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Bakugou smirked at the sight before him. Tongue dipping out to wet at his lips. The room suddenly warmer and it wasn't from the steam escaping from hot shower joining to the bedroom or his Quirk.

"Good morning to you too, Katsuki." Hiyori laughed, reaching behind her to thread her hand through his ash blond locks. The male didn't hesitate to pin her against the closet door, his chest pressed flushed against her backside. He dove straight for her neck, nuzzling his nose against the crook there.

"You smell so fucking good." He growled against her skin and her breath hitched when he dragged his hands up her exposed thigh. Her skirt attachment, already half undone.

"Katsuki," He grunts at the way his name leaves her lips, wanton and a purr. His heated fingers drawing circles at her hips that he kept pressed against his. He hissed when she pressed against him as she turned to lock their lips.

"Katsuki," She whispered again as the parted, breaking for air. A pink dusting her freckled face and highlighting galaxy blue eyes that bore into his wantonly.

Bakugou swallowed hard at the sight.

"We can't."

And just like that the moment was ruined.

"Why the fuck not?"

She pulled back from him. "As you clearly already know, I have work today."

His arms locked around her tighter and played with the material of her hero costume. The one she had been in the middle of putting on. While the main tasks of Heroes were rescue, evac, and battle. Heroes often participated in other events to help increase their fame. Hiyori, or more publicly known as, Stardust was one of those Heroes. "The fuck was wrong with the last one?"

Except lately that seemed like that was all she was doing. Not that he blamed her. There wasn't much else to do for a Hero in recovery. Besides, well, recover.

"The last one was a photoshop for that brand you like." His face contorted angrily, trying recall the many brands Stardust often featured on. He didn't figure out which one and he stopped trying. There were more important things to do, a lot more important given her next words. "Today's a fan event."

Hiyori spun around quickly when he made for the near invisible zipper of her body suit. He hissed at the denial, and she merely laughed at the angry look on his face. She never did falter against his rage, even at the start. She threw her arms around his neck and he yanked her hips tightly against his. "You'll leave marks." She pouted despite the threat that he might and most likely would explode at any moment if she kept denying him. An explosion this close was bound to hurt.

"That's the fucking point." He said hotly into her ear, hitching her leg against his hips, and Hiyori realized that her skirt was missing from her hips now. It was amazing that it managed to stay hinged to her hips for so long. "You're fucking mine. I don't need deadbeats ogling at what's mine."

Bakugou Katsuki and Tōyō Hiyori being an item was known to a very select few. With both of them being public icons and Pro Heroes within the top rankings, coming out as a couple led to more trouble than what it was worth. Trouble that Villains was sure to leverage and trouble that may impact their ranking and fan base. A consequence that Katsuki was more than vocal about not giving a shit about. Hiyori on the other end knew of the other's desire to be Number One and she wasn't willing to risk anything until it happened. Which left them in multiple squabbles and arguments that ended in a stalemate that weighed in Hiyori's favour.

"You made that quite clear last night." Hiyori said, tracing his chiselled abs through the black tank he wore. He really grew up well over the years. She followed them until she hit the V of his hips, hands parking there as she debated against herself whether to continue or not. She bit back a moan when Katsuki rolled his hips, and she glared at the smirk he wore. Obviously aware of her inner struggle and more than willing to play the role of the devil. Oddly enough, it drove the desire to spite him. "With all the marks you left yesterday, it was almost like you knew I would be out today."

They often left hot and steamy escapades for nights preceding a day off. The risk of having their bodies worn out when they were needed was dangerous. Heroes never did play light and Hiyori's sore hips was clear evidence of that. The only reason why last night evolved the way it did was because Dynamight had a later start today and Stardust was still off duty until she fully recovers. Not that the way Katsuki had her was any way to treat someone in recovery.

"Nothing wrong with marking what's rightfully mine."

She replied with much to Bakugou's irritation, "Good thing they were either all coverable."

He practically ripped at her costume after that but before he could blast off the material, she locked her hands with his, interlocking their fingers. Bakugou flinched and quickly switched to diminish the crackling in his palms when he didn't feel the familiar pull of her Quirk.

"That's fucking dangerous!"

"And having another round of you marking me isn't?" She pressed back, stepping forward until they were nose to nose. "I won't have enough time to cover them up again."

He yanked her closer until their bodies were pressed flushed against each other, heat radiating between them. Crimson bore into ultramarine. "That's the fucking point."

Hiyori spotted the clock by the bedside table. "Correction, we don't have time."

"Playing hard to get?" His lips curled up, excited at the challenge. "I can be quick." He shot back, overconfidence flooding out of him.

She pressed in towards him then, leaning forward until their lips were hovering inches away from each other. Warmth breaths fanning over lips.

She flicked his forehead.

"I'm saying you don't have time." She forced him to read the red broken lines of the digital clock, and the man groaned loudly, bending backwards with his hands thrown into his hair. He cursed profanities as he reluctantly pulled himself off his girlfriend to collect his things. Not without taking his rage out on some random items along the way.

Hiyori chuckled to herself at the display and worked on making herself presentable again. She frowned when the digital clock smashed into the mirror before her, breaking it into a million pieces. "Katsuki!" She hollered, but the Pro Hero had already returned to the bathroom.

Picking up the miscellaneous remains of inanimate victims to Bakugou's rage, Hiyori made quick work of repairing their broken items. She couldn't count the amount her Quirk had saved them from unnecessary expenditures. Not that the two were in short on funds in any way. Their profession as Pro Heroes was more than lucrative.

Which made the familiar lecture that Momo often gave her about aiding the economy all the more conscious. She could practically hear the former vice class president's speech in her mind.

Bakugou peaked his head out of the washroom, eyes turning into angry slits when he saw her still standing in the bedroom. Weren't they short on time? The explosive snap never passed his lips as a somber look appeared on her face as the words printed on the mirror returned after being fixed. He cursed himself for having brought that stupid mirror to her attention.

The damn mirror also doubled as the daily news. A feature Hiyori had convinced him worthwhile when they moved in together. Something about being able to react faster and prepare better. The Top 10 Pro Hero ranking currently listed on the metallic screen. Dynamight holding steady within the top three. Her fingers brushed over the holographic 7.

The ranking she used to hold with pride.

Pro Hero Stardust no longer placed on the ranking sheet.

"Don't give me that face." Bakugou said, dropping his bowl down before him as he slumped into the seat. A similar frown in his brows mirroring hers. "You don't get to be a fucking princess about your food when you slept in."

Hiyori snapped her gaze from the nine plates of different collagen-heavy and jelly-like dishes. "You know damn well you're the cause of that." She hissed and he only smirked smugly back at her, chest swelling with pride. Oh, he was well aware. She swore that the bastard had planned this. He wanted her to sleep in so he could make breakfast. He knew her dislike and avoidance towards jelly-like food.

"Doctors orders." He said as if it was excuse and reason enough to dump half of the food onto her bowl of rice. "Eat up." He gave her a shit-eating grin.

"Fuck you." Hiyori cursed. A small act of defiance before she picked up the konyakku.

