Uravity grunted as she hit the ground hard. The villain she'd been fighting in the bank had gotten in a lucky punch and sent her careening through an open door. She rubbed her jaw, waiting for her head to stop spinning. That door must have led outside. Was there a park behind the bank? She grimaced. Aizawa was always on them about being more observant of the battlefield. He was going to tear her a new one come Monday...

"Tagged you good, didn't he, Cheeks?" said a raspy voice nearby. "You should get a chin strap for your helmet so it isn't always flying off when you flip around in the air."

The heroine on the ground growled. "Dynamight, we just finished having this conversation, please use my code name when we're…" she stopped short when she turned towards the voice, and saw that it was an old man sitting on a park bench talking to her instead of her classmate. He had to be in his 80s, his hair shockingly white. Liver spots and wrinkles covered his face and hands, and he leaned heavily on a cane. One of his legs was prosthetic, and he seemed to be wearing some kind of hearing aids. "I'm sorry sir, I thought you were someone else." He did look awfully familiar though. "You should leave, there's a villain inside the bank."

The wrinkled face smirked at her. "What bank?"

Uravity whipped her head back towards the doorway she'd just flown through, only to find a chain-link fence with an open gate. Beyond the fence was a dog run. "What?" she murmured.

"Oh there used to be a bank there, but it was demolished when some punk villains tried to rob it about 70 years ago, and it was damaged beyond repair in the ensuing fight." He chuckled darkly, his eyes glazing over as he reminisced. "I learned all about hero liability insurance after that, let me tell you."

Uravity blinked in confusion.

The old man blinked as he returned to the present, and patted the space next to him. "You're going to be here for a little while, Ochako. Why don't you come keep an old man company?"

Uraraka gaped at him. How did he know her name? And using her given name so casually? Was he a family member she didn't remember? She'd just been to a family reunion last month, but his face didn't ring a bell. She stood, and sat in the indicated spot, staring at him. Finally, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. You look very familiar, but I'm afraid I don't know who you are."

The man smirked, an extremely familiar expression. "Oh, you do. Just not looking like this." He gestured with his cane towards the open gate. "The man who knocked you through the door has a time-traveling quirk. He can use any doorway to send himself, or anyone else, through time. Walk through your bedroom door, and it's a week later, or a year, or a decade, if he wants."

Uraraka inhaled sharply through her nose. "You mean I'm in the future?" She gaped as he nodded. "You said the bank was destroyed 70 years ago. So that means…"

"Yep, you've been transported 70 years into the future." He held up a reassuring hand. "The quirk will wear off in thirty minutes, and your partner will have saved the day, if not the bank, by the time you get back."

Uraraka groaned, leaning over and putting her face in her hands. "Bakugo is going to kill me for disappearing on him like that."

A soft chuckle made her look up. "Don't worry about it, Cheeks, he won't be too hard on you."

"Wait…" Uraraka stared at him, the gears in her head turning. His smirk. She'd seen that exact same smirk this morning as she was going out on patrol when her partner was teasing her about being two minutes late. "Bakugo?"

The smirk widened into a smile. "Got it in one."

Uraraka felt like her head was spinning. "I must have been hit harder than I thought," she mumbled.

He waved her off. "Nah, you're fine. Not even a concussion."

She blew out a sigh and sat there silently for a while. She periodically glanced over at her companion, but he just sat there, staring off into the center of the park, an amused expression on his face. She cleared her throat. "So… how did you know I would be here?"

Bakugo shrugged. "You told me you would be. Oh, by the way, it's June 10th. So you can tell me what day to be here."

Uraraka gaped at him. "But… What about the space-time continuum? Not learning about your own future? Sociopaths becoming rich because they know how sporting events are going to end? End of the world?

The elder laughed uproariously. "Yeah, you always were into those goofy sci-fi movies." He turned to her, an amused glint in his red eyes. The color had largely faded, but it was still his most striking feature. How did she not notice before? "You actually did keep this from me for a long while. Only told me about it about five years ago. Gave me the same excuse about the space-time whatsit." He shrugged. "But in the end, you figured you must have told me after all because you remembered the conversation we had."

