it possible that until now he noticed how much Bakugou had done for him before?

As Eijirou approached him with a smile, Bakugou just looked at him, frowned slightly, and turned back to his food. “It looks great, Katsuki,” he thanked him and sat down. Bakugou muttered something. Eijirou thanked him, said a silent prayer, and ate. “Oh God,” Eijirou moaned contentedly, feeling a redness of joy pour in his face, “that's wonderful, Katsuki!”

Bakugou swallowed the last bite, set the bowl aside, and leaned his elbows on the table. “Really?” He asked.

“Yes,” Eijirou replied, putting another piece of meat and rice in his mouth, “absolutely perfect!”

“Don't talk with your mouth full,” Bakugou said, grinning at him in disgust.

“I'm sorry,” Eijirou apologized sincerely.

“And eat vegetables, too, idiot.”

“Yes sir!”

The redhead arranged his entire portion in a matter of minutes, and added more. Bakugou didn’t comment, but willingly brought him another bowl from which rice and meat almost fell. As Eijirou set everything aside, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and stroked his bulging belly. “I feel like I'm in paradise,” he moaned, stiffening contentedly.

After a moment, he opened his eyes. Bakugou studied him. But he didn't look him in the face, rather a little below, at his mouth, his massive neck and broad shoulders. He watched him like a perch, not blinking at all. Eijirou chuckled. That brought Bakugou back to reality. He looked into Eijirou's eyes and frowned. “Why am I so low?”

“I know that this wouldn’t let you sleep,” Eijirou laughed, sighing sadly, “do you really want to deal with this? I promised not to talk about any sad things. Plus, I'm not sure you'd like to know, and when Katsuki finds out I told you—”

“Speak,” the younger commanded, pulling away from the table and crossing his arms over his chest.

Eijirou said a few hours ago that Bakugou couldn’t command him so easily, but he decided to obey this time. “You had an accident four years ago. After Shigaraki and AFO, a bad guy appeared even worse than a combination of the two. We managed to defeat him with the help of several heroes, both ours and from abroad. But it costs a lot of effort, and even lives. Both professional heroes and civilians. You were one of those on the front line who were fighting with the villain himself… It took us a while to find you in the rubble. You lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, not so much that it would be life-threatening. In an ambulance, you fell into a coma, from which you woke up half a year later. And when you woke up…” Eijirou moistened his lips and seemed to think for a moment how to proceed, “you wanted to start working right away. Be a hero again. But you had to get back in shape, and it took a while.”

“Two years.” Eijirou nodded. “What happened to me?”

“Kats—”

“I don’t mind knowing that. Not if it's from you. We are probably a little closer in the future than we are now.”

“We are,” Eijirou agreed, finally looking at him and smiling fondly.

Bakugou returned the smile. “What happened there then?”

Eijirou swallowed. “...You lost both of your hands.”

There was a heavy silence in the room. Eijirou was sure he heard his heartbeat bouncing off all the walls. Bakugiz still looked at him neutrally, but he didn't miss how his eyes parted slightly. Horror, shock, maybe sadness. Katsuki behaved differently in his day, he was more open, more emotional. But before him was Bakugou, who understood his feelings but still couldn’t name them correctly. “Ah,” the younger man finally breathed.

“You're already working with Hatsume, aren't you? Right? So you know what she's capable of. Look at this, for example.” He reached for his hero costume. He pulled a black, hollow handcuffs out of it. They looked heavy and indestructible at first glance. “These are the handcuffs I use on bad guys. But since I'm usually sent to action against villains with the same quirk, it's sometimes hard to keep them in place. So Hatsume created this for me. I also have a problem breaking those handcuffs. I can only do that with my Unbreakable. And still in the form I have now. I wouldn't get out of them now, at this age.” He put the handcuffs on the table and looked at Bakugou with a smile. “The two years you were out were because you perfected your prostheses. Actually, you're very cool. Like a cyborg,” Eijirou laughed.

“Sure, something like that can't stop me,” Bakugou said egotistically, but Eijirou knew he was trying to say it. “How…” he frowned, “but how can they work when my quirk is focused on my palms?”

“Well…” Eijirou didn't know how to say it.

But it only took Bakugou a few seconds to realize it. “I don't have a quirk anymore.”

“...Yeah,” Eijirou confirmed sadly. Bakugou leaned back against the table and placed his palms on it. Eijirou looked at them. He felt their heat four years ago. In fact, he only touched the gloves his best friend had worn since he put on the prosthesis. The skin on them was elastic, comfortable, and it wasn't even obvious at first glance that they were prostheses; yet they couldn’t replace the warmth Bakugou’s hands had previously given off. He missed it.

