Unfolding Time
Chapter One – Strange Occurrences

Summary – Since becoming third years at U.A. things have quieted down. That is until a strange child appears on campus and Ochaco and Katsuki find themselves caught in a time Quirk that sends them to the past and future. The two learn more about one another than they ever anticipated as they try to find their way back home to each other.

"We're gonna be late," Ochaco murmured, her lips parting from Katsuki's as she shifted uncomfortably within the small closet. Her back was pressed against the door, her left leg hiked up around the explosive blonde's waist as an anchor. "Why couldn't we have done this back at the dorms?"

Katsuki dipped his head down, caressing the nape of her neck with his tongue, gaining him a pleasurable moan from her that he loved so much. "We still have five minutes," he stated, breathing in her scent. "And if we messed around in the dorms, we would have been late. More so."

Ochaco grabbed his face between her hands suddenly and forced him to look at her, her eyebrows sewn together in annoyance. "Katsuki, you said we have five minutes five minutes ago."

"Hah? No I fucking didn't."

"Unbelievable." She snaked her hand around his waist, letting her fingertips trace over the bulk of his muscle as she moved lower until she felt the familiar outline of his cellphone. Her lips creased into a playful smirk, watching as he relished in her touch…right up until she grabbed his phone and pulled away from him, leaving him yearning.

"Oi, that's playing fucking dirty," he hissed.

Ochaco stuck her tongue out at him and lit up the screen, her face suddenly blanching. "Crap!"

"What? What's wrong?" he asked, panic rising in his voice. He snatched the phone as she worked to untangle herself from him and when he saw the time being eight twenty, he began moving as quickly as she was to get out of the closet. "Fuck! How the hell are we twenty fucking minutes late?"

"Oh, I don't, maybe because you kept saying we had five minutes!" she snapped, glaring at him. She cracked the door open and peeked out, making sure the coast was clear before moving out into the hallway.

Katsuki came out beside her and pinched her cheeks, returning her glare. "Don't pin it all on me. You didn't exactly complain or have a sense of fucking urgency either."

He had her on that. She had been too caught up by his wandering hands to take notice of the time. "Next time I'm keeping track of time."

"Fine, whatever. Just fucking run, Aizawa is going to have our damn heads for this," he hissed, yet despite their dilemma, his lips curled into an amused smirked, catching the gravity hero off guard.

She glanced at him from the side, her eyes narrowing into another glare. "What's so funny?"

"You're adorable when you get flustered," he admitted, and sped up to pass her.

"Katsuki! Don't just say things like that when we're about to go to class!" she cried, her face flushing as bright as a Christmas tree. They had made their way from the small closet near the front of the school and down the main hallway toward their homeroom class. As they entered, all eyes turned to them and a slew of whispers erupted, causing Ochaco's face to deepen in color.

Aizawa cleared his throat uncomfortably and crossed his arms, his face contorted with disapproval. "Nice of you two to join us," he said flatly. "I hope the need to be in class didn't disrupt anything."

Ochaco shook her head quickly and kept her gaze to the floor as she shuffled toward her seat. "Sorry, sir." Katsuki on the other hand said nothing but had the cockiest look on his face, completely unfazed by the looks his classmates shot their way.

Once seated, the gravity hero exhaled her pent breath, though she still couldn't bring herself to look at anyone. She already knew all eyes were on the two. This hadn't been the first time they had been late, but it had been the first time they arrived at the same time and with her face already beat red, which left a lot of questions about what had transpired just moments prior to their arrival.

Mina leaned in, giggling like a giddy child as she elbowed Ochaco in the side. "So, interesting morning, hm?"

"Shut it, Mina," she murmured, letting her head fall against her desk. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh, but you will. If not now, later!"

Ochaco turned her head so that she could face the pink haired girl while still resting her face against her desk. "Why are you so mean to me?"

Mina winked and lifted her chin, giving her best confident smile. "Because you're the one who decided to come in late with your boyfriend wearing the reddest face I've ever seen," she said matter-of-factly. "So of course I want details."

"Alright, enough chatter," Aizawa announced, giving each of his students a stern look.

Despite the hushed classroom, Ochaco found it impossible to focus on anything. For some reason her mind kept reeling. This morning had definitely been a moment that caused embarrassment, but it wasn't the primary thought on her mind. It was more or less why they had decided to meet in a closet. They were all in the first month of their third year at U.A. and busy was an understatement when it came to classes and work-studies. It had become a very rare occasion when she would see her classmates regularly and it was becoming quite the same for her and Katsuki.