She gaped at him. "No end of the world?"

"No."

She sighed in relief. "Um… Ok." She picked at a piece of dirt on her costume, trying to decide what to say. "Then... what do you want to talk about?"

The smirk came back. "What would you like to know?"

She shrugged. What do you ask someone who knows what the rest of your life will be like? "Not sure I want to know too much about my own future, so why don't you tell me about yours?" She smiled at him. "Ever get to be number one?"

Bakugo smiled, staring off again as his mind drifted to the past. "For a time, yes. Deku and I traded off on being number one for years. We weren't the only ones though, my wife beat us both a few years as well."

Uraraka's eyes nearly fell off the bench in surprise. "You're MARRIED?"

Bakugo's smile faded a little. "Widower, actually. She passed a few years ago. Almost five. "

Uraraka winced. "I'm sorry."

He nodded. "It's fine. We had a good long run."

"Do I know her?"

"Oh, definitely. In fact, I'd say you know her intimately."

Uraraka puzzled over what that meant for a second. Was it Mina? Kyoka? She looked back up at him. "Any kids?"

He nodded. "Three. A daughter and twin boys. Only my daughter ended up being a hero. She takes after her mother after all. The boys both went into support." He patted his metal leg. "They designed this for me."

She looked over it with a critical eye. "Looks like good work. You should be proud."

Bakugo smiled. "I am. Damn proud. It's what got me out of my own head when I was forced to retire at 36." He patted his leg again. "Villain got me with a portal quirk, sent my leg to somewhere in Mongolia without the rest of me. I took him down though."

"Wait, if you were 36, then your sons couldn't have been very old."

Bakugo shook his head. "No, they were a little younger than you are now. That support course at U.A. is really something. Hatsume might be a lunatic, but she knows her stuff, and was a great teacher."

Uraraka blinked. "So you got married right after high school?" She pondered this for a second. "That's about eighteen months from now. Then. Whenever." Was Bakugo seeing someone in secret? Or did he start dating soon?

He nodded. "Yep. Had a nice little ceremony with the whole class. All Might presided over the wedding!" Uraraka interrupted him with a giggle, which made him smile. "We didn't intend to have kids at 20. Hadn't planned to at all, figured we'd be too busy, but shit happens. It worked out in the end, though. First Hanako, then the boys Hiroshi and Daisuke a couple of years later."

"Did it cause a problem with your careers?" asked Uraraka. She shifted in her seat a little uncomfortably. "I think I'd like to have kids, but I'm not sure I'll have the ability, considering how hard being a hero is."

He shrugged "It was tough, but we made it work. Actually, it was probably for the best that we did have them so early in our careers. It meant we didn't have the responsibilities of being highly ranked interfere with being home with the kids when they were born. I did feel bad that my wife's hero career had to be put on hold for so long while pregnant and then after the kids came, but if anything it only made her rankings go up as the public got excited for their arrivals." He grimaced. "She always hated the attention from the paparazzi though."

"Yeah, I can understand that." Despite still being a student, Uraraka was already sick and tired of her picture being taken when she was trying to save people. "What did you do after you retired?"

"Went into support myself. Learned alongside my sons. Did you know I maintained my gauntlets myself? The big grenades." Uraraka nodded. "Well, after my sons saved me from my depression, I rediscovered my passion for tinkering. Ended up turning it into a business. The boys run it now, and Hanako is their best client, buying products for her agency."

"Do you get to see them much?"

Bakugo shrugged. "We talk on the phone or video call every week. But they're too busy to hang out with an old fart like me all the time. Besides, they all have their own children, even a few grandchildren."

Uraraka gasped excitedly. "Great-grandkids! You have to show me pictures."

Bakugo laughed, pulling out his phone from his breast pocket. They spent the next little while scrolling through pictures and talking about his family.

Uraraka looked up at him during a lull in the conversation and smiled. "I don't think I've ever seen this side of you before. You're so… mellow."