“What are you doing?” Bakugou asked in surprise.

Eijirou jerked slightly, and only now did he notice he grabbed Bakugou’s palms. He held them lightly, as if afraid that they would fade like a dream at the touch of the morning dawn. “I-I'm sorry,” he said, laughing. But he still didn't let go of them. “It's been a long time since I've been able to hold your hands. Your real hands.”

“You're weird,” Bakugou said, looking at their joined palms. His heart pounded. He tried to pull them off his grip, but Eijirou quickly grabbed his wrist. “Kir—”

“Just for a minute, Katsuki.”

“No.”

“…Please.”

“No,” he said again, trying to pull away from him, but Eijirou tightened his grip. “H-hey—!”

“Katsuki, I'm sorry.” Bakugou paused. Eijirou suddenly looked as if he should cry at any moment. The redhead held his palm to his face and rubbed them lightly before placing them to his face. They were warm beautifully, a little wet from his quirk, but Eijirou never minded that. He could also smell the familiar smell of caramel, which he fell in love with over the years. “I’m so sorry…”

Bakugou knew that no matter what Eijirou apologized to him, it had nothing to do with his accident. He recognized it by the way he proudly spoke of him. And how gently he touched him. Bakugou opened his mouth, but had to close it immediately. He swallowed loudly. This drew the attention of the older of them. Bakugou took a deep breath and asked again, “What happened?”

“I said—”

“With us—” He didn't let him finish and felt Eijirou plunge even more into his palm, “—what happened to us, Kirishima?”

Eijirou smiled. “We started a company together. As we made our promise here, betwees these walls. It just took us a longer time. Because, after graduation, I left. After all that happened… What should have happened, but I…” He sighed and closed his eyes, “I started working for Fatgum just because I needed time to get something under my skin, to find what I needed. To finally find myself. It took me almost four years.  Only then could I return to Tokyo. To you,” he added, kissing his palm lightly. They both shook with excitement. “You immediately terminated your contract with Best Jeanist at his Genius Office agency. He didn't even ask you why. He always gave you too much freedom. We found premises, an apartment, and we started living and working together. We didn't even have any difficulty at the beginning. As soon as news spread that we had opened the agency, those interested came to us and soon we had the first base of heroes and sidekicks ready. Tokoyami and Koda also work with us.”

“An apartment?” Bakugou asked.

Kirishima opened his eyes and nodded. “For the three of us.”

“T-three?”

“You, me… and my wife.” Bakugou took a deep breath, trying to say that the sound that came from it was definitely not a painful whimper. “Katsuki–”

“You are married?” Bakugou asked, but didn't wait for an answer. “I realized when I saw the ring, but I was hoping…”

“I know, Katsuki.”

“…We broke up?”

“We never dated.”

Bakugou’s face twisted in pain. “S-so… next week…”

“Katsuki—” Eijirou reached for Bakugou and grabbed his chin. He made him look at him. It hurt him to see Bakugou immersed in his own thoughts. “—do what you want to do. But believe me, all that happens and what you see was my fault. It's just my fault. I was young, indecisive, scared. I didn't want to lose you.” Eijirou released his palm and laid it on the table. He got up and approached Bakugou. When their breaths began to mix into one, he stopped. He didn't want to scare the blonde. “I don't want to lose you now. I want you to be still in my life. No matter whose ring I have on my finger.”

“But it's not mine,” Bakugou whispered.

“It's not,” he confirmed, “but only because I understood what I had lost before I even had it.” Bakugou blinked slowly and sighed. “I know, Katsuki,” Kirishima said, placing his elbows on the table and grabbing him by both cheeks. He placed his forehead on his. It was beautiful to feel his warmth and breath. “If I could return… I would behave differently.”

“How?”

“Next week, the night we celebrate our graduation, I would do it. I would do what you asked me to do.” He leaned over to his ear and whispered softly, “I would be your first, as you wished.” Bakugou shivered. He closed his eyes, brought his feet closer together. How is it possible that he felt excited even though it hurt his soul so much? “I wouldn't be an idiot to get drunk on nervousness and then fuck a girl from class B.”

“W-what?” Bakugou whispered.

Eijirou just shook his head. “It will be better if you only experience the pain once you see us. But…” He pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. “I'll never forget that look. Pain, betrayal, hate. All I thought I would never see in your eyes. At least not if they were looking at me. And you looked…” He tried to laugh, but his eyes were already filled with tears. “If I could…”

“K-Kir—”

“Would you like to know about our life in the future? Should I tell you all about it? How do we work together, live together, enjoy the best days?” He began to rub his nose against his. “Should I tell you about my wife? How has she been forcing me to have a baby together for two years, but I can't, because every time I go to bed with her, I have to think about you?”