He waited until the food was halfway in her mouth, before swallowing his bite and responding back. "You did. Last night."

She choked almost instantly. Hiyori simmered in her seat, aimlessly nibbling on her breakfast as slow as possible in hopes of Katsuki letting her go. She knew he wouldn't. He had done it for her sake. He wasn't wrong, the doctors did her order to refuel up. For some reason beyond her, jelly-like food did wonders to aid her recovery. Something about it being due to the nature of her Quirk.

Still, that didn't mean she didn't dislike eating the weird slime for food or for her mind not to find reasons to avoid eating such food. Reasons like how her duties didn't amount to much right now anyway. Her Hero duties reduced to that of celebrity work in the meantime. Stardust spent her days doing photoshoots, sponsoring brands, and other social works. Not that she dislikes doing them, it was still meaningful work, but when she comes home to a half-beaten Bakugou. Her hurt arches and she wondered if someone blessed with such a strong Quirk should be on the sidelines like this.

"Hurry and eat your fucking food! We're going to be late if you keep eating at the pace of a shitty rabbit with no teeth!" His face glowered at the bite in her eyes. "GNAWING AT FOOD ISN'T EATING IT. USE YOUR GOD DAMN TEETH!"

She glanced at her phone, reading the time that lit up on her lock screen as the two exit their shared apartment. Their Hero costumes tucked beneath causal wear—a habit of theirs to be ready no matter what.

"Oh, by the way," Hiyori started, knowing Bakugou was busy trying to lock their door. The lock half broken from one of the nights Bakugou grew too impatient and almost blew the lock off along with the door. "The van event today is actually a social cheer for the children at Kokomo Hospital." She said nonchalantly, pecking him on the cheek as he turned an ear towards her to signal that he was listening.

He blinked.

Her eyes twinkled in glee.

You got jealous over some brats.

Like all the other rare moment where she managed to catch him of guard, red fluttered across his face and tinted his ears. Her grin grew wider until her cheeks hurt, and she worked quick to burn the look on his face into memory. For these moments were as short as they were common. And the very reason why she held off fixing the lock.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING YOUR SEXY OUTFIT FOR A BUNCH OF BRATS?!"

"Sh! You're going to wake up the neighbours!"

"Those lazy asses should already wake up! How long are those degenerates planning to sleep in? Fucking contribute to society, damn it!"

"It's 6:27 in the morning."

"So, I was up at 4:30!"

"Is this some kind of competition now?"

"Not anymore. I fucking won."

"No one's competing against you, Katsuki." Hiyori deadpanned. "Now shut it before you wake up the neighbours. Ah, too late." A couple of the neighbours slammed open their windows to yell at the couple to quite down. To which, Hiyori quickly slapped a hand over Bakugou's mouth before he could yell back something foul.

"I honestly can't tell if you want the world to see or no one to see." Hiyori sighed, bowing and forcing her hot-tempered boyfriend to bow to towards the neighbour.

"The world should know that you're off the fucking market, but I'll also kill any fucking pervert who dares to look at you!"

She flicked him square in the forehead. "A Hero shouldn't go around saying he'll kill people." She scolded, walking ahead. She didn't get what was so awful about her clothing selection.

It was just her hero costume

A gurgling scream followed by yelps as a Villain tumbled along the side of a skyscraper until he ran out of runway and crashed onto the roof of a lower building. Dynamight didn't bother to wait before firing off his hands and speeding over towards where the rest of the fight was. The Villain's head lolled back, and his body entrapped by the rumble around him. Completely unconscious.

"Can't handle a couple of villains on your own, huh, Shitty Hair?" Dynamight greeted, using another Villain as a landing pad. He grabbed the masked Villain's face and roasted the guy medium rare, never once removing his smug grin from his face.

"Good to see you too, Dynamight." Red Riot responded back, having gotten used to the man's harsh greetings long ago.

"Good to see you, my ass! What's great about this fucking situation?" As if to prove his point four more Villains crawled out from multiple hiding points and the explosive man cursed. Organized crime has been on the rise recently and it was a pain in the ass. Dynamight raised his grenade gauntlet, a feral grin on his face.

Red Riot activated his Quirk quickly, skin hardening to take a blow suddenly from his left. "I'm not the Villain here!" Honestly, he should have known better than to not expect friendly fire from Dynamight. It was how he says hello.

"That's for letting this shit get so fucking big."

Red Riot winced at that truth. "My Quirk isn't exactly the best against the lead Villain."

"Where is he? All I see are the extra mob." He was ready to pummel someone stronger.

A scream and the two Heroes split up instantly, sparing only a moment to exchange plans through a glance.

Red Riot took the brunt of the damage while Dynamight zipped through the air behind, grabbing the couple of screaming kids from the playground. "What the fuck is the evac team doing? There's still civilians here!" Dynamight shouted into his earpiece. His attention dropped towards the squirming children. "Shut the fuck up or I'll kill ya!" He hissed at them when one of them called him a villain.

"Stop scaring the children. There should be a safe house at point Y." Red Riot grunted through the barrage of attacks.

"You think I don't know? The hell you giving me orders now anyway, Shitty Hair?" Dynamight hissed over his shoulder. The kids needed to be dropped off at the safehouse, but he couldn't exactly leave Red Riot alone to the gang of Villains. Red Riot was a Pro Hero capable of handling his own. That he didn't doubt. The issue was their lead attacker. Like Red Riot said, his Quirk was a poor match up.

"Go! I can manage these small flies. Shouto is on his way too."

"Hah? Is this a fucking reunion?!" Dynamight shouted before blasting off. He could make it back before the troublesome one shows up. No—his explosion grew hotter—he would. He swore to never be late again.

"Where the fuck is Half and Half at?" Dynamight cursed as he rounded back around, just in time to yank Red Riot out of the way. A beam of white light striking against the tree behind instead.

"Thanks. I owe you one." Red Riot saluted, dangling off the blond's hold. He eyed the crater where the tree once stood cautiously. Not a single trace of the tree remained. He swallowed thickly. Like he said, his Quirk was a bad matchup against this Villain's.

"You owe me fifty!" Dynamight corrected and Red Riot jerked his head up to meet the other. A look of disbelief on his face. "Now get! I'll handle this."

"As if—"

"It's fucking annoying, but no one back at HQ has figured out that bastard's Quirk yet." Dynamight retorted, calm despite the cursing. "We can't risk you getting hit."

"The same goes for you!" Red Riot hardened his grip on the hand holding him when Dynamight tried to chuck him away and out of the battlefield. "If you're hit—"

Dynamight grabbed his face, glowering at the other. "Are you implying I'm fucking dumb enough to get hit? Do I look like the Shitty Nerd?" Small bangs of explosion sparking on his palm and Red Riot hardened the skin around his face in preparation. "Don't make me spell it out for you. You're a melee fighter. You're fucking useless here. Get!" Dynamight could at least battle mid-range. That would give him time and chance to avoid whatever white glowing orbs is shot at him. Whereas Red Riot wouldn't even have time to react at point blank range.