This morning had been the first time they had seen each other this week. Katsuki, Todoroki, and Izuku still interned at Endeavors office and the man had been relentless, calling them in for an entire week already. By the time he had returned this morning, they had a short amount of time to reconnect, which mostly involved a steamy make-out session. Unfortunately, everyone was awake and roaming the halls, making it impossible to sneak in one another's dorm room without a slew of comments being thrown their way; hence the meeting in the closet. It hadn't been the most perfect set up, but it didn't matter as long as she got to see her boyfriend.

Ochaco idly tapped her pencil on her notebook, her honeyed eyes reading over the notes she had prepared the night before. Since class 1-A had been such an unruly bunch, the school had decided to keep Aizawa as their homeroom teacher, believing that it was for the best both for him and the students. She had no complaints. They had all learned a lot from Aizawa and she was quite certain that any other teacher wouldn't have been able to put up with what this particular set of students had to offer.

It was just so strange seeing everything as it was when she first started school here, yet everything had changed in it's own way.

She sighed and leaned back, her gaze rising to catch Katsuki looking back at her, his eyebrows quirked up in question. She gave him a short wave and smile, realizing that her thoughts must have made her look way too serious while sitting at her desk. He had rolled his eyes at her, but couldn't keep the smirk from appearing on his lips as he looked back around to face the front.

Izuku was beside her, mumbling incoherently as he scribbled down notes furiously. That was another thing that had changed that no one fully saw coming, was Katsuki and Izuku's relationship. The two still instilled the fierce competition to one up each other, but now they had been through so much that they actually resembled something of a friendship. It had become a relief to see, no longer feeling torn between someone she loved and her friends. Things had merged quite strangely.

"Deku, what are you working on?" Ochaco whispered, leaning over to catch a peek at his notebook. He had been writing so quickly his handwriting was practically it's own language.

Izuku became silent, his head popping up to look at her. "Oh, Uraraka, I was just catching up on some notes. I haven't really had much time to study this past week."

"Endeavor keeps you all pretty busy, doesn't he?"

Izuku laughed nervously and nodded. "Yeah, it's been tough keeping up. In our free time Kacchan has been tutoring me a bit, but you know how that goes sometimes."

Oh, she knew all too well. She had been present during many tutoring sessions that ended with those two boneheads coming up with some sort of competition vs. actually studying. Despite loving Katsuki, Ochaco still found herself studying with Momo on most nights when a test was on the horizon, much to the explosive heroes chagrin.

When the bell rang, Ochaco jumped in surprise, causing Izuku to tilt his head at her. "You look a bit worn yourself, Uraraka. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, smiling and waving her hand dismissively. "I guess I've been mostly caught up in my thoughts today for some reason. I keep reminiscing on how everything had changed since we first started U.A."

"Things have been different since so much happened during our first year," he added, nodding. "Our second year felt like it went by in a blur. After this year we'll all be aiming to get our actual hero licenses, you know?"

Katsuki came sauntering up, his hands shoved into his pockets as he moved to sit at the edge of Ochaco's desk. "What're you two going on about?" he inquired, yawning.

"Just about how much has changed since our first year here," Izuku stated, smiling. "Uraraka has been feeling reminiscent today, it seems."

Katsuki's lips formed his usual cocky smirk as he leaned down, his nose brushing against hers. "That so?"

Ochaco returned his smirk with one of her own before planting a quick kiss on him and standing. "What's it to you?" she challenged. "If I remember correctly, you said reflecting on the past was a waste of time, didn't you?"

"Because it is. We have futures to look forward to and we won't be getting there by fucking daydreaming about what's already happened," he said.

"True, but you can't really deny that the past is relevant to some degree," Izuku stated, shrugging. "Knowing where your origin is can help you reach your final destination."

"Tch, you sound like a damn philosophy book or some shit, Deku." Katsuki jabbed his thumb into his own chest, his smirk broadening. "My final destination will be as the Number One Hero."

Giving his own smirk, Izuku crossed his arms after he flung his backpack over his shoulder. "We'll see about that one, Kacchan."

"You'll be the Number Two Hero, at fucking best!" he snapped, yet his tone held more of the competitive edge than malice as it had in previous years. It made Ochaco smile as she watched them arguing as actual friends now and not as some kind of obstacle to one another.

"We're going to be late to our next class," she announced, glancing at the clock. "You two go ahead, I still have to gather up my things, it'll only take a minute."

