"Daddy!"

Katsuki bolted upright when a pair of little hands shook his arm, his heart began hammering against his ribcage from his abrupt awakening. He took in the unfamiliar surroundings with tired eyes before blinking rapidly, "What the hell?" he groaned in confusion. Looking around again, he realized he was still in the common room and not his own. "So much for not falling asleep," Katsuki grumbled, dragging a hand down his face and falling back onto the sofa he was just sleeping on. He closed his crimson eyes and took a deep breath, trying to settle his erratic heart rate. The small hands were still wrapped around his bicep lightly, but it didn't feel like an urgent action so he just waited patiently (because Katsuki had the patience of a saint thank you very fucking much) for her to speak up. If she had something to say, he could count on her to say it if being Deku's kid meant anything. God knew he would say it, intentional or not.

"Daddy, I think someone's here," Kana whispered, her tone low and unsure.

Crimson eyes snapped open wide as he flew off the couch before he could even think. This wasn't good. Not fucking good at all. He wasn't fucking ready to put Kana up for a show and tell session with his nosy classmates. Not that she would have a hard time talking, (she would probably have a harder time shutting up but that was beside the point) it was that Katsuki didn't want to be present when they inevitably found out who she was. He could try to play her off as his sister, but that plan could go south for a number of reasons if her calling him daddy was anything to go on. Second, she looked too much like fucking Deku for people to believe that bullshit. Plus fucking Shitty Hair knew for a fact he didn't have a sister.

"Goddamn-" Katsuki tripped over the coffee table and fell backward into another sofa armrest. His foot reflexively kicked the underside of the small table effectively stubbing his toe. "Motherfucker-" he hissed in pain. "Oh, no! Are you okay? I'm sorry, daddy! I didn't mean to startle you. I heard people talking... I know other people live here not just daddy and papa's friends... But they don't sound like papa or daddy's friends." She spoke so fast he barely heard everything she said, but it didn't matter at the moment. He and she both were being too loud. Her rambling and his accidental assault on the coffee table were bound to draw attention to them and attention was the last thing Katsuki wanted. He silently prayed that no one had heard them.

"Hey, did you hear that?" A voice down the hall said.

Fuck you, you shitty god. Go to hell. Give him a fucking break.

He almost threw Kana over his shoulder with how fast he picked her up, completely intent on leaving the common room as fast as he could. She didn't protest in the slightest other than a small "Oof-" and he vaguely wondered if she was used to this. He wasn't rough handling her, but it wasn't it exactly gentle either. Shaking his head to rid himself of the rogue thoughts that weren't helping him get to the safe haven that was his room, Katsuki walked - or rather limped on his throbbing toe -faster praying to any (other) god that would listen that it wasn't Deku who made it back first. He heard the footsteps getting closer, but before he could round the corner out of sight, he knew someone saw him. Fuck!

"Bakugou! You're back already. I was wondering why I didn't see you in the classroom, everyone else was- who's that?" he heard the annoyingly familiar voice of the resident electric clown. Leave it to fucking Kaminari to show up at the perfect time to ruin Katsuki's escape plan. Of course, he could always just keep walking and ignore the idiot and avoid murdering him for walking in at the wrong time, but it wasn't like that wouldn't happen either way when Dunce face predictably followed him.

"That's what that sound was - Is that a kid?" another voice said,

Katsuki turned to glare pointedly at the other blonde boy with a vengeance, not that the idiot knew why he was glaring at him this time - or any time actually, how could he? Kaminari was surprisingly unperturbed by the look he was currently getting. He was probably being used to it after almost three years of knowing him and Katsuki wished for once in his life that the idiot could tell the difference between his usual scowl and a glare that said: Leave me the fuck alone before I kill you. Not that Katsuki didn't always threaten people like that... Well shit.

He didn't even spare a glance at the disgusting grape pervert that was standing next to Dunce Face, and he didn't need to, to know that Mineta wasn't looking at him, but what - or rather who he was holding. Kana was being suspiciously quiet, but Katsuki wasn't going to make her talk. In fact, he was actually grateful she didn't start rambling again. Kana sat up in his arms from where her face had been buried in his neck to look back at the two boys behind her with curiosity. She shrunk into herself as she caught sight of them and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her gaze flickering between the boys and lingering on the creep with an expression Katsuki couldn't decipher.