“Pervert,” Bakugou whispered, closing his eyes.

“Or do you want to talk about how you’re torturing me? How are you forcing me to listen to having sex with those bastards in your room just because you know how much I hate it? How do you send me photos without a T-shirt from the gym to show me your progress, but we both know you're flirting with me like that? As every time you get drunk, you end up in my arms and whisper what you would do to me, and then…” Eijirou growled, “then you pull away as if nothing really happened and say - You're married, we can't do this .”

“Sounds like me.”

“If I could,” he said again, “I would do otherwise. Because I have you in the future, but you're not mine .” Bakugou shivered again. But this time he couldn't control the excited moan that came out of his throat. Eijirou's eyes gleamed with lust, and he moistened his lips with his tongue and whispered, “What if we went to take a shower?”

“You've been to the shower before.”

“But not with you.” Instead of answering, Bakugou moaned again. “I can tell you everything… All about us… And at the same time…” He ran his hand down to his neck, feeling his swollen vein beating rapidly in the beats of his nervous heart; and squeezed it. Bakugou moaned again. Eijirou joined him this time. Bakugou always sounded beautiful. But now that his moans belonged to him, he was almost drunk with an obsession to make him moan so loud he couldn't talk tomorrow. “In doing so, prepare you for everything you wanted from me but didn't get.”

“Do you want to correct your mistake?”

“Yes.”

“Because of me?”

“For us,” Eijirou corrected him.

Bakugou’s heart pounded with joy. “Let's go,” he said, and they got up together. Eijirou reached out to Bakugou, who accepted him with a blush on his face. The redhead smiled at him and they went to the shower together.

Five minutes later, someone opened the dorms’ door again. Kirishima entered the main room, instead of a heavy suitcase, with only a light backpack on his back. As soon as he took the train to the station and went home with his mother, he stayed for lunch with close family members and told them everything that was going on at school. However, he couldn’t stop thinking about his future self, who in the meantime was walking around his room or training with his dumbbells. He apologized for forgetting important homework in his room, hurried to the bus, and arrived at the dorm with only his necessary things. On the way, he messaged his mother that he would return the next day. The time quirk was only to last until tomorrow night, which will certainly excuse his absence at home.

He reached the main room, there was silence everywhere. It was bright in the kitchen, and Kirishima could smell the familiar smell of Bakugou’s food. He smiled as he realized that he probably cooked his favorite dish.

He walked contentedly into the hallway and heard the sounds of the shower. He walked over to the elevator, took himself to the fourth floor, and walked to his room. He stepped inside without knocking. He was used to leaving his room unlocked in the evening if anything happened. But Eijirou wasn’t in his room. When he noticed that his deodorant and shower gel were also missing, he realized that it was he who was taking a shower downstairs. He took off his annoying backpack, lay down on the bed, and waited.

However, when Eijrou didn’t return after fifteen minutes and Kirishima was bored after all the news on the social media, he got out of bed and went out into the hall. “Bakubro!” He shouted happily, knocking on his door and opening it wide. “I’m here again — eh?” The light was off, but the balcony door was open. Bakugou always did that before he wanted to go to bed. He liked it when he felt cold around him, and at the same time he could dive almost to his nose in the duvet and, thanks to quirk, soon warm up all over. “Strange,” he said to himself, and left the room. He closed behind him and looked at the doorknob. “Strange,” he said once more.

He didn't know what it was, but from the moment he saw Eijirou looking at Bakugou, he was - uncertain. Something in his eyes was more bold, charismatic, and strangely predatory. He had no idea what that meant, but whenever he saw his gaze, his stomach turned and he clenched his fists. He wanted to punch him and at the same time he shook in fear of what he would do to him. He couldn't admit it, but he felt bad when he left. Not because he couldn't “ be with himself ”, but because he left Eijirou and Bakugou alone. It kept bothering him. On the way in the car, at lunch, in his shower, on the way back to school…

He tapped his foot impatiently on the ground. He turned and got back on the elevator. Maybe Eijirou decided to watch something on TV after the shower? Bakugou opted for the evening run instead of the morning run, and since it was the weekend, will he get some sleep later? There was nothing so special about it. So why did he feel so weird?

There was silence in the hallway. The men's shower door was open, and there was a pleasant odor of Kirishima’s shower gel. However, it was extinguished everywhere. Silence hit him like needles, stabbing him all over his body. He opened his mouth to say something when he noticed the dim light coming from the main room. He walked around the corner and noticed that the lamps next to the TV opposite the large seats were on. They didn’t shine strongly, but rather provided a pleasant warmth and created an intimate light. He saw red hair above the seat. He smiled. It seemed that Eijirou was resting after Bakugou’s dinner. “Hey, my older self!”