"Speaking of late, you two came in twenty minutes late this morning," Izuku teased. He had already begun moving toward the door, having placed a decent amount of distance between him and Katsuki's explosive fist.

"Oi, you wanna fight!? When you get a damn girlfriend you'll have days you're late because you're—"

Ochaco reached up and slapped her hand over Katsuki's mouth, her face lighting up. "Both of you knock it off and go to class!" She dropped her hand to her side, her eyes rolling to the ceiling as she let out an exasperated sigh. "You two, I swear."

"Yeah, yeah…" Katsuki murmured, though he now seemed more focused on her flustered reaction than what Izuku had been going on about. He moved to face her, tilting his head as he captured her lips in a full kiss, taking her off guard. Izuku just laughed to himself as he left the classroom to head to his next class.

Ochaco found herself leaning into him instinctively. Sure they had their reunion make-out session in the closet earlier, but this kiss was different from the physical urgency that had overtaken them. This kiss was soft and blissful, a silent confession of love they rarely displayed in public. It was the confirmation that he had missed her as much as she did him.

When they parted, Ochaco couldn't help the giddy smile from appearing. "We're going to be late again," she murmured against him, laughing softly. "Go on ahead, I'll be there in a minute."

"Alright, Angel. Don't make me have to come back and get you," he warned, before moving toward the door.

As Ochaco gathered up her things, she hummed softly to herself, having been the last one in the classroom. Even Aizawa had left to do something. It felt strange being in the classroom alone, but somehow seeing the sun flicker in, the spring air coming in through the window, it all made her feel untethered by the urgency needed to get to her next class.

But as she slung her bag over her shoulder and moved toward the door, she stopped, blinking in surprise. Standing there was a small boy, his hair black as midnight, his eyes a surprisingly sharp cobalt blue.

"Who are you?" she asked, tilting her head in question. She didn't know any of the teachers to have a child that looked like this. Such striking features were something she would have surely remembered, right? Slowly Ochaco reached her hand out toward the boy, her smile infectious as he offered her a smile of his own, but he didn't take her outstretched hand. Instead, he turned and disappeared through the doorway and down the hall. "Hey wait!"

When she ran out into the hall after him, Ochaco stopped dead in her tracks. The hallway was dark and empty, not a single soul in sight. These hallways should be bustling with students, yet she stood there alone.

"What in the…?" Her gaze swept the area, searching for any sign of the small boy. He looked no older than ten, yet that strange gleam in his eye gave him a much more distinguished look. Something seemed a bit off about him. "Hey, what's going on?" she called, hoping to maybe to get a response, yet only silence greeted her. Not even the teachers were out and about.

Inhaling sharply, Ochaco went back into the classroom and leaned against the wall, trying to collect her thoughts. This had to be some kind of illusion Quirk, right? A chill raced down her body and she suddenly felt like she was standing in a walk in refrigerator. She rubbed her arms to try and generate heat. "What the hell is going on?"

"You shouldn't cuss."

Ochaco whirled around, seeing the boy standing in the doorway again. He was frowning this time, like something was bothering him as he looked at her. She laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her head. "Sorry, I thought you ran off."

"Usually when I run off, things go back to normal," the boy murmured, his frown deepening.

"You mean the empty halls?" she inquired. "Do you have a Quirk that changes things?"

The boy remained silent, reluctant to answer. Instead he moved over toward her, his small hand extending out until it touched her arm. In an instant Ochaco felt the chill around her body evaporate and the room suddenly became brighter. Noise of chattering students filled her ears, much to her relief. But when she looked down to where the boy stood, he was gone. Quickly she rushed out into the hallway. Students were making their way to their classes as the bell rang and she wasted no time maneuvering through small groups to get down the hallway where Katsuki was standing with Kirishima and Kaminari, his face strewn together in frustration.

"Sorry I'm late!" she said, waving toward them. Katsuki's attention shot to her, his crimson hues usually wide. He practically jumped her the second she got close enough. His hands were on either side of her shoulders, gripping her firmly as he looked her up and down in speculation. "What's gotten into you?"

"I could ask the same thing," he shot back. "Where the hell have you been?"

Confusion plastered itself across Ochaco's face as she blinked at him, her smile daft. "Huh…? I told you I would only be a few minutes late. I was just gathering my things."

"A few minutes?"

"Uraraka," Kirishima said, rubbing his head nervously. His usual smile wasn't present on his face. "You haven't been to your last two classes. Everyone has been looking for you. We thought maybe you were feeling sick and went to the infirmary or something, but we couldn't find you."