"None of your fucking business," Katsuki growled lowly before turning on his heels. Now he could act like it was no big deal and hope the idiot had enough sense to shut his mouth, but he knew better than to think that would ever happen. He knew Kaminari enough to know he wasn't going to back down. Some would say that was a great trait for a hero to have, it meant that they were brave and shit. And it was, sure. Just not when it came to Katsuki. When it came to Katsuki and you didn't know when to back down you were either a complete moron or had a serious death wish. But the same difference, right?

"Isn't Uncle Denki your friend?" Kana whispered into his ear, only loud enough for him to hear. Her sudden breath on his ear made him shiver slightly and he shook his head to rid himself of the thought, it wasn't time for him to shy away from the foreign affection. Uncle Denki, huh. Well, that explained the strange look she was giving the grape pervert. She didn't know him. Ha, now that was something he was looking forward to. Never having to see Mineta again after graduation. Fucking Hallelujah. But that also meant he knew Dunce face eleven years in the future, was even close enough that his daughter called him uncle. And okay that didn't sound as bad as he always thought it would. Sue him. "Quiet." He hissed. Kana huffed but stayed quiet as he walked away.

"Hey, where are you going? Who's the little girl?" Kaminari asked again, following him like Katsuki knew he would. The sound of the door clicking open was barely registered over his growing irritation. Why the fuck couldn't these extras ever take a hint? He wanted to be left alone goddamn it. Ugh, who the hell was he kidding? Even if they knew he wanted to be left alone, they still wouldn't have listened to him. Goddamn pushy bastards.

"My room. Where the fuck else?" Katsuki said, his voice more than laced with annoyance. He kept walking towards the elevator, pointedly ignoring their questions about Kana. He was almost around the corner, Kaminari still hot on his heels much to his displeasure, but if he could make it to the elevator without blowing up, it'd be a win-win right? They wouldn't die an earlier death, Kana wouldn't have to see it and Katsuki could have his peace and quiet for a little while longer. It was the perfect plan, right?

Wrong.

"With her? Alone?" Mineta blurted, his voice easily betraying his disbelief and his eyes narrowing. Katsuki turned around and finally looked at the shorter boy for the first time. His frown deepened. He didn't like the tone the creep was using. And it definitely wasn't disbelief that Katsuki was hearing. It was an accusation.

"The fuck that's supposed to mean?" Katsuki growled threateningly. Why the hell did it matter whether he was alone with her in his room or otherwise? She was perfectly fine staying with Katsuki rather than Aizawa-sensei, she even chose to. They were just alone in the common room before these fuckers showed up, it would be no different. And it wasn't as if he wasn't responsible enough to watch her until they found a way to send her back to her time or whatever. He glanced at Kaminari before returning his steely gaze to Mineta, the other blonde boy looked just as confused. The creep had an underlying smugness to his visage that had Katsuki wrinkling his nose in disgust. Whatever act he tried to put on, Katsuki could see through it. And if he thought he was safe from his wrath just because they were in the dorms, he was sadly mistaken. Like that would stop Katsuki from kicking his perverted ass.

"I'm just saying isn't it a little suspicious, you taking her to your room alone after refusing to tell us who she is?" Realization struck Katsuki like a bolt of lightning as he finally understood what Mineta was implying, and it had his blood boiling in pure, unadulterated rage. How fucking dare he?

Katsuki set Kana on the ground gently and patted her head in a reassuring manner before began walking towards Mineta with slow deliberate steps. Smoke rose from his burning hands as sparks began to ignite in his palms. His crimson eyes glowed, a deadly glint shining in the pools of blood-red as he looked the smaller boy straight in the eyes. When he spoke, his voice was low and dripping with poison. "She's fucking four goddamn years old." He said, not screamed or yelled, just said slowly, but anyone listening could tell that if Katsuki was angry and he wasn't shouting that it was bad. Really fucking bad. "Say anything like that again, and I swear to god you won't fucking live long enough to regret it." He didn't understand where the deep-seated will to protect her came from, it wasn't like anything he ever felt before. Never had he felt such a strong need to protect before, not even himself. His body instinctively reacted, something Katsuki was used to when he was fighting, but it was different this time.

Mineta cowered back, tears of fear gathering in the corners of his eyes as the blonde advanced, his palms crackling with mini-explosions now, not just sparks. Kaminari just stood rooted in place, shock or second-hand terror keeping him from stepping between the two or even running. The creep's mouth was moving, but Katsuki couldn't hear a word that was coming out through his white-hot rage, not that he would've cared about what the pervert had to say regardless. He was so fucking dead.

