Daigoro Banjo.

One of the predecessors of One for All, thanks to whom Bakugo had access to Blackwhip.

Katsuki was not the brightest tool in the shed, but he had come with the idea to pass himself off as Daigoro's grandson. He knew it was risky. Izuku was smart enough that he would eventually figure out the truth, but it had to serve for now.

Eraserhead and All Might had suggested that Bakugo was only allowed to use Blackwhip while he was here and he had begrudgingly agreed. He would definitely blow off his cover if he started blasting fires and using One for All in front of all the students.

They had told principal Nezu about what was going on, since they needed his permission if they were to introduce him as a new teacher at UA.

That meeting definitely had to be one of the most embarrassing moments Katsuki had been through. Principal Nezu had gushed and fussed over how much he had grown over the passing years, and how much mature he seemed. Bakugo had mumbled something under his breath about workplace violence while his ears were being pulled and cheeks were being not so gently squished, in the midst of comments like, "It was a stupid thing to do, but I'm sure we're all glad to have you here." and "It's so cute that you're trying to save your husband!"

It was decided that Bakugo would change his hair colour and wear blue lenses, so that he would at least slightly resemble Banjo.

At first, Eraserhead had suggested that Bakugo shave his head but the proposal had received shocked gasps from both principal Nezu and All Might and indignant cursing from Bakugo, so needless to say the motion was overruled.

After much deliberation, the four concluded that Katsuki would get a haircut and dye his hair black. Eraserhead said that he would also have to change his hero costume, since he definitely could not wear the same gear that Bakugo from the present wears, so, he would go without his gauntlets for now, and they could start working on a new costume design for him right away.

Bakugo thought this over for a minute, then nodded, "I can come up with one by tonight."

Principal Nezu dismissively waved his hand at the response, grinning mischievously, "No need… I know someone who can make one for you… You should get some rest today and think about your first day at work tomorrow. You're probably jet lagged from time travel as it is."

Bakugo snorted, "That's not even a thing… and I believe I should take care of my own costume, I don't want to leave it up to some uneducated noob, who knows nothing about me."

Principal Nezu looked at him with the same goofy look on his face, "Oh, I believe that he knows you very well…"

"I'm sure…" Bakugo muttered, rolling his eyes.

Principal Nezu picked up his forgotten cup of tea and looked down into it, smirking at no one in particular.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the principal. He simply couldn't understand what was going through that tiny, little brain.

There was no way he was going to let some stranger design his hero costume, not if he could help it.

He was so busy glaring at Principal Nezu that he did not notice the tiny black tendril creeping under the door.

The small black fingerlike thing crawled towards Bakugo's leg, climbing its way upwards.

All Might was the first to notice and make a comment.

"Aizawa… do you see that thing…?"

Eraserhead's eyes were already trained on the projection, he was staring at it thoughtfully. It seemed too familiar.

Meanwhile, Principal Nezu had managed to nestle himself inside Eraserhead's scarf. He settled in comfortably, taking a sip of his tea.

"Bakugo-!" Eraserhead started but the principal shushed him, whispering into his ear, telling him to stay quiet. Eraserhead glared at the principal in annoyance. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm cold, and it's comfortable." The principal replied, not at all embarrassed of his actions.

All MIght simply watched as the small black tendril rapidly grew and wrapped itself tightly around Bakugo, holding him in place.

Bakugo didn't even protest in anger, as you would've expected from him. He stared at the blackwhip in surprise. He knew that apart from himself, the other living person who could use this quirk was Izuku.

Needless to say, Izuku's entrance was dramatic. The door opened almost noiselessly, revealing an older version of Izuku.

This Izuku was seething in anger, green eyes blazing in fury, fixed on Bakugo.

The principal sipped from his cup gleefully, Aizawa stared at Izuku in surprise and Bakugo was well… tied up and too overwhelmed to say anything.

All Might was the only one who immediately regained his senses. He took 4 long strides towards the door, and tightly embraced his student, sighing with an unidentifiable emotion that closely resembled relief.

Izuku was stunned at the sudden display of affection, he hugged back hesitantly but managed to relax into the hug.

Bakugo was looking at his teachers trying to figure out how much of this had been planned in advance, they both seemed quite surprised so it was safe to say that neither of them had expected that Izuku would show up.

Bakugo had wanted Izuku to follow him, but now that he was actually here, Bakugo was really anxious about what was going to happen. Bakugo's reckless nature was infuriating as much as it was endearing, and he knew his husband did not approve of his actions.

Eraserhead was the next to break out of his momentary shock. He walked towards All Might and Izuku and said, "Midoriya."

"Hi…" Was all Izuku said, his eyes locked on Bakugo.

"Why are you here!?" All Might asked, as soon as he let go of his student, voice slightly alarmed. "It's not that I'm not happy to see you, but Bakugo told us that he has no way of going back."

Eraserhead decided to speak next, "We have no idea how time travel works… What if you are both stuck here for the rest of your lives?"

Izuku finally stopped staring angrily at Bakugo and turned his attention towards his teachers, "That's why I came back… Our friend recently finished working on the device that would help us get to the past, and then back into our own timeline. I am here so I can take Bakugo back home."

Both teachers audibly sighed in relief after hearing that.

Eraserhead smiled, "Problem solved then! Midoriya can take Bakugo home and we don't have to go through the plan that we just came up with."