Another wave of confusion flew over the gravity hero. "I was literally just in homeroom. I saw you guys just a few minutes ago."

Kaminari, who had been standing there charging his phone, looked back and forth between the two in silence. Finally he held his phone up to show the time. "Nah, It's been like two hours since homeroom, Uraraka."

"What? That's not possible!" She quickly dug her own phone out, causing the screen to light up. "Look it still says it's eight fifty-five. Your time must be wrong, Kaminari."

Katsuki fished his own phone out and handed it to her. "Maybe yours is off, though I don't see how it could make you just miss two fucking hours of class," he snapped. He grabbed her hand and led her off to the side, away from earshot of his two friends. "Ochaco, are you alright?"

"Really, Katsuki, I'm fine. I don't know if this is some kind of prank, or what, but it's not funny." She said, frowning. "I was literally gathering my books up and I stopped for a moment because some boy had come into the classroom. He looked lost. I'm not sure. I tried to ask him questions but he had disappeared."

"What the hell? Why didn't you start off by saying this?" he chided, his teeth gritting. "Where the fuck did he go?"

"I don't think he was dangerous," Ochaco soothed. "I think he had an illusion Quirk or something like that. He had made the hallways look completely empty then normal again. Maybe he's the son of one of the teachers or he was brought in like Eri was? Maybe his illusion made it seem like time had passed or something."

She stepped away from Katsuki and held her arms out, motioning toward her whole body as if to show him that she was perfectly fine. Instead of letting his gaze fall over her, he drew her into a tight hug. Apart of her couldn't blame him for worrying. Neither of them had a good track record when it came to disappearing without saying anything.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I'll try to pay more attention to the time, okay?"

"You better, you had me worried sick," he shot back softly.

From by the doorway, Kirishima and Kaminari were both smirking as they watched the two. The redhead nudged the electric hero in the side, snickering. "Remember when Bakugou was all against feelings? Now look at him, so grown up and manly!"

"I can still hear you, shit-for-brains!"

"Gotta go!" The two scurried off, laughing at the dispense of Katsuki's flustered face as he shouted a string of curses after them.

In the midst of his shouting, Ochaco had grabbed his hand and began dragging him off in the opposite direction. "Come on, we still have one more class before lunch."

That evening, Ochaco had walked back to the dorms with Mina and Asui. Katsuki had received a call from Endeavor's office and motioned for her to go on without him. She had felt nervous about leaving him behind since the incident earlier, but with Izuku agreeing to stay with and walk back when he was finished had placed a bit of ease on her.

"Ribbit. So you think it was an illusion Quirk?" Asui inquired, her index finger to her chin. "That seems like a powerful Quirk to have."

"Yeah, no kidding. Especially if he can literally change the layout of an entire classroom and hallway," Mina added. "Crazy stuff."

"Did you tell Aizawa about it?"

"Yeah, he said he didn't know of anyone who had brought a kid to the school. He said he would look into it, though." Ochaco shrugged her shoulders. "It was just so strange. One second it felt as though everything were normal and okay, the next the halls became quiet and the classroom was freezing."

Mina bit her lower lip as she mulled over Ochaco's words. "That seems super scary. An illusion Quirk that can affect both your sight and touch?"

"Unless it's not an illusion," Asui stated. "Maybe he can manifest things. Ribbit."

"Ugh, this is creeping me out, you guys! Let's talk about something else?" Mina rubbed her arms, warding off the chill that had overtaken her. "What should we do for dinner?"

"Good question. Ribbit."

As they entered the dorms, the main room was abuzz with energy. Ochaco blinked, glancing around at everyone. Tokoyami and Ojiro were on the couch playing chess, Momo was standing beside Todoroki in the far corner while he spoke urgently on the phone, likely from his father. Sero was chastising Mineta about something while Kaminari sat on the couch talking to Jirou, who was leaned in a bit closer than usual.

"I didn't think we stayed at the school that late," Ochaco stated, entering the dorms. She waved to a few of her classmates as her and Asui made their way to the elevator. Mina had bounded off to locate Kirishima, who had apparently been somewhere in the kitchen area looking for something. Everyone else must have been upstairs in their rooms.

"Let's change clothes and get ready for a bath. We'll figure dinner out when Bakugou and Midoriya return."

"Sounds good to me. A bath sound so nice right now." Ochaco could only imagine how great the water would feel on her body. She hadn't been able to entirely ward off the chill from her earlier run in with the strange boy.