Bakugo scoffed. "You learn as you get older to stop sweating the small stuff. My wife helped me with that an awful lot too."

"She must have been an awesome woman."

Bakugo smiled wistfully. "She was. I'm lucky she even gave me the time of day back then. I was a real asshole."

Uraraka nudged his shoulder with hers in a friendly way. "You weren't that bad," she said with a grin.

"Yes, I was. I'm just glad you saw through it and wormed your way past my stupid walls."

Uraraka's face fell as realization hit her like a bucket of ice water. "You mean 'your wife did', right?" she said, almost desperately.

A small wince appeared on his face before he let out a sigh. "You're in your second year at U.A. now, right? Interning at Miruko's with me?"

Uraraka nodded, still staring at him with wide eyes.

"What month is it?"

"June."

"Damn," he cursed under his breath. "A month too early."

"Too early for what?" Uraraka was starting to panic.

Bakugo nudged her with the end of his cane. "You're the one worried about the damned space-time whatsit! I'm trying to be vague enough for you!"

"Bakugo!"

"Gah! Fine! Shit." He pulled out his phone again, scrolling for a while through his photo album until finally, he found what he was looking for. "Here," he said as he handed her the phone.

With shaking hands, Uraraka took the proffered device and looked at the screen. It was a picture of the old man, with an equally old woman sitting beside him on a couch, their hands interlocked. Despite the gray hair and wrinkles, Uraraka recognized herself in the photo.

She looked up at Bakugo, who had a sad smile on his face and tears in his eyes. "That picture was taken just before you went into the hospital for the last time. Running into burning buildings to rescue people is terrible for your lungs. We caught it early when you were younger, and you beat it for a long while, but it eventually came back and took you from me."

Uraraka nearly dropped the phone as she was confronted with her own mortality. Lung cancer was always going to be a potential hazard of the job, but it was low on the list of things to be afraid of, considering so many heroes died in confrontations with villains. She was almost glad to know it would be disease that took her instead of being killed in battle.

Then she looked at her companion, and saw the tears in his eyes had fallen down his cheeks, though he didn't make a sound. At least she knew what to do here. She reached over and surprised him with a tight hug around the waist. After a moment, he gently wrapped his own arms around her.

"I'm sorry I left you, Katsuki," she said, muffled slightly by his shirt.

He stiffened slightly at the sound of his given name, then relaxed into the embrace, and patted her on the back. "It's all right, Ochako. You didn't want to, and you put up a hell of a fight."

She sat back with a sniff, trying to keep from bawling outright. "So, what happens in July?" she said as she wiped her eyes, trying to change the subject.

Bakugo chuckled, wiping a few tears out of his own. "In July, I get my head out of my ass and ask you out. I'd kind of had a crush on you since the sports festival the previous year, and finally worked up the nerve to do something about it."

Uraraka laughed. "I had no idea! Why didn't you say something?"

Bakugo shrugged. "Well, you always had a thing for Deku, everyone could see that. Then when he left school, we were both in mourning, even if he wasn't really dead. I told myself that I was waiting for the right time." He scoffed darkly. "Now I'm beginning to think the only reason you said yes in the first place was because of this conversation."

Uraraka giggled. "I won't say it's not having an effect," she teased. Bakugo rolled his eyes. "And I won't say I've never thought of it before, either."

Bakugo smiled. "Good. You've set an old man's heart at ease."

Just then, the phone in Uraraka's hands beeped, as an alarm went off. She saw that a timer had ended, and looked up at her companion curiously.

Bakugo took his phone back from her. "That is the alarm to tell us that you are about to go home and that we should say our goodbyes," he explained.

Uraraka sighed. "Is it weird that I'm going to miss you," she said.

Bakugo barked a laugh. "No you aren't, you're going to see me in about thirty seconds." He pulled her into a hug. "But I miss you every damned day."