Eijirou winced. He turned his head carefully and looked at his younger self. “H-hello,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, I thought it was really weird that you stayed here alone like that… So I thought I'd keep you company. And maybe I'd ask you about some things from the future, you know. My curiosity. Or should I say yours ? Or ours ? Damn, it still doesn't make much sense to me.” Only now did he notice Eijirou's red cheeks and dilated pupils. If he came even closer to him, he would surely notice a few drops of sweat on his forehead. “...What are you doing here?”

“Chilling,” he replied too quickly.

“S-sure,” Kirishima stammered. The nervousness was back. “Don't you know where Bakubro is? I wanted to go to him when you were taking a shower, but no one was there.”

“I don't know,” Eijirou said, frowning. Again. He looked like a predator.

Kirishima wanted to take a step back and let his older self calm down? But why? Did something happen? Was he sick? Should he have called Aizawa? When there was suddenly soft and quiet: “E-Eijirou…” Eijirou closed his eyes and whispered something softly.

“What the-”

“I guess you should go, Eijirou,” the older readhead said in a stern voice.

“W-What—”

“Go,” he said as an order.

Before Kirishima could answer, he noticed a clump of platinum hair behind Eijirou’s. But before he was sure who it was, he said again, “Eijirou.” But this time a loud moan was added.

Kirishima fidgeted. “Baku—”

“Go,” the older one told him again.

“N-no—” The younger stammered.

“Eijirou,” Bakugou moaned. It was him. Kirishima was sure of that now.

“Bakugou.”

“Go,” said the older, loudly and forcefully. He moved. Thanks to that, Bakugou moaned again.

“No,” Kirishima whispered to himself, running to the couch. “Baku—” Before he could say anything, his world sank into darkness. Eijirou slapped him in the face with his hardened palm.

Kirishima wasn’t unconscious for long. The black mist in front of his eyes melted after less than 30 seconds. But he was still a little confused. “Don't move too fast,” Eijirou warned, sitting directly in front of him. Kirishima blinked. Did his older self really only wear loose, black sweatpants? His hair was still a little wet from the shower, but still around his face it looked majestic like a lion's mane that fell to his bare shoulders. Eijirou looked neutral, but there was something dark in his eyes that almost sent Kirishima back to the realm of dreams. “Are you okay?” Eijirou asked him a little carefully.

“Yeah,” Kirishima said, chuckling. “Nice punch,” he laughed as he moved his jaw, and it was clear that he would have a nasty bruise on his face tomorrow. He was already making up a story in his head that he would have to tell his overly protective mother. He moved his body, his legs, his hands — He widened his eyes. He tried again. He failed again. His hands and ankles were heavy and he couldn't move them. As if something was holding them.

“Don't try,” Eijirou told him, getting up, “you just can't get out of it.” He leaned his back against the backrest and whimpered. Dorm chairs were kinda uncomfortable. Especially now that his calves were strapped to the legs of his chair and his hands were tied behind something heavy, probably metal, behind his back. It pulled him to the ground. When he tried to pull away, not even his own quirk helped. In that case, it was not metal handcuffs. “If you don't fight them, it won't hurt.”

“W-what… Why did you tie me up?” The younger man asked in surprise, wincing again. Again without success.

“Because I don't want you to ruin this moment either.”

“I-I… Wh-what moment?” Kirishima didn't understand.

Eijirou smiled almost sympathetically. “This one,” he said as he swerved to the side and stepped behind Kirishima, leaning his hands on his shoulders and smiling triumphantly.

However, Kirishima didn’t notice any of this. He stuck his eyes in front of him. Bakugou was on the couch in front of him. But he had never seen him like this. The proud, masculine Bakugou sat in front of him as if he were the most fragile piece of china. He sat in a semi-sitting position, his ankles crossed in front of him, he was naked. He was wearing only Kirishima’s T-shirt, which Eijirou found in his closet. He leaned against the seat with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. His eyes gleamed, his cheeks and ears red, a faint streak of saliva running down his chin. His hair was tousled and protruding in all directions, some strands falling to his face, obscuring his gaze full of lust.

Kirishima also forgot how to breathe. Only Eijirou’s question brought him to reality. “Beautiful, isn't he?” Kirishima swallowed hard, but said nothing. “I knew you'd like it too.” He leaned over to his younger self and added, “I know you're confused now, but trust me - I know what I'm doing. You'll thank me again for that.” He tapped Kirishima on the shoulder a few times before walking around him and back on the couch. As soon as he sit down, Bakugou looked at him, withdrew his hand from his lips, and -

Kirishima’s eyes went unnaturally wide and he made a squeaking sound of surprise. Did Eijirou - his older self from the future - just kissed Bakugou - his best friend? Before him? Without shame?