"But—"

"Get! Or I'll knock you out myself!" The sparks under his palm grew exponentially and threateningly.

"Or stay together!" A third voice joined them, and the two Pro Heroes cursed as white light surrounded them.

"Heaven Piercing Ice Wall!"

A wall of ice shot up between them just in time to take the blast. A second geyser shot forth from the first, aimed at the Villain. Shouto frowned. The attack didn't connect.

"Took ya sweet time getting here, Icy Hot!"

Shouto stared at the hotheaded hero impassively and turned away towards the other Hero, helping him up. "Dynamight's right. We'll take it from here. I've secured the rest of the Villains on my way here, including the ones you two knocked out. HQ sent out a team to collect the defeated Villains."

The two glanced back at the trial of ice coating part of the district. "Just how far back is Evac?" Red Riot deadpanned while Dynamight complained about inadequate training for not be able to keep up. Shouto ignored them and pressed a finger towards the intercom in his ear. His ice wall completely fine despite taking a direct hit of the white blur. "What were the items that disappeared after being hit by the white light again?"

The two stopped their argument. "Did you figure something out?"

Shouto muttered to himself, nodding at the recap that flowed in.

"This is no time for fucking secrets! What did you find out?"

"I'm not a hundred percent sure. It's just a hypothesis, however—"

"Spill it already!"

Heterochromatic eyes darted toward the bomb user. "I was getting there. I suspect that—"

"Sorry to interrupt, but there is still a Villain on the loose." Chargebolt's voice echoed through their earpieces. "And he escaped while you guys were busy playing catchup."

The three grew silent, realizing just how quiet things had gotten in their area. Dynamight was the first to recover, hissing back angrily. "We were not fucking catching up!"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, just taking your sweet time then."

"Where's the Villain now?" Shouto asked back while Red Riot held Dynamight back from holding the line for another curse train.

Dynamight's explosions paused when he heard the location next.

"He's headed straight for Kokomo Hopsital."

Smiles, laughter, and happiness filled the air as the young children chased after shooting stars, glitter trails, and fireflies. "Take me through the Milky Way!" One of the children shouted, gleefully, hugging Stardust's leg like a koala. His mouth dropped into a wide 'O' when the tiled hospital floor disappeared into swirls of blue and yellow, speckled with tiny white glimmering light. One by one, the tiled floor lit up into a wavy path that seemed to almost breathe alive with the way it glowed. Excited screams filled the room once more and the children detached themselves from the Hero's side to follow the path, stepping carefully only on the lit tiles.

"T-Thank you so much. This is tremendous help." One of the nurses said quietly, eyeing as the children were exiting in orderly single fine line. "I honestly wouldn't know how to get them out so easily without causing alarm."

The hospital emergency siren had sounded earlier, with the words 'Code Grey' echoing through the hallways on repeat. The typical lights switching automatically to a dimmer emergency light for those hard of hearing. It was all code to evacuate the premises immediately, but the sudden change had scared the children who were excited to spend the day with a Pro Hero.

"All in a Hero's work." Stardust said humbly. She pressed her hand against the wall, highlighting the exit path in yellow dust. "I'm only providing a distraction."

"Call it a distraction, but I think it's magical." Blue eyes widened at the compliment and the nurse pulled back. "Ah, sorry, that was an awkward thing to say, wasn't it? I just mean that your Quirk is so beautiful."

Stardust's eyes softened and she wrapped her gloved hands over the other, a genuine smile on her face. "Thank you."

The smile was short lived as an explosion set up far closer than before. "We need to hurry. Can you get me a blueprint of the hospital and a ledge of every patient and visitor today?" She gave the nurse's hand a tight squeeze. "Can you do that for me?"

"There's already so many people evacuated!" Uravity gasped as she and Ingenium arrived at the scene. Damage control and evac was their top priority, but they had gotten the notice late with half the telecommunication towers being knocked out. They weren't expecting the worst as fortunately they were patrolling nearby, but they weren't expecting 65% of the hospital to be evacuated already.

"That's great! But how—" Uravity pushed past the other, interrupting what would have ended as another spiel. "Is that Stardust?!" She cried happily as she spotted the blue and yellow clad Hero. Said hero perked up at the name, confirming the question unintentionally. "What chances are to see you here! It's great to see you again!"

"Uravity, Ingenium! It's been while!" She nodded in greeting, "It was just a lucky coincidence that I was here for a fan event." She said and the two nodded in immediate understanding. She wasn't called here to work. She haven't fully recovered yet.

"Evacuation for majority of the hospital has been completed. All that's left is Upper Wing H, J and Lower left wing M." She informed quickly, switching into work mode immediately without missing a beat. She spread the blueprint out on the empty hospital bed before them. The two heroes shared a glance and chuckled quietly at the sight. They truly missed this. "Seniors with mobility issues are in Wing M. Access to Upper Wing H is limited as an elevator is down." Stardust inhaled and exhaled slowly. "Finally, there's one patient who was in the middle of a game of Hide and Seek. The nurse said that they were playing in J Wing."

Ingenium and Uravity shared a look of disbelief. Their thoughts unanimous, a game of Hide and Seek at a time like this? Stardust agreed wholly with their shock.

"I'll take Wing M." Ingenium volunteered after clearing his throat.

"Leave Wing H to me. I'll use Zero Gravity to get the patients down." Uravity offered.

Stardust nodded. "I'll take J then." She rolled up the blueprint. "Thanks for coming to assist." She sighed, warmth spreading across her chest at the sight of them.

Ingenium made a cutting motion before her as if to cut her off. "That should be our line. You were first to the scene and evacuated majority of the patients by the time we arrived without even knowing the situation at hand."

Another stray explosion caught her eye and she turned towards the taller male, a sheepish look on her face and an equally sheepish request on her lips. "On that, would you mind telling me the details of the mission and the Villain they're fighting?" It was unorthodox to be sharing those details with someone not on duty, much less an off-duty hero still in recovery. And of all the heroes she could have asked, she was asking Ingenium, a stickler for the rules ever since their UA days.

"I… I, uh…" He stuttered at the serene blue eyes boring into his.

Still Stardust wanted, no, needed to know. "Dynamight is the one fighting the Villain." It wasn't a question. She knew. Another explosion caused their shadows to jump. Of course, she knew. She recognized those blasts from the sound alone.

"I… don't have an extra earpiece."

Of course. Her gaze dropped. Heroes in recovery were meant to do just that—recover. Getting worked up on cases they couldn't work on wasn't healthy for recovery.

"We don't know much about the Villain or his Quirk. The Villain can shoot white projectiles." Ingenium snapped his head towards the other female. He would have mistaken her for not understanding what the look he wore meant since he had forgotten to take off his helmet first. But she shot him an equal look back, challenging his decision to keep her in the dark. "HQ is still trying to figure out what getting hit with the projectiles mean, but Pro Hero Shouto has a leading theory: anything living that is hit by the projectile disappears without a trace."

"And non-living?"

"They remain." Ingenium conceded on her right. He looked away bashfully and the two females beamed.