Uraraka returned the hug, closing her eyes. She was about to say something more when she felt the embrace vanish. She opened her eyes and found herself sitting on a concrete block in an alleyway behind the bank where she'd been thirty minutes previously, though the building was looking a lot worse for wear than she'd remembered it. Her partner's influence obviously.

She leapt from her seat, and dashed into the bank, picking up her helmet from where it was discarded, and jamming it on her head. She hoped Dynamight wasn't in too much trouble. She smirked to herself. Well, at least she knew he wasn't dead.

Bursting through the final door, she found herself in the main lobby of the bank. She quickly took up a defensive stance, but there was no need. In one corner of the lobby was a group of tied up villains, with Dynamight standing over them, talking to a detective. She sighed in relief, and walked over to him.

"And what's the name of your insurance company?" the policemen asked.

"Haaah?" The sound of confusion that emanated from Dynamight's mouth traveled up the scale and lasted far longer than necessary. Uraraka hid a giggle behind her hand. "Whaddaya mean 'insurance'?"

The policeman gestured around to the room they were standing in. There were holes in walls, destroyed furniture, and fallen light fixtures littered the floor. A chunk of masonry with impeccable timing chose that moment to fall from the ceiling. "Someone has to pay for all of this destruction, and I have a feeling you caused more than your fair share of it."

Dynamight threw a hand towards the villains behind him, causing them all to flinch back as if expecting an explosion. "I was stopping a bank robbery!"

The policeman flipped through his notebook. "According to the bank manager, the total amount of cash in the vault and all the drawers at the time of the robbery was 100 million. According to our heroics expert on staff, the damage done to the bank is upwards of 500 million."

Dynamight gaped at the cop, as the adult glared at him, waiting for a response. Uravity took pity on her partner and piped up. "We're still students at U.A, currently interning at the Miruko Hero Agency." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her ID. "Here's my provisional license. I'm sure the agency has an insurance policy, but we haven't been provided the information."

The cop took the license and looked at it critically. "If you're still students, then you should have a pro hero supervisor nearby. They should be here." The teenagers shook their heads, making the policemen sigh in frustration. He handed back the license and made a note in his notebook. "I'm afraid Miruko is going to be levied a hefty fine for letting you two go solo." He shut his book with a snap. "You may go, but I'll be in touch with you through your agency. I have more questions."

Bakugo ripped off his mask as the cop departed, and growled at the man's back. He turned his ire on his partner when he heard her giggling again. "Oi! What the hell do you think you're laughing at, Cheeks?"

Uraraka took her helmet off and got herself under control. "Nothing at all," she said, but her eyes still danced with mirth. She smiled at him. "Hey, do you want to get dinner together after we report back to the agency?"

Bakugo blinked in surprise, the anger completely drained from his expression. His jaw dropped, and he gaped at her like a fish. "Wha?"

Her smile widened. "Come on! It will be fun. Just you and me. There's that new restaurant down the street I've been wanting to try.

Bakugo flushed, suddenly unsure of himself. "Um… Sure, Cheeks," he said lamely. His eyes looked away from hers, and he put a hand behind his head. "I ain't paying for you though," he growled, trying to regain his composure.

Uraraka chuckled. Sure the future Bakugo said he was going to ask her out next month, but there was nothing saying she couldn't get the ball rolling a bit. She started to walk towards the door. "That's fine, I'll buy this time, but you're paying next time!" she called over her shoulder.

Bakugo nearly tripped over his feet at the promise of future dates. He scrambled to catch up with her.

As they walked out of the bank and started on their way back to the agency, Bakugo kept stealing glances at his partner. It seemed like he was trying to work up the nerve to say something, but couldn't spit it out. "What happened to you back there, anyway?" he finally managed with a growl. "One minute you were kicking ass, the next you disappeared for half an hour."

Uraraka waved away his concern. "Oh, I just got hit by a quirk is all. It temporarily transported me far away, but it wore off on its own."

Bakugo grunted. "How far away were you that you couldn't get back until it wore off?"

Uraraka nudged him with her shoulder. "You could say it was a lifetime away. I'm looking forward to seeing it again, eventually."