They both had their eyes closed, kissing slowly, tenderly, without tongues. Eijirou held Bakugou around his shoulder, the other stroking his bare skin on the knee. Bakugou had his hands drawn to his body as if ashamed or defended. Kirishima had never seen him in such a position, so he had no idea what was true.

But that just scared him. “Enough! Stop it! That's enough!” He tried to break free, but he couldn't.

Eijirou and Bakugou stopped kissing. “Is something wrong?” His older self asked.

“Everything!” He shouted. “W-what is it! … I… Stop it!”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “He agreed.”

“How — he agreed?” He asked, blinking in surprise. His eyes darted into Bakugou, who immediately lowered his gaze to the ground. “Baku-Bakugou, really?”

The blond just shrugged. Eijirou touched his face with his nose and closed his eyes. He moved his palm from his knee to his cheek and stroked his chin. “Your best friend asked something,” he whispered in his ear before biting his lobe, “answer him.”

“I agreed,” Bakugou whispered, closing his eyes in excitement.

“Say it louder and look him in the eye.”

Bakugou obeyed. As soon as his gaze sank into Kirishima’s, the redhead forgot how to breathe for a second. Bakugou’s red eyes were darker, his pupils dilated, and he looked a little younger thanks to a fallen bangs in his lashes. “I agreed,” he said in a strong voice, almost the same as when he spoke normally. There was something breathless and delightful in it though. “I agreed, because it means a lot to me.”

“W-what?” Kirishima couldn't even ask. What should he ask? How was he supposed to ask? What all this meant? He tried to move his hands again. The handcuffs didn’t break.

“I understand you're confused,” Eijirou said as he began to swipe his tongue around Bakugou’s ear and gently suck it. The blond closed his eyes contentedly and tilted his head to the side to have better access to his body. “I'll explain it to you very slowly so you can understand, okay?” Kirishima didn't know how it was possible that he felt so bad when his own self made fun of him. True, he wasn't one of the smartest, but would anyone be confused in this situation? “Katsuki—” Kirishima still couldn't figure out why his name sounded so beautiful out of his mouth, “—sit before me.”

Bakugou - the one who hated orders and became angry at every mention of helping others - obeyed him without a word. He held the bottom hem of his shirt so that his cock couldn’t be seen. Nevertheless, Kirishima noticed its shape. In three years of friendship, they both saw each other in different situations. They didn’t comment when they noticed that one of them had boner; they never talked about when they accidentally caught each other while masturbating or watching porn. It seemed natural to them that two almost grown-up boys sometimes succumbed to the passion of their own bodies. But now it was more - erotic . Kirishima could see his entire length, a width that the old T-shirt couldn’t cover. A wet patch was made on the tip.

Eijirou leaned his body into the seat, spread his legs, and tapped his thighs. He stared at Bakugou all the time. He smiled and waited for Bakugou to sit between his legs. Eijirou immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him to his bare chest. When the blond lay on his muscles with all his weight, it rumbled. Kirishima took a deep breath as Bakugou moaned faintly. He moved his other hand to his knees, which he pulled closer to his body so that Kirishima wouldn’t see his naked crotch. Even so, he could admire his round butt.

“We'll tell him nicely from the beginning, Katsuki,” he whispered in the younger man's ear and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at Kirishima right away. Their eyes met. The nervous Kirishima fidgeted, while the confident Eijirou just grinned. “You two have been best friends for three years. You've experienced a lot together. You have seen successes, you have experienced losses. You have seen your friends win prizes, you have seen your teachers and heroes die. In three years, you've collected scars that some people won't get in their lifetime. But none of this has ever broken you. Because you've both always been strong.” Bakugou moaned again. Kirishima’s heart pounded. Why did the words pleased him so much? “I never wanted anyone but Bakugou by my side. His manliness always charged me. His words gave me strength. His touches have always managed to get me back to reality and realize what's important. I've known over the years how honest and sincere he is. And especially to me. That's why I've always admired him.”

“Yes,” admitted the younger Kirishima.