The three split up afterwards, with Ingenium leaving first followed by Stardust leaving Uravity in Wing H. By the time Stardust made it to Wing J, she had enough time to digest the new information she learned. There were three main takeaways. One, Shouto was also on the scene. Two, Eraserhead and other restrictive Quirk Heroes were either away or on their way over but would take some time. Most importantly three: do not, under any circumstance, get hit.

Stardust frowned when she arrived at her destination. Wing J was larger than the blueprint had alluded too and filled with far too many machines and cabinets. She scanned over the patient file. Asuka Yiemei. Aged 7. How was she going to find one small patient in all of this?

"Hello?" She called into the fifteen cabinet she had opened. "Asuka-chan, can you hear me?"

Another explosion. Followed immediately by another. This time close enough to shake the building. Stardust had to grab onto a wall to steady herself. There wasn't much time left before the battle arrived.

"Milfie-chan!" A small voice called and Stardust zeroed in on it quickly. Rushing into the room in time to spot the small child reaching for a fallen purple rabbit doll, and the walls of the room collapsing over them as the battle finally arrived.

Perhaps it was the years of Hero Training drilled into her or because the thought of another life lost because of her would break her, Stardust dove head first into the falling light and beam without a second thought. She stood tall over the shaking girl hunched into a ball. Her right arm above her, finger stretched apart and finger pads pressed against the air. "Sky Shatter!"

The falling debris cracked, splitters spreading into spider webs at a blindingly fast pace, until the whole thing fell apart. Erupting into thousand of tiny micro particles of the most basic atomic units. The metal elements casting a slight shimmer as they caught the sunlight now flooding into the wall and ceiling-less room.

The slight glints of the metal refracting light rays were what gave birth to her Hero Name, Stardust. Her class and those around her had always said she always looked like she was standing in a solar system surrounded by million of stars whenever she has used her ability. In actuality, stars had nothing to do with he Quirk. Nor was it that beautiful.

Her Quirk, Atomize, allowed her to reduce anything living or non-living into very fine particles or other small distinct units at touch. She could reconstruct anything she has reduced back to its original form should she still have all the remaining pieces and should the item not be too large or heavy. Though to be able to activate her ability on the item, she must first understand down to the atomic level of any item she wishes to reduce or reconstruct.

Luckily or maybe as a result, Hiyori was a nerd in her own right.

Her body throbbed painfully but she ignored the recoil on her body for using her Quirk on such a large area when not fully healed. "Are you alright, Asuka-chan?" Stardust asked gingerly, deactivating her ability and squatting down next to the child.

Innocent eyes widened, sparkling at the sight of a Pro Hero she had only ever seen through a box. Then the excitement morphed as the rest of her surroundings finally dawned on her. Her bottom lip quivered.

The teach back in Hero school that the flow of a battle can sometimes make the battle. Disrupting such flow can turn the battle around. While the Heroes had failed to capture the Villain in time before he made it to the hospital, they were getting the upper hand now. Avoiding the white glows remained a priority and limited their chances of landing a hit, but they were getting a hang of it. Especially with Shouto's ice aiding in restraining the Villain. It wouldn't be much longer now before they capture him too and put an end to the long day. If they remained focused.

Dynamight was first to spot the source of the cry thanks to the added visibility for being in the air. His lips curved into a proud smug at the sight. Of course, she, of all heroes, would be the one there saving while off-duty. Stardust scooped up the bawling child, tucking her tightly in her arms, a soft smile on her features. He'd tell her off about being so unguarded later. Her back to them, open and without any barriers or obstacles thanks to her ability obliterating everything. Also for obliterating everything given her state. For now, he just missed seeing her at work.

It wasn't until he saw the child clinging to her chest and the Villain's face did all the heat drained from his body.

Atomize has one major drawback: when activated, anything and everything that she is touching or is touching her will be reduced indiscriminately.

Dynamight shot to the left, chasing after white. Eyes blown wide and focused on the shitty white blur enclosing on Stardust. His Stardust. His Hiyori. The fires at his palm grew hotter, tearing, and burning the skin. The sting was but a numbing in the back of his mind—unnoticed amongst other things muted and muffled by the insanely loud beating of his blood in his ears. The questions, cries, and shout of Chargebolt and HQ for his sudden off-planned movement to the searing laughter of the Villain he left behind. Nothing was being received by the top hero except for white blur peeking through the spaces of his outstretched hand.

Someone had called for her with a voice that was both familiar yet so foreign. She recognized his voice anywhere, but never had she heard him such emotion before that it startled her. It took one look to understand why and it pained her that she was making him wear such a look she never wished to see on him. If she had more time, she probably teased him for wearing such an expression while being a hero in an attempt to lighten the situation. To tell him, it'll be alright. But there wasn't any.

Instead she could only think of the last time she got gravely injured in battle.

Ah, He's going to kill me for getting hit.

She offered a small smile.

Strangely, she'll miss those threats.

Dynamight crashed into the far wall of an adjourning room. His breathing labour and body absolutely wrecked from the ridiculously stupid crash landing he just pulled. One of his bomb gauntlets was smashed, but he couldn't care less. The body cradled between his arms squirmed, trying to pull free from the suffocating grip. It took him a moment or two before finally getting his body to respond, relaxing his grip enough for a head to pop up, gasping for hair.

Azure locks fluttered around as she looked around for the room they had came from. The spot where she stood moments before but a crevasse dug out by Dynamight's dramatic dive. Tears bubbled, blurring her vision and her body sagged, growing heavy with fatigue as and the adrenaline wore off. Her voice was shaky and minute when she spoke, as if she was too scared to face the answer.

Bakugou gritted his teeth at the mere whisper.

Shouto leaped off his ice wall he used to scaled up to the second floor. Voice caught in his throat at the scene. The only sound between then was the small hiccupping cries of the child gradually growing louder between them.

The air between them dropped a few degrees with Shouto watching the Pro Hero careful. The child still clutched in his mindlessly crackling hands. Patience was not Dynamight's strong suit nor was tolerance or children or tears or any of the above really. But to Shouto surprise, the bomb user remained calm, putting the child down and leaving her to him with a few words before blasting off into the air after the Villain.

The sky lit into a firework show of smoke and amber. A heavy blanket of ammonia coated the evening air. Through their connected intercoms, Shouto could hear Chargebolt and the other Heroes pleading with him to get Dynamight to reel back his attacks, wondering what's up with the sudden anger and overkill attacks were coming from. Vaguely, Shouto wondered how many from their high school class had been brought together for today's mishap of a mission and when was the last time so many of their schedules aligned to get together.

"I promise I'll stop him before he crosses the line." Shouto said instead, taking on the instant backlash from HQ.

"What happened out there?" The one phrase was enough for those close enough to know that something went wrong. Gravely so. And their one phrase was enough to shush the whole interconnected network. Every Hero hanging onto the very next phrase to cut through the static buzz in their ears.

Shouto gritted his teeth and clenched his fist tighter. Why was it that they were meeting together like this through work versus at dinner with drinks on a day off?