"Hey, Bakubro!" Kirishima said, throwing an arm around his neck, seemingly coming out of nowhere. The explosions immediately stopped as he was snapped out of the rage that had been blinding him. He was shocked, he had been so angry he didn't even notice that someone else had entered the room. Not even someone as loud as Shitty Hair. Katsuki looked at Kirishima's sunny smile that was way too close to his face for comfort, "We missed you in the classroom, finish your internship early?" he asked.

As soon as Katsuki's attention was off of him, Mineta high tailed it out of the common room as fast as he could. Katsuki turned to glare at his retreating form, but Kirishima's free hand locked onto his wrist as if he was holding him back. He probably was. Kirishima's grip on his wrist was the only thing grounding him, stopping him from going after the pervert. He fisted his hands, trying to keep the angry trembling at bay and took a deep breath. That's it, Katsuki. In, out. In, out. He closed his eyes and shook his head once as if he was physically shaking the anger away.

"Uh, what was that about?" Mina asked, jabbing her thumb in the direction that the grape pervert had run for his life. Katsuki tensed slightly and glanced at Kirishima out the corner of his eyes, but he showed no sign that he had seen what that was about. He knew better than to believe that Kirishima stopped him so subtlety if he hadn't known what was going on. Katsuki was grateful that the redhead didn't comment on it. If he had to repeat what was said to set him off, he wasn't sure he could stop himself from going after the creep and murdering him in cold blood.

"Who's the little girl?" Kirishima asked, spotting the girl standing just off to the side exactly where Katsuki had left her and effectively diverting the attention from Mineta.

Katsuki grimaced, he wasn't sure he wanted to see what kind of expression she had on her face after witnessing him lose control like that. Would she be scared? He wouldn't blame her if she was, if he was being honest, he scared himself. Bakugou Katsuki didn't lose control. Ever, not like that.

Katsuki ignored their questions and shook Kirishima's arm off of his shoulders and just as he was about to turn back to Kana he heard a happy squeal. Okay, that was… unexpected, to say the least.

"Uncle Eiji!" She cried happily, launching herself at the confused red head. Her short legs moved as fast as they could underneath the too-long shirt she had on, but she tripped over the hem and began to fall down right at his feet. Kana didn't meet the ground because Kirishima swooped down and caught her easily. "Woah! Slow down, kid." He laughed before picking her up with way more grace than Katsuki had. He looked like a natural, as if he had done it a million times before. He probably had considering all of his younger siblings. He was not even concerned that she just called him uncle in the slightest and Katsuki almost felt like a fool for freaking out, almost. Being called uncle and daddy were two very different things. He was allowed to freak out.

"Uncle Eiji?" Mina echoed.

"I don't know." Kirishima shrugged, but he was still grinning as Kana poked his cheek and giggled.

"I'm Kana Bakugou! Remember me?" She asked him excitedly. Her emerald eyes were shining more than normal as she looked at the red-head, but Katsuki shrugged it off as excitement. Granted she wasn't so excited when she saw Kaminari, but that was probably because the creepy grape fucker was standing with him and she didn't seem to react to strangers very well. She obviously knew his friends well if she was so comfortable around them.

"They don't know you, yet." Katsuki reminded. But then he wrinkled his nose at how soft his voice sounded. What the hell was that?

Kana huffed, pursing her lips which in turn made Kirishima laugh at her pout, and even Katsuki had to admit it was cute - just not out loud.

"Awe! Is Bakugou your big brother? You look like him, but much sweeter." Mina cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. Why did girls always change their voices when talking to children? He got softening their voice, it made sense especially for men, but not to that extent. "I didn't know you had a sister Bakugou." Katsuki blinked. Okay, wow. Maybe his friends were dumber than he thought, which was a disturbing realization.

He watched as Kana's expression morphed into one of confusion as she looked at Raccoon Eyes, "He's not my brother Auntie Mina, he's my daddy!" she said.

"DADDY?!" Kirishima, Mina, and Kaminari - who had just been recovering from shock a moment ago - exclaimed looking at him with wide eyes. He knew the reveal was coming, and now unavoidable, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with it. He glowered at them. They had a talent for making any and everything seem worse than it really was.