Eijirou smiled. “That's why he knew he could always come to me. Whenever, whatever he needed. He used it minimally. But I was always there. Because he meant a lot to me back then, at that time.” Eijirou moved his lips to Bakugou’s neck and began kissing him. Bakugou tilted his head back and arched. A goosebumps appeared on his body. Kirishima’s legs shook. “He decided to take advantage of it once. Finally come to me and asked me for one thing he couldn't ask anyone else.” Eijirou let go of his shoulders and began squeezing his pectoral muscle over the fabric of his T-shirt. Bakugou winced and jerked his feet. “Because you mean more to him than you think.” Eijirou turned Bakugou’s head forward to look at Kirishima. “Tell him it. Tell him what he means to you.”

“You mean a lot to me.” Kirishima whimpered with those words. Eijirou already touched his chest with both hands. He squeezed it like his favorite toy and bit him in the throat. “I-I've had for some time - I've known for a long time - I knew you were something more. Something more than just a friend.”

“Bakugou…,” Kirishima whispered in surprise.

“You're more to me than that, Kirishima,” Bakugou said, tears welling up in his eyes. Kirishima couldn't tell if it was tears of lust or sadness. He shook his hands again, hoping to finally free himself. He wanted to hug Bakugou, whisper what he meant to him, put him to bed and stroke his hair while he told him he didn't want to lose him. He didn't know when it started, but he knew what it meant. He didn’t resist his feelings, yet he didn’t want to be controlled by them. He kept saying that he admired Bakugou so much that he simply had a crush on him. But crush wasn’t the same as love?

“Did you hear Eijirou?” Eijirou asked his younger self, who could only nod. Eijirou stopped squeezing Bakugou’s pecs and moved his hands to his knees, which he pressed against him. “And do you know that when you mean so much to him, he wanted more than just friendship for you?” He knew Bakugou didn't want anything like a relationship . He didn't want to get married, he didn't want children. So why— “Surprised? I was there when he came to see me then—”

“Don't say that, please,” Bakugou asked Eijirou as he lowered his chin to his chest and couldn't see his face through the bangs. Kirishima now knew how he felt. He was ashamed, maybe a little scared. He never heard Bakugou saying this word so broken and urgent. He had red ears and cheeks, almost afraid he would ignite.

“W-what?” Kirishima couldn't even tell what he wanted to ask. He felt his whole brain turn into a soft pudding.

“Katsuki,” Eijirou whispered, stroking Bakugou lightly on both knees, “don't be ashamed.” Bakugou shuddered, but his knees were still pressed together. “Please don't be ashamed, Katsuki,” Eijirou whispered again. Bakugou took a deep breath, dipped into Eijirou’s chest, and relaxed. “That's a good boy,” Eijirou said, looking back at his younger self. “Look closely and listen.”

He didn't have to tell him twice. The moment Bakugou completely devoted himself to Eijirou’s touches, Kirishima began to perceive only two of them. Nothing and no one else. He could barely blink. Especially not after Eijirou helped Bakugou spread his legs, he took off his shirt and revealed his naked beauty. Kirishima swallowed dry. Yes, Bakugou was one of the most beautiful men in their school - and to be honest, in his life - but now that he saw him open, naked, relaxed - he looked irresistible .

Bakugou rested his head on Eijirou’s shoulder, but his eyes still looked down. This time on his exposed crotch. His cock was hard, erect, bouncing under the rush of excitement from the eyes that looked at him and the heat he felt from the man he was leaning on. He was never ashamed of his body, he knew he was handsome, but now that everyone was looking at his cock, which was dark pink with excitement, he was shy.

“Look at him,” Eijirou reminded Kirishima, “and listen carefully.” Eijirou’s fingers began to stroke Bakugou on his thighs. The blond moaned softly. “We had a party a week before our graduation.” His fingers moved to Bakugou’s crotch. His fingers began to play with the filled testicles. “Aizawa allowed us to have some wine, have music playing even after dinner, we could do everything we wanted that night without checking on us. You're almost grown up , he said. If only he knew then…” Eijirou took Bakugou’s cock in his palm and began to play with it. It was hot and all wet. With each movement up and down, there were obscene sounds that complemented their quick breathing. Eijirou stuck to Bakugou even more. Only now did Kirishima notice that he was rubbing his crotch against the blonde's ass. Something inside him tightened and his stomach began to bubble as the sour juice entered into his throat. He didn't understand what it was, but it made him angry again and he wanted to break those stupid handcuffs. He tried to reach Bakugou, but he couldn't. Eijirou didn't even notice his futile outbursts. “We were at Katsuki's balcony, we had our first drink together. We were sitting on the ground, looking at the stars, we were hot from alcohol… When Katsuki asked me something.”

“K-Kirishima — t-that's—”

“Don't worry, Katsuki, I know how you like it.” Bakugou shivered again, his legs spread more, letting Eijirou do what he wanted with his cock. “He asked me if I could do one thing for him. I said anything . That's true, isn't it?”