It was then in silence of the line that the more muffled noises of the background came through, clearer with every second. The tired pants of the heroes on scene, the zaps of the half broken lights, and crumbling of the debris as it came unhinged. And finally the small hiccupping cry of the one civilian failed to be evacuated on time.

Shouto jolted, turning towards the small child now holding onto his hand. Tears still blurring her vision and snot running down her face. The same hiccupping cries now pouring out of her mouth in waves, louder than ever before.

"Stardust… Stardust was…"

The line grew heavy in silence until the only noise was the muffled cries of the small patient asking for the hero that was nowhere in sight.

In one of the training grounds of UA high school, an explosion blew the dirt on the ground into the air, decreasing visibility around the small groups of four. Sparring practice was today's objective and so far, it had gone on without a hitch. Nothing outside of the everyday normal. The smoke cloud a result of Bakugou's usual explosion, catching at least one person in it.

"You coming out of there or we going in, Ponytail? You can't hide in there forever!" Bakugou taunted and despite the urge to call her out for using his smoke screen as a tool to her advantage, he knew it was a good tactic. Which only fuel to anger him even more that she was selected to play the Villain on the three vs one fight simulation. It meant that Aizawa-sensei had deemed her fit to handle three of them.

But smoke screen worked for both teams. The Hero team leaped into, banking on their numbers.

Instincts kicked in and despite the haze and zero visibility from first the blinding light to now the smoke, Stardust was able to parry the attacks easily, throwing opponent after opponent out of range. She had counted three of them in total. One stronger than the others, but all three oddly docile for villainy.

"Are you a fucking coward?"

Ultramarine eyes widened and the lapis lazuli details became ever present—a rare phenomenon that happens whenever she get excited. "Katsuki!" She called, whipping her head towards the sound she recognized anywhere.

Where ash blond and crimson should have been, Hiyori was met with nothing as the smoke cleared away. A head below her gaze, an exploding fist smashed into her ribs, twisting as it landed.

Stardust fell against one knee, a hand pressed against her weakened side. "T-That was a lot lighter of a hit than I expected, honestly." She huffed between pants. "Especially after that stunt. Guess we're lucky that Shouto's theory was… off…?"

Hiyori blinked at the familiar ash blond hair and seething crimson eyes adorned in not his hero costume but a blue UA gym uniform. She rubbed at eyes as if wiping her vision, but it only made clearer the image of a smaller and younger Katsuki with his mouth pulled into an unflattering sneer.

Hiyori zeroed in on the cracks sounding from his palms and the slight rise in temperature as the young Katsuki neared. "I fucking dare you to say that again! I'll dial up the heat to eleven and see if you can still call it weak!"

She ignored him, turning around to take in her surroundings. Then the 'villains' I threw around earlier are… Just like she expected, other Class 1-A students. Or 2-A given their appearances.

What is going on?

Questions swarmed through mind. Was she dead? No, Katsuki's attack hurt. Did she teleport to the past? But there was no sign of a mini her running around. "Hey, what is Tōyō Hiyori's Quirk?" A parallel universe seemed unlikely as a confused Mina confirmed both her existence and the same Quirk ability. She caught her reflection in one of the windows of the life size replica of a nearby town. The scar on her cheek from her Pro Hero days still there. She looked exactly the same as she did this morning.

They knew nothing about the Villain's Quirk. Unfortunately, he wasn't a blabber mouth nor was it obvious from the way he used it. Shouto's hypothesis wasn't that those hit by the white blob would die. His observation was that living objects disappears upon contact. Who knows where they disappear to. It wasn't entirely impossible that it was a time manipulation Quirk of some sort.

"Deku!" Said boy jumped at the sudden beck. If there was one person who knew most about Quirks, then it was the nerd with an encyclopedia for a brain.

"Don't fucking ignore me!"

A blast set off in her peripherals and a smile blossomed on her face unconditionally as her lover—or a younger version of him—came into view. Her gloved fingers slotted against, Quirk activated, dissembling the bombs created from Bakugou's palms with her own palm out of old habit. Crimson eyes widened in shock and ultramarine ones followed suit.

The two shot apart as an extra-large explosion rocked the whole gymnasium.

"Tōyō! Are you alri… who are you?"

The explosion drew the attention of the whole class with each team's sparring round on pause and then officially over by the resulting question. An uncomfortable silence blanketing them as they all waited for the stranger to respond, stances ready to attack should the stranger turns out to be from the League of Villain. It wouldn't be the first time they interrupted one of their classes. All of them except for Bakugou who kept his focus on his hands instead.

The motion familiar to something Tōyō often did, being the only one able to physically nullify his explosion even though she wasn't able to do anything to calm down his foul mouth or temperament. Something that he took pride in. Though the mere fact that she could disable his explosions alone was enough for the staff and his class to elect her as the one best suited to handle him. A task that she took upon doing earnestly despite complaining about it all the time.

He shook his head, glaring up at the rare blue. "Who the fuck are you and why the hell do you have the same Quirk as that Shitty Tamer?"

The class turned to stare shocked at the bomb that Bakugou casually dropped with his second question.

Quirk: Atomizer was a rare oddity. One not passed down generation after generation via hereditary means. Rather developed through genetic mutation. The chances of having two different mutation equating to a carbon copy of each other was practically impossible.

There had to be a more likely answer.

Or so was what Midoriya's thought as he stared up at the intruder. He admitted that something of the stranger struck him as familiar. From the milky white hair to the lapis blue eyes to the design of the Hero costume... "T-Tōyō?" He stuttered, thinking out loud.

The class shifted their attention towards him, ignoring his embarrassment, and flipping towards the familiar stranger who only smiled softly in confirmation.

"How the fuck did you get to that conclusion, Shitty Nerd?!" Bakugou exploded, smashing a fist against Midoriya's head and the younger of the two apologize immediately. "When did Ponytail start looking like that?"

At the mention of the Tōyō's adult features, Mintea drooled, nodding his approval profusely, while Kaminari smirked and Kirshima looked bashful.

"Bakugou, release Midoriya at once. He can't deliver his explanation with you shaking him like that. Your explosions also make it difficult to hear him." Iida intervened, trying to clam the situation. The rest of the class voicing for their desire on an explanation through their eyes and Bakugou groaned, releasing Deku with one final bang to the face.

The sight brought a smile to Hiyori's eyes. Spending time together like this with everyone was so much easier back then and man, did they take that for granted. Noticing a stare, Hiyori turned towards the only other fully licensed Hero in the room. "Aizawa-sensei," she greeted, wondering how long ago did he activate his Quirk on her. It must had been some time, judging from the signs of strain already there.

She raised up one blooded and singed hand as a sign of good faith while she slowly fished out her Pro Hero license as she came up to the teacher. The photo image a splitting image of her and the details exactly as what she had Tōyō Hiyori had written down ten years ago for her provincial hero license.

Real Name: Tōyō Hiyori

Hero Name: Stardust

Quirk: Atomizer

Agency: Solar Agency

The only major difference was the license issuing date.

The issue date was from the future.

"Katsuki, you missed a spot!" Hiyori cooed, rolling on her stomach to watch her cute lover—or unknowing lover—clean up the dorm.