"I thought she was your cousin!" Kirishima blurted, looking between the two Bakugou's as if he was comparing them. His gaze lingered longer on her emerald eyes and freckles that he could no doubt see considering how close her face was to his. A spark of recognition flashed across his face and Katsuki made a point of avoiding his eye lest he figure it out that way.

"You have a kid?! At seventeen?!" Kaminari squawked. His eyes bulging as he stared. He looked fucking ridiculous, not that he didn't always look ridiculous; he always kind of looked stupid like that no matter what he was doing.

"Don't be fucking ridiculous." Katsuki barked, glaring at the three idiots. Why the fuck did people keep assuming that? "She's from the future, time travel quirk or some shit." She was four years old; he would've had to have been thirteen for fuck's sake.

"You have a kid!" Kaminari repeated. "How the heck did Bakugou bag a babe with a personality like that? I mean, he has the emotional range of a teaspoon!" he said incredulously.

"Fuck you, too." Katsuki spat. At least I'm not an idiot. He thought, (not even trying to deny the allegation against his emotional range). And he could get a girl if he wanted to - if he was even interested in girls or anyone else for that matter - thank you very much.

"Uncle Denki, what does 'bag a babe' mean?" Kana asked with that cute tilt of her chin, her feature way too innocent to be saying something like that.

"I'm going to kill you." Katsuki snapped, glaring daggers at Kaminari as he lifted a smoking hand towards the blonde. He was going to blow up that discount Pikachu after he wrung his neck. Kaminari jumped away with a small yelp as he tripped over his own foot and fell. He didn't need his so called friends teaching his daughter degrading terms.

"Nothing important." Kirishima said quickly, giving the lightning idiot a disapproving look of his own. "Don't listen to him." Kana pinched both of his cheeks and laughed as if it was the funniest thing she had ever seen and the redhead smiled stupidly in her grasp.

"Okay, Uncle Eiji!" Kana said, releasing his face and hugging him around the neck. Kirishima seemed surprised but grinned at Katsuki who just scowled. He was grateful she had dropped the subject so fast after Shitty Hair told her it didn't matter, but he wasn't going to show it.

"I could get used to this," Kirishima said while hugging Kana back, snuggling his face into her ash-blonde hair.

"Don't," Katsuki growled.

"Who's her mom?" Mina asked with a sly grin, her yellow and black eyes searching his crimson ones as if she would find her answer there.

"Like fuck I'll tell you." She didn't exactly know there wasn't a mother, but it wasn't like he was going to correct her, no way. Fuck that.

"So it's someone we know!" She squealed in excitement.

Katsuki glared harder at her and Kirishima gave him a weird look. How the hell did she read him so well? He was starting to think she was just taking random guesses until she found one that stuck, one that he reacted to. Like hell he was going to let the biggest gossip queen in UA know anything as personal as that before it even happened. Not that he was really worried about her telling anyone. He knew he could trust her not to, but that didn't mean he was just going to tell her his biggest secret just because she wanted to know.

Technically he had two secrets, but they went hand in hand with each other. He was gay, for one. Second, he was in fucking love with his childhood friend who he had bullied through almost their entire childhood. He didn't plan on telling Deku much less Raccoon Eyes, so he had no clue how they ended up together in the future. Or how Deku could ever possibly like him back after everything he put him through. Deku had said he forgave him, but Katsuki sure as hell didn't forgive himself. An apology didn't change that. This Katsuki – the one who had bullied him for thirteen years - didn't deserve to be with him. He didn't deserve Izuku. He didn't deserve to want to be with Izuku.

"Mommy?" Kana asked, pulling her head away from where she was snuggling into Kirishima's neck. "I don't have a mommy. I'm a quirk baby." She said proudly, pumping her fist.

The other two did a double-take as the implications of what being a quirk baby meant settled in, unless maybe, just maybe they were dumb enough to believe he for some reason wanted a kid for some reason without being in committed relationship, but Kirishima seemed to expect it. A grin spread over his face as he looked closely at Kana. "No way! I knew those eyes were familiar! You did it, man!"

Katsuki had done it, just not this one. Kana had to be from another universe entirely – and yeah, he believed there was a multiverse like the closet dork he was. – because Katsuki didn't plan on telling Izuku ever. He couldn't risk the friendship they had finally rebuilt after he destroyed it thirteen years ago. So she couldn't be from his future, but another version of him.