“Y-yes,” Kirishima replied softly, though he somehow knew it was just a rhetorical question.

Eijirou still continued. “But what I didn't expect was that my best friend, the boy I admired so much and didn't understand for myself, if what I felt for him was just friendship; stroked my cheek and gave me a kiss.” Kirishim's eyes widened comically. “He kissed me. I still remember that.” He moved one hand to Bakugou’s face and stroked his jaw. Bakugou immediately lifted his chin and let him kiss him. The kiss lasted only a few seconds. Bakugou whimpered in protest. “He asked me if I would be his first.”

“Oh, a l-little faster,” Bakugou whispered, moving his hips up a few times. However, Eijirou didn’t speed up his palm and loosened his grip a little.

“Wait, please,” Eijirou whispered in his ear, “I want you to enjoy it.”

“I am-I am-” the blond tried to convince him.

“I know,” Eijirou laughed, “but I want you to remember this. Forever.” He looked at his younger self, which couldn't take his eyes off Bakugou’s naked body. “Because I couldn't give you this back then.” Kirishima tore his gaze away from his best friend and looked at Eijirou. His gaze was dark, and Kirishima’s was almost terrified by it. “Because I'm an asshole. I ran without letting him answer. I didn’t know what to do. So I followed the others to the main room. Class B has just arrived. And I drank. I probably wanted to muster up the courage. Organize my thoughts. Or I just wanted to have an excuse to justify why I acted like the biggest asshole at the time.” Eijirou stopped satisfying Bakugou and moved his hands to his sweatpants. He pulled them only halfway down his thighs. They could both see his dragon tattoo, which encircled his entire thigh. And in the middle stood a large, powerful, and wide cock. Dark red with purple tip. Kirishima didn't seem to grow just in height. “I got drunk. I talked with a girl from B-class about how I can't handle my life. She, too, drunk, soothes me and says I was a great boy. And me? I started kissing her.” Eijirou just snorted. “I slept with her. But do you know what was the worst? As we took the elevator upstairs, I mistook the rooms. Which room do you think I came in with her?” This time, Eijirou took his question seriously, but Kirishima didn't want to answer it. He just swallowed hard. “You know that very well, don't you? My younger stupid self.” Kirishima breathed sadly. “I lost my virginity in a drunken state with a girl I didn't even know properly, on the bed of a boy I had loved since freshman year. And he saw us doing it. I will never forget that sight in my life…” Bakugou reached for Eijirou’s face and stroked it. He knew about it. He told him everything in the shower as he massaged his body, washed him, and then began to stretch him by his fingers and tongue in the most intimate place. As a result, Bakugou forgot the pain he felt in his heart.

“I won't make the same mistake again,” Eijirou said firmly, grabbing Bakugou by the hips. He made him kneel on the couch so that he still wrapped his legs around Kirishima. He was now directly over the tip of his cock.

Kirishim realized it. His older self now— “N-No!” He shouted. There was a rumble of handcuffs, but they still didn't let go. “You can't!” He tried to activate his quirk, but nothing helped. He felt completely clueless.

“Kirishima—” Bakugou's voice reassured Kirishima. He stopped fidgeting and looked at his friend. He looked at him with narrowed eyes and a slight smile. “—I want it. I-if I can't have it from you… if I suffer from what you do to me… L-let me have this…. A-at least once. Only once. Please.”

“Bakugou.”

“ Please .”

Kirishima swallowed dry again.

Eijirou didn't want to wait any longer. He moved his hands against Bakugou’s back, stretched it slightly, and slowly, so that the younger one would get used to it, sink into him. Bakugou’s chest vibrated as he breathed. He leaned one hand against Eijirou’s shoulder and covered his mouth with the other so he wouldn't moan so loudly. Yet he was heard the most. His moans were high, full of desire and impatience. “K-Kiri—” He wanted to say his name, but he couldn't. His lungs and stomach burned. He felt like he was exploding. The heat that halved him was overwhelming and he couldn't stop thinking that - Yes, this is what he always wanted . “More, more, more,” Bakugou whispered.

“Katsuki,” Eijirou whispered excitedly as he finally sank into him and Bakugou sat on him with all his weight. The blond immediately began to rise. He rested his hands on Eijirou’s knees and began to ride his cock like his favorite toy. Eijirou stroked him with one hand on his back, hair, shoulders, on every loose piece of naked skin. He moved the other to his waist to help keep him stable. Bakugou closed his eyes, tilted his head, revealed his long neck. He sighed, moaned, and begged . He moved inexperienced, a little hasty. But he still couldn't come up with another feeling that could ever match what he felt now.