"Shut it, Ponytail!" She laughed when the other exploded, completely unaffected by the volume and threat in his eyes. "Why are here anyway? Don't you have better things to fucking do than be a fucking waste?"

"Actually, no."

He stopped to stare at her, and she wondered if it was the honesty or the answer that surprised him. He didn't insinuate any more and Hiyori didn't poke for more either and the conversation dropped thereafter.

There was nothing she could do now anyway. Hiyori squirmed onto her back, letting the murmuring expletives carry her. Although it wasn't the Katsuki from her timeline, she let herself indulge in their shared time together. He wouldn't get jealous of himself, would he? She mused for a moment, before a frown settled between her brows.

That is if she could get any moment to relax.

After her meeting with the UA staff and explaining the situation. It was decided that Hiyori was to remain hidden to avoid interfering with the timeline while her time fixes the situation. The process was simple: she waits for HQ to get the Quirk ability out of the Villain in her time and she could be on her merry way. In the meantime, she was on house arrest in the dormitory where Hiyori of this time resided to avoid accidentally disrupting anything.

There was only one issue with that plan. She hadn't exactly mentioned was the fact that she was dating one of her old classmates. It wasn't a big issue as long as the time she spent here wasn't excessive plus she wasn't sure if mentioning that would be disrupting with the timelines already. It wasn't that she doubted Dynamight in capturing the Villain. No. The issue was how bad did he pulverized the criminal. Probably, a hair from death would be her guess given how long she's been here already.

He's probably in a coma. She concluded. A fact that she didn't know if it was unheroic of her to feel warmth that Katsuki would go do far to avenge her like that. Part of her—the more rational part—knew that she should probably scold him for such behaviours when she get back. It would ding him from being Number 1.

"What can I do for you?" Ultramarine met Crimson. His angry face looked the same regardless of the time period. A look that she much prefer to the one he last have her. If only he knew that his temper would be prolonging his suffering.

"You can fucking move. I'm vacuuming the couch." He raised the equipment as if it helped.

Her eyes twinkled mischievously and his darkened in irritation. "Eh? But I'm lying here."

"Move before I suck up your ponytail."

"Technically, its a braid." One that you've fastened for me. She added silently, remembering the concentration on his face when he swore at her to sit still while he tied her hair for her. It was a sudden request, spurred probably by some dumb thing Kirishima had said as a joke. It took him about two and a half hours to finish and the mess of it pissed him off enough that he almost burned off her hair immediately after. He tried again the following days until he was able to manage it in under a minute.

"It's going in the vacuum either way."

She pouted as the plastic mouth neared her. "I'll be upset."

She had expected an angry "Then get the fuck out of the way" but it never came.

"What are you actually here for?" She asked when it didn't come. Pulling herself up into a seating position, Hiyori patted the spot next to her. "We both know that it's not your turn for chores yet. You forget I lived here too." She supplied at the question on his face.

Lived. Past tense. A slight in her habits, most likely unintentional seeing as how she hasn't noticed it or maybe she had, but didn't bother correcting it. "So, you're like, what, from the future?"

Even if no one told them exactly, they all had their guesses. Between Deku's theories and Yaoyorozu's mind, it wasn't difficult to come up with an idea of their own. Especially with the order to limit contact with her. Hiyori noticed the several other heads peaking around the corner and she silently apologizes to their teachers. Gosh, were they absolutely horrid at abiding by rules.

"Why would you think that?"

"Deku says you're the Shitty Tamer." He grumbled into his palm and Hiyori mirrored his position, grinning into hers. He's sulking.

"What do you think? Am I better at nullifying your blasts?"

"The Shitty Tamer is better."

That was news. To think that he thought of her so highly from back then. Should be insulted? If so, then why did she feel a bit smug?

"You can't control shit. Your palm got burnt. That's why you haven't taken off that glove, right?" Maybe she shouldn't have changed. It would have looked less suspicious then. But she was covered in dirt and sweat from the morning's rescue.

"Are you going to treat it for me?" She held out her hand for him, fingers spread wide and waving. Her lips turned up and her eyes turned into slits at the revolt on his face. She should probably stop teasing him as much in case he ends up hating her. The temptation was strong though, when was she ever going to see Katsuki so young and cute again?

Then it hit her. His wording. He said 'control' like he knew that she had stopped her Quirk. "You didn't think it was Aizawa-sensei who erased my Quirk at the time?"

"I was in the way. He couldn't fucking see you, much less cancel your ability without undoing mine and my Quirk was fucking awesome!"

Hiyori stared at her gloved hands. Her naked left toying with the fabric covering her fingers on her right. Katsuki's words dawning on her in waves now.

She was better at controlling her Quirk then.

"Hey, did I—did the Tōyō Hiyori from here ever hold your hand?"

"The fuck kind of question is that? Are you a fucking pervert?" Bakugou jerked back, eyes narrowed more than before and small explosions setting off in his palms.

"Ah, no, I mean when she Atomizes your blasts." She interlocked her fingers to demonstrate, slotting bare ones against clothed ones. "Does she ever press her palm against yours like so?" She melded her hands together, open palm touching open palm. Her gloves were specially engineered to be open only at two locations: the finger pads and palms. It allowed her more accuracy at what she wanted to Atomize.

The tops of his ears tinted red as he realized what she meant. "Fucking communicate properly next time." He muttered under his breath, as he plopped back into his seat, hands stuffed into pockets.

You should be the last person to talk about proper communication. Hiyori thought silently.

He ran a hand through his spiky hair, tousling it. He groaned and kicked at the table. "Course she fucking did! Every fucking time! That Shitty Tamer does it every time with no disregard to the nitroglycerin I been building up!"

The world seemed to slow, sounds becoming warped, stretched, and muffled. How was it that Bakugou Katsuki was alive and well right now and not changed into stardust? Atomize reduces indiscriminately regardless whether the object was the intended target or not. Regardless of whether the object was non-living or living. Atomize required the user to be very cognizant and aware of exactly what they were touching and when to activate and deactivate. Such a split-second switch of it from diffusing Katsuki's blasts as soon as they're created so they don't harm her to turning it off so she doesn't accidental scatter Katsuki dust everywhere was beyond what she should have been capable of doing at the time. Was it because she hadn't fully understood the composition of a human's body yet at the time? But could she say she truly understood the mysterious of the human body fully even now? She couldn't. There was so much science had yet to discover.

Yet she had fucked up. Sometime between now and the time she came from, she had fucked up and fucked up gravely.

But… she never did before?

"Where do you think Tōyō-chan went?"

Hiyori turned towards the high schoolers. "I'm right here." She answered after pulling a fork out of her mouth. "Anyone wants pancakes? They're strawberry and black licorice flavoured." She offered, completely unaffected by the group's collective disgusted groan.

"Yep, there's no denying it now. No one else eats such strange combination but Tōyō-chan." Kaminari said, winking at the older woman upside down.

She sat down next to his sprawled out body, leaning over to offer him a bite. His eyes darted immediately to the prominent curves of her side and the exposed skin of that her old clothes couldn't quite cover being a shy small on her now. Heat rushed towards his face and he rolled away immediately, tucking himself into a ball on the other side of the couch.