"Actually…" Principal Nezu started, "I thought we could all benefit from having both Bakugo and Midoriya here at UA as teachers for some time."

Eraserhead scowled. "You knew about this and let us go on discussing this mess for hours for no good reason! I have been stressing about this problem for days!"

Principal Nezu smiled sheepishly, "Well… I wanted it to be a surprise…"

While the teachers were bickering about whether or not to send Katsuki and Izuku to the future, Izuku moved his wheelchair towards Bakugo slowly, who had his eyes fixed on his husband, watching his every move anxiously.

Using blackwhip he pulled Katsuki down towards himself. Bakugo eyed him warily, trying to gauge the anger in Izuku's eyes. He had come to the conclusion that he would be in the doghouse for the foreseeable future.

He mustered up some courage to speak but even before he could let out any sounds Izuku shut his mouth, with blackwhip.

"Shush…" Izuku whispered, "I'm still mad at you, you moron."

Bakugo groaned, still on his knees. He wanted to argue and protest in order to defend his very sane (in his opinion) decisions, but Izuku refused to withdraw blackwhip, making Bakugo claw helplessly at his red and puffy face, resulting in him closely resembling an angry chipmunk.

He knew that he could use his own quirks and break away any time, but he decided not to do anything to infuriate Izuku even further.

"So, what do you both think you want to do?" They heard Eraserhead ask in their peripheral vision, forcing them to divert their attention away from each other.

"I think we should go back." Izuku replied, earning a groan from Bakugo.

Principal Nezu frowned, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah… I have work to do and Bakugo has an agency to run. I think now that he's delivered the shows and the manga, there's no reason why we shouldn't return to our regular lives."

"What kind of work?" All Might asked curiously.

A ghost of a smile appeared over Izuku's lips, "Oh… I make manga and anime…"

"So the comics we have…" Eraserhead muttered, the cogs in his brain working.

He walked over towards the Principal's desk and picked up one of the books he had lent the principal and presented it to Izuku.

"Yeah… I sketched and wrote those…" Izuku said in a giddy tone, taking the manga from Aizawa's hand. He turned the book over in his hands and fingered a small logo on its black cover. "This is my company's trademark."

The teachers both huddled together around Izuku, curiously admiring the meticulous details of his work.

"Right now I'm working on the third movie and the fifth season." Izuku absentmindedly traced the writings on the back of the book and sighed, "I had no idea Katsuki was going to bring them back here and do this… How many people know?"

"Too many to turn back now, I'm afraid." Eraserhead said. "Your past selves know, the other teachers know too… And I have a feeling Midoriya and Bakugo may have told some of the other students as well…"

"Does anybody care about me!?" Bakugo snapped frustratedly, growing tired of practically being chained to the floor on his knees, the sentence coming out brokenly due to his gagged state.

Principal Nezu tore his eyes away from the comic and looked at his other student, "What do you say, Bakugo, will you stay?"

"Stop encouraging it…" Aizawa groaned. He did not know much about the semantics behind time travel, but he knew that keeping them here for too long wouldn't exactly yield positive results.

All of them turned their heads towards Bakugo and finally managed to get a good look at their student.

It was an astonishing sight.

"What exactly are you doing on the floor?" Eraserhead asked coolly. Bakugo grunted in response, jutting out his chin, and struggling against the bonds to make his point.

Principal Nezu chuckled at the display and All Might sighed.

"Let him go, Izuku."

Izuku ignored the request but reluctantly retracted his quirk from Bakugo's mouth as a compromise so that the man could talk.

"Thank you." Bakugo said sarcastically with a huff. A mistake he realized after noticing the stony expression on his husband's face.

"So?" Principal Nezu questioned. Not wanting the discussion to get sidetracked, "Will you stay?"

Bakugo glanced towards Izuku, taking his chances, "If Izuku agrees to stay too."

This had Izuku fuming in anger. The audacity of this brat!

How could he say no? There was no way to refuse now without seeming awfully rude and unhelpful.

Bakugo knew this, of course, that is why he chose this particular tactic. He knew that Izuku simply couldn't refuse helping people.

"Usually," All Might started, causing Izuku to turn his head and look at his teacher, "In a situation like this, I would strongly insist that everything stayed under wraps, but after finding out about the fight that damaged you so badly… I want to do anything I can to save the Izuku Midoriya from the present from the same fate…" His fingers absentmindedly traced the injury on his chest that he had endured as a result of his battle with All for One. Remembering what it had done to his body. "Kids always think that they are invincible, it's time they start learning that their actions can have serious consequences."

Izuku sighed, there was no fast and easy way out of this mess now, "Okay…" He reluctantly agreed, looking his former teachers in the eyes with a silent, and firm resolve.

He did not miss the smirk Katsuki had on his face in his peripheral vision. He was simply going to have to teach the brat a lesson later on.

Izuku tilted his head towards the floor where Bakugo was kneeling and coldly stared at his husband.

Bakugo immediately stopped smiling and felt a shiver run down his spine. He gulped nervously, mouth dry with anxiety and… want.

For Izuku only a couple days had passed since he had been apart from Bakugo, but for Bakugo, it had been much longer. Time travel worked in mysterious ways and Bakugo was craving for Izuku's touch. He simply wanted to be close and he was sure that his eyes reflected his desperation. It had simply been far too long.

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