And Kirishima just watched. He couldn't do more than open his mouth, not blink, and watch the theater they were playing just for him. Yet he looked only at Bakugou. On his beautiful body, which glistened with sweat. The way the bangs fell on his face. To the wonderful sounds he made. On how erotically he looked. “God,” Kirishima whispered, realizing that his cock had long been hard, lifting his entire pants.

But none of the men in front of him noticed. They were immersed in each other. Eijirou enjoyed the fact that he could finally touch Bakugou, that he could finally hug him, and that he could kiss him. He enjoyed the warmth that surrounded him. Bakugou, on the other hand, enjoyed the new feeling he didn’t want to give up.

But— “No, no, no,” the younger whispered, “I-I can't…”

“What's going on?” Eijirou asked carefully, pulling him back to his chest.

“I-I can't… s-stop…”

“Is that wrong?”

“I already… I… already…,” he blushed.

Eijirou understood. “I forgot you are so young,” Eijirou whispered. “Do you want me to-”

“Don't torture me, please,” Bakugou asked in the pleading tone, “I want… I want… already.”

“Of course.”

Eijirou grabbed Bakugou's body and helped him to stand up. Before Bakugou could ask him what had happened, he leaned him against the table between the sofa and the chair to which Kirishima was tied. Bakugou fell on his elbows, slapping his palms on the  polished wood. “Look,” Eijirou ordered to his younger self, who looked at both of them. He was suddenly so close to them. He was sure that despite the fabric of his pants, he could feel Bakugou’s hot breath and the warmth that came from him. Eijirou grabbed Bakugou's chin and forced him to look at Kirishima. They both moaned aloud as their eyes met. “Look at what you might have had if you weren't a dumb idiot,” he told him before re-entering Bakugou.

This time, however, he let his own desire speak. He immediately began to thrust into Bakugou immediately, almost as if trying to enroll in his entire body. As if he wanted no one to satisfy him after him the way he did.

Bakugou stared at Kirishima all the time. Although his vision was foggy, he could feel the excitement all over his body that deafened him and blood bubbled in his ears; he could do nothing but think of his approaching peak. He could feel it in every corner of his body. He burned and wanted more, even though he already felt that he would fall to pieces under the next thrust of Eijirou’s hips.

Still, he wanted something. He wanted his Kirishima.

Bakugou slowly reached out to him. He saw how excited his friend was. He wanted nothing more than to touch his knees, rip his pants off, open his mouth, and feel his throbbing cock on his tongue. He wanted to know if it tasted as great as his older self.

“No,” Ejirou growled, taking both his hands in his. He intertwined his fingers with him and pressed more against him. Bakugou sank under the weight of his body and pressed his body to the table. “I couldn't have you then, I won't have you now. I don't deserve it,” Eijirou said, a clear sign of anger in his voice.

No one has said anything since then. Eijirou growled, Bakugou moaned loudly, Kirishima was silent. There were loud sounds of two bodies crashing against each other.

“Ei… Ei…” Bakugou tried to warn his lover before he closed his eyes, squeezed his fingers hard, and there were faint explosions from his palms. Eijirou didn't mind them at all. He enjoyed the wonderful feeling that Bakugou had reached his peak. He withdrew, curled up as if to keep his orgasm to himself.

Not long after, Eijirou said his name, almost in love , and stuffed him with his come. Bakugou shivered under the heat and groaned again. If he still had a little strength, he would surely get excited again. He wanted to feel Eijirou once more, more, maybe finally touch Kirishima in front of him, but he felt like in the clouds. Without realizing it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Kirishima looked away at the moment and looked down at the ground. He didn't even look up when he heard Eijirou’s low voice speak to Bakugou. Even when he heard footsteps moving away from him. Even when he was sure he was completely alone in the room.

Twenty minutes later, Eijirou returned to the main room. He was already dressed in a new T-shirt and pants that Shouji had lent him. He knelt behind Kirishima and wrote the code into his handcuffs. They immediately fell into his hands. “I won't apologize for that,” he said as Kirishima began massaging his red wrists.

Kirishima didn’t say anything. He looked at his older self, who tore the tapes from his calf and sat down on the table opposite him. They just stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“…Where is he?”

“In his room. Sleeping.” Kirishima just nodded. “You should sleep too - it was an exhausting evening.” With that, Eijirou got up and walked to the elevators. But before he could turn the corner, Kirishima’s voice stopped him. He turned to him. “What did you say?”

Kirishima sat in a chair, a neutral expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with tears. “...Why?” He asked, as wounded as before.

“Because I'm selfish and I always wanted to have him for myself.”

And Kirishima couldn't say anything because his older self was right.