"You're loss." She shrugged, plopping the bite into her mouth and chewing happily.

"C-can you do that again… but with honey… and lots of honey?" Mineta asked between pants, pulling up beside her suddenly. Kyouka was quick to poke him in the eyes with her earphone jacks while Tsuyu slapped him away with her tongue.

Yaoyorozu draped a towel around Hiyori's shoulders and offered, "Should I make some clothes for you with my Quirk since you can't go out shopping?"

"But that wouldn't be good for the economy." Hiyori joined in, adding to the words that she knew Momo would say by heart. Yaoyorozu blinked at her surprised at the shared vision, and then smiled warmly in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. If I really need to, I can Atomize and Reconstruct the clothes to fit better." Though I'm pretty sure the me of this time would be annoyed when all her clothes becomes suddenly too big. "I'm not going to be here long anyway."

"That's what you've been saying. It's been days already."

"Three only."

"That's practically a week!"

"I thought you'd be more excited that I'm here." They been fighting over who gets to spar with her—a Pro—at ever possible moment. Her schedule was more packed now than in her own time.

"We are, but we can't ask you anything. Do you know how painful that is? Look at Deku! He looks like he's about to blow up from all his conspiracy theories!" That she could agree on. She gave the poor boy an apologetic grin when their eyes met.

"You said Reconstruct. Tōyō, uh, not you Tōyō but, uh, our time Tōyō only ever mentioned Atomize." Deku started and Hiyori paled. She knows where this was going. She got up to stop the boy but it seems that in the last few days he also learned how to read her actions better because he spit the thought out as quick as he could before she could stop him. "DoesthatmeanyougotanotherQuirkinthefuture? DidAtomizeevolvandtheevolutioniscalledReconstruct?"

The group stared at the fanboy, confusion on their faces at the blur of a sentence. Iida was the first to recover, telling Midoriya that no one could understand him if he didn't breath in between his words. Iida then instructed him to repeat. Midoriya looked like he just might.

"Um, what was the question you were all talking about earlier about when I walked in?" Hiyori pivoted quickly. She had forgotten she hadn't awoken Reconstruct yet.

"Oh, that. Deku was saying that instead of coming from a parallel universe. Maybe the Quirk you were hit with was a time swap one." Hiyori flinched. Izuku, your theories are scarily accurate and while I normally love them for that. I really don't like them right now. They were getting closer and closer to the truth.

The Heroes in-training were eerily quick to accept and adopt to their new situation. They had no trouble with Hiyori's presence at the dorm or her adult-like appearance. They welcomed her in almost instantly accepting her as Tōyō Hiyori after Deku's spiel in the gym. Just different from the Tōyō Hiyori they were used to seeing. Older.

"What makes you say that, Izuku-kun?" Said boy flinched at the name, parts since he wasn't used to Tōyō calling him that, and parts from the grimness behind the smile she shot him.

"B-Because our Tōyō—I mean, the Tōyō from this time. Not saying that you belong to me or us or, I mean Tōyō—"

"We get it! Stop wasting our fucking time by getting flustered and explaining what you mean each time!" Bakugou snapped. "Or use fucking names."

"I am using names! But they have the same names!"

"Oh, how about nicknames!" Ashida suggested, looking far too eager.

"Do you have some shit in your ears. That's exactly what I said. You're Ponytail, got it?"

Hiyori quirked a brow at the finger jabbed in her direction. "Technically, it's a braid."

"Or would you prefer Shittier Tamer."

Hiyori crossed her arms, "Well, aren't you rude."

"Who are you calling rude, you wannabe piece—"

"I say we call her Tōyō-nee-chan or Tōyō-nee since she's Tōyō but older!" Ashida Mina exclaimed, shoving a ranting Bakugou out of the way. Sounds of agreement sounded between at the sensible suggestion. The whole class paying no mind to the cursing anger management troubled child in the back.

"Call me whatever you want." Hiyori shrugged when they looked at her.

"Shittier Ta—"

"Yay! Tōyō-nee and Tōyō then!" The girls shouted, drowning out and shoving Bakugou out of the way. Hiyori couldn't help smiled at their excitement.

"Ever since Tōyō-nee popped up, no one has seen Tōyō." Midoriya started and the group grew somber. While they all noticed it to some degree, no one had really stated the fact out loud until now. "If Tōyō-nee was really from a different universe to ours, then she wouldn't necessarily have the same Quirk or be in the same class as us, or maybe the class composition is different than ours. All could be possible, but Tōyō-nee has the exact same Quirk, knows everyone. Even knows where all Tōyō keeps all the stuff she needs. So it has me thinking that maybe the Quirk accident is a time swap one and Tōyō-nee and Tōyō swapped places in time."

Hiyori blinked. The logic was sound, and honestly that would explain why she hadn't seen mini-her in all her time here. Tōyō was only ever gone from campus so long when she was on Work Study or doing internships.

"Am I right?" She blinked again, realizing the many pair of wide eyes watching her for a confirmation.

She inhaled deeply. "Who knows," She shrugged, and the group slumped against the couches.

"Hey, what's the future like?"

"Did I make it? Am I a Pro Hero?"

"Who's currently ranked Number 1?"

"Do I get a girlfriend?"

It was unanimous. Tōyō-nee came from the future. Which mean that she was an answer bank to all their questions and concerns about the future. That was how Hiyori spent the last few hours avoiding the students and their pestering questions of the future that she didn't—couldn't—answer.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Ponytail? Your room is across the hall." Bakugou said after recovering from his split-second shock. "Why the hell are you more surprised than me? You didn't even fucking knock before coming in! What the hell were your parents teaching you for manners?"

Habits. Old ones from when they used to have secret rendezvous in each other's room. At first to chat, but as their feelings started and their relationship developed, they met up more often until it became almost second nature to end up in the wrong room. But that was years ago when Hiyori and Katsuki didn't live together yet; and months later before their first chat alone in the room. The habit shouldn't exit anymore or technically, yet. Guess, old habits does die hard.

"My room will be the first place they go to." Hiyori said, sliding down the wall instead of excusing herself back out. She tilted her head, lip curving on one side to shot the other a cocky grin the way she knows he likes. "Besides, no one in their right mind would dare to barge in here. Not without getting blasted."

He crossed his arms, biceps ripping. "What does that make you, Ponytail?"

She matched his smug look. "You tell me. Fearless or reckless."

His right hand singed and the smell of ammonia filled the room. "Makes you dumb."

He had expected a retort then. Tōyō Hiyori was feisty despite the vibe her looks gives off at first. In battle, she was beast. Bakugou knew that best from all the explosions of his she claimed. Tōyō Hiyori was not like the Tōyō Hiyori before him. Silent, brooding, and hesitant. "Aren't you going to ask me anything?" Sparks frizzled and he clenched his fist, teeth grinding in together at the expression on her face.

"As if! I don't need some stupid fortune stories to tell me what I already fucking know!" He snapped, freezing at the soft look on her face for a moment. The frizzles erupted into a loud bang and in the next moment his boot slammed next to her face.