Katsuki couldn't help the darkening in his cheeks, of course, leave it to Shitty Hair to figure out everything he didn't want people to know. "S-shut up!" he barked as he made a swipe at Kirishima who just ducked and walked away with Kana. It pissed him off that he was still feeling the way he was despite knowing he didn't deserve to.

"Oi, where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"We're gonna play! Right, Kana?" He said lifting a giggling Kana above his head.

"Mm!" She agreed while smiling that brighter-than-the-sun smile. Kaminari followed after them happily like a kid as they started jumping on all the furniture in the common room. She had that same sweet energy as Deku when she was happy.

"Oh, my god! It's Midoriya isn't it?" Mina squealed just loud enough for Katsuki to hear. He blushed again and stomped past the pinkette, of fucking course she picked up on that too, being the bloodhound she was.

He rolled his eyes and started to follow Kirishima who was practically skipping to the lobby now yelling "Guys! I'm going to be an uncle!" to whatever poor souls that just entered the dorm.

"Way to go, Blasty! You sure know how to pick 'em. Midoriya's cute!" Katsuki blushed again, his face betraying him. He should've known better than to think they wouldn't find out. He turned the corner quickly to avoid looking at Ashido now that she knew. He had been afraid of their reaction, despite Kirishima telling him that none of their friends would judge him because of his sexuality, but it seemed he was wrong. If anything, she was happy for some reason. Why? He didn't know. What he did know was, maybe it wasn't so bad if his closest friends knew. The public was a different story entirely. He wasn't inclined to find out what they thought about his sexuality once he became a pro hero. It was none of their damn business, but it would affect his career if the media ever found out. It could backfire on him and Deku, which was another reason why he decided he wouldn't let said boy find out. He couldn't drag Izuku down with him.

He looked up and away from the ground just in time to see Kirishima run into an invisible force – or girl – and start to fall over Kaminari. Kana – who was being held over his head pretending to be an airplane – had slipped out of his hands, sailing straight towards the ground.

Panic hit Katsuki like a train.

Kana seemed to fall toward the ground in slow motion, her emerald eyes wide as she realized what was happening. She has her arms crossed over her face for protection from the hard floor. Kirishima had lost his grip on her waist, but as his hands reached, reached- it still wasn't enough. He wouldn't get to her before she collided with the ground. Heat blossomed in Katsuki's hands as he began to ignite the nitroglycerin sweat on his palms, intent on using his explosions to boost him faster than he could have gone on his own. Closer, he needed to get closer. He needed to go faster. Faster goddamn it!

But it wasn't fast enough.

He wouldn't reach her.

He wasn't even close.

Green lightning flashed in his eyes and time sped up again. Kirishima and Kaminari were sprawled across the floor, their arms outstretched in the direction they had been reaching for Kana and their hands empty. They didn't reach her. Katsuki could've sworn his heart stopped completely, then it returned full force, slamming into his ribcage as his eyes flickered to the left. Deku was standing there cradling Kana to his chest protectively, fully clad in his hero costume, looking like a real Hero. The sight would've made Katsuki drool in any other circumstance.

She was safe. Relief washed over Katsuki, but it was almost immediately ripped away as his brain registered what would inevitably happen next and he froze in place. It was over. There was no way he would be able to keep his secret now. She would call him papa and introduce herself like she had the past two times and he would be exposed.

"Hey, are you two, okay?" Deku asked as the two boys frantically scrambled off each other and started apologizing. Deku shrugged them off politely to look at Kana. "That was a close one, I thought I wouldn't get to you in time!" He said with a sheepish grin as he set her on the ground and kneeled in front of her. "You're not hurt are you?" Kana blinked at him as tears gathered in her eyes. Deku's eyes went wide in confusion as he waved his hands around frantically, obviously not sure what to do. "Ah, I'm sorry! Did I scare you? I mean, I did come out of nowhere so It's understandable, I'm so sorry – Please don't cry!"

Katsuki made eye contact with Kirishima, who looked almost devastated and apologetic for being so reckless while playing with Kana, but Katsuki couldn't decide whether he was pissed at the redhead for that almost accident or relieved she didn't get hurt. His eyes shot to Deku again and he waited for the inevitable. Goddamn it, he really shouldn't have fallen asleep in the common room. Maybe if he didn't he could've avoided all the drama. What did Katsuki ever do to deserve this?

On second thought, don't answer that.

"P- Deku!" She wailed.

Wait, what the fuck?