"Is adulting that fucking hard?"

Hiyori flinched at the muttered words, blue eyes widening more at the atypical look on his face. Her throat tightened. W-Why was he wearing that face?

"Your body is covered in fucking scars and wounds." Her gaze dropped towards her exposed skin. The faint scarring crisscrossing in sporadic spots. Scars came with the territory. An occupational hazard that any Pro Hero worth their dirt knew before signing up. She supposed to the them know, scars were rare. "You've overused your Quirk."

Her hand went towards her waist, hiding the small hexagonal rips in her skin. She didn't think he'd noticed. Or more importantly knew. Had she already told him about it at this time? Did it came up before?

"The fuck are you doing over there? You better not be pulling the same shit you did here! Give up your fucking Hero License if you damn are!"

Ah. That's right. The Tōyō of this time had recently stopped toying with the blacker than gray area thanks to Bakugou beating some sense into her after finding out what her "part time job" really was. He was livid when found out and she got into some serious trouble then too with the administration. Honestly, everything blew up much bigger than Tōyō would have liked. But it was a good wake up call that made her the Pro Hero who claimed spot seven.

He wore the same look back then when he found out as he was now. If memories served, he found out because of an injury. The damn brat was really observant even before.

Hiyori pondered if she would have woken up on the other side of that accident that day if it wasn't for Bakugou. If she had been the perpetrator rather than the Hero on site that day… what would have happened? Would they have lost as much as they did because her Quirk went haywire after being drugged? Or would she have been indifferent to such damage, used to using her Quirk like that when pushed came to shove?

A cool bag smashed against her face suddenly and the female stared up quizzically at the boy. She hadn't even noticed that he had unrooted his boot from trapping her against the door. "Eat it! Jelly shit makes you heal faster."

Hiyori stared at the jelly energy drink in her hands and she couldn't help the bubbling laugh from filling the room and drowning out Bakugou's muttering complaints about a shitty tamer trying to play hero when she can't even save herself.

"Stop your creepy laughter before I—the fuck? W-what the hell are you crying about? The throw wasn't even that hard!" He stuttered back, awkward, and completely unsure what to do. Tōyō Hiyori at aged seventeen was a reserved person with only two emotions: happy and nonchalant. Anything more than that was beyond Bakugou's realm of expertise.

Hiyori waved him off, wiping at the tears. "No, but you didn't hold back either." She said with a chuckle.

Bakugou relaxed. Finally a proper, real smile was on her face. "I don't hold back ever. I give my all to every shit I do." He jerked his head to the side, red twinge on the tops of his ears. "…have confidence. You gotta have confidence to go after what you fucking want. Don't half-ass shit! People get hurt when things are half-assed!" He glared at her burnt hand.

She hummed, agreeing with that, resting her chin on her knee. She played with her hand, fully aware the other had called her out on it just now. Was that really it? Confidence. Tōyō Hiyori of this time had confidence that she would never scatter Bakugou. Did she think she would now? She let her heavy eyelids to rest. A feeling of sudden defeat overwhelming her. "To think I'd lose to you even now. Gosh, that's definitely a wake up call." She commented and the other turned back to her snapping.

"Of course you'd lose to me! I'm going to be number 1. That means I can't lose to anyone! Now eat your damn medicine!"

"And if I don't?" She tilted her head and held the drink out to him. The cap dangling between her fingers precariously. "Will you feed it to me?"

Her eyes turned into crescents when the boy profusely exploded. "I'll fucking kill you! I'll fucking kill you too if you give me that damn self-depreciating smug look."

"Self-depreciation?" She quirked a brow. Was he taking her teasing as…

"Looking as if you want to fucking rile me into beating you up! I can't even be satisfied if I hit you then! God damn it! Fucking masochist!"

She hid her laughter behind smiled at the threat. The tips of ears as red as his face. The smell of ammonia dangerously heavy in the room.

Bakugou shining in her eyes even then.

"Did something happen? Why are you blowing up your own room, Kaachan?" Midoriya asked, eyeing the fuming blond and his room in concern. The door had just blown off its hinges, barely missing taking Midoriya out on its way.

"Omg, Tōyō!" He screamed, spotting the young female curled up, unconscious on the ground. "What did you do, Kaachan?" He accused and the future Pro Hero raised his hissing hands.

"I didn't do shit! She fucking ran before I could." Bakugou hissed and it took Midoriya a moment to realize that he was talking about Tōyō-nee and that the Tōyō in his arms was from their time.

He lips tugged up into a smirk. He smacked his head against the threshold, crossed arms flexing in an attempt to control himself. "Are we into roleplaying now?" He asked, eying the curves of his girlfriend in the sunlight streaming through the hospital windows. Their old UA uniform coming a tab too short and too tight for regulations.

Hiyori turned at the voice, seeing double—the young and matured. Gosh, did her face hurt from smiling. "Hi to you too, Babe." She laughed, palms pressing against his biceps wrapped around her. "Did you miss me?"

"Don't you dare pull that shit again!" He muttered into her stomach and Hiyori wrapped her arms around his head, leaning down to press an apology to his crown. "Atomize next time."

"Yeah," she whispered, and the male stiffened, snapping his head up and knocking their foreheads together. "T-That hurts! God damn, just how much more crazy strength did you get over the years." She hissed, massaging her forehead.

"Y-You said 'Yeah'…" Bakugou breathed, voice barely above a whisper as if scared that he was mistaken.

"Yeah, I said 'yeah', so what?" Came her muffled reply, trying to pull her nose back out of her face.

"You refused to use Atomize on anything living since that day. Including yourself." He had seen the dread and guilt on her face when she woke up after the drug wore off and she witness fully what her Quirk had done.

Her eyes softened, "You realized," Damn observant bastard. "But not anymore." She huffed, fists pumped and ready. "A pesky foul-mouthed Pomeranian beat some sense into me." She supplied, knocking one fist against her head and plopping the other against the fluff of Katsuki's hair.

His arms tightened considerably around her waist, bangs erupting from behind her. "Who the fuck is this soon-to-died brat that was dumb enough to touch what's mine?" He hissed, looking more than ready to kill the person.

Hiyori burst into laughter at that, shocking the other into a stupor. To think that Katsuki would be jealous of… himself! She just couldn't. It wasn't healthy for her heart. She really been spoiled these last few days. Her heart felt so full. "What am I going to do if I want this all the time?" She pouted, resting her cheek against his head.

Explosions ran left and right. "WANT WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT BASTARD GIVE YOU? IS IT THAT FUCKING DRINK? THE SHIT, YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE JELLY!"


A/N: Been a while since I last written. I think this is the first post since 2018 (wow, been a while. Sorry!) This stemmed from a sudden urge to write something, anything, in the BNHA universe with the feisty Pomeranian. As always, R&R! Love to hear your reviews and thoughts on this quick OneShot and if there's desire for more!

P.S. if case it's not clear. Characters are aged-up at the start and end. Think in their mid-twenties and years after their time in UA.