"What did Endeavor's office want?" Izuku said as soon as Katsuki hung up. He had remained out of earshot and had found it weird that he himself hadn't received a call.

Katsuki shrugged. "Apparently they didn't like mine and icy-hot's last skirmish. We fucked up one of the walls in the training hall. He called to complain about it."

That answered that. Izuku had already left Endeavor's office when Katsuki and Todoroki had decided upon an impromptu spar, which had evidently left a wall in ruin. "We should probably head back now. Uraraka looked worried."

"Yeah, she's been acting weird today," Katsuki noted as his eyebrows furrowed together. "Ever since she had a run in with that fucking brat."

"I wonder if anyone else saw him. It seems a bit odd that a kid would have gotten in and would be running around like that." Izuku had already begun walking down the main path toward the dorms, holding his chin between his fingers as he let his mind run rampant with speculation.

Katsuki came up beside him, hands shoved into his pockets. He roughly bumped his shoulder into Izuku, causing the green haired boy to stumble. "Come on, let's just get back. I'm fucking starving."

As the two made their way back, both were unaware of a pair of cobalt eyes watching their every move.

"Oi, where's Ochaco?" Katsuki demanded, using his foot to kick open the main door.

Iida had immediately closed the distance from the couch to his classmates, his hand chopping the air with its usual intensity. "What have I told you about damaging school property, Bakugou?"

"Hah?" Feigning ignorance, the blonde shoved past the class rep and let his crimson hues sweep the room, frowning when he didn't see the face he was looking for. "Cheeks better have not gone to bed yet," he muttered.

Izuku greeted Iida with a wave. "Sorry, he's been a bit moody since we got back," he said softly. "Hey, Kacchan, where are you going? Aren't you going to eat dinner? You said you were starving…"

"Later. I need to find Ochaco," Katsuki said, making a b-line to the elevator. He stabbed the button with his finger, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the chime

When he reached the fourth floor, he fished out his phone and brought up Ochaco's number, letting his finger glide across the screen.

'You in your room?'

By the time he had reached his own room, his phone chirped, lighting up with a candid shot he had managed to take of the gravity hero during training one day. His lips curled into a faint smile when he saw the image and opened up the new message.

'Not yet. Was in the bath. Where are you?'

Katsuki tossed his bag on the floor and shut his door, moving toward the closet as he shrugged out of his button up.

'Meet me in my room when you can, Cheeks.'

A response came through almost immediately.

'Stop calling me Cheeks.'

"Really?" Rolling his eyes, he fingered in a reply before tossing the device on his bed.

'Angel.'

It had felt like ages since he had been in his room, despite it only having been a week. Since the demand for hero's had gone on the rise, there were times when students would be gone for days, sometimes weeks, and Katsuki was no exception. He had spent the last week holed up at the Todoroki residence since getting to Endeavor's office wasn't far from there and in most circumstances he wouldn't have cared much if it weren't for the fact it kept him away from Ochaco. Not to mention keeping up with classwork had become a bigger pain as well.

The work-studies had placed a great deal of strain on their relationship, but both of them were determined to reach their goals as hero's without giving up on one another in the process. This would be their last year as students and if they couldn't make it with the stress they had now in their lives, they wouldn't ever make it once they became Pro's.

After Katsuki changed into his usual pair of black sweats and a black shirt, he heard a faint knock on his door. He opened the door to see Ochaco standing there in a pair of pink shorts and a black hoodie she had 'borrowed' from him last year, her auburn locks, now reaching past her shoulder blades, dripping wet from her bath. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her and impatiently ushered her inside his room before pushing her against the wall, his lips finding hers immediately.

Ochaco let out a surprised squeak, which became quickly muffled against the kiss. Her arms found their way around his neck as she allowed herself to arch into him, permitting him to snake his arms around her waist. "Someone's pent up," she murmured against him playfully.

"You have no fucking idea," he said breathlessly, his tongue flicking out against her lower lip.

Ochaco drew her head away, moving up on her tiptoes so that she could be tall enough to nudge the nape of his neck. She let her tongue traced over his skin, the scent of caramel and spice intoxicating her.

"You want it as badly as I do, Angel."

"How do you figure?" she inquired, pulling away to look at him with those sultry honeyed eyes.

Katsuki lifted a strand of her wet hair between his fingers as he rested his forehead against hers. "Because you didn't bother to dry your hair. You're going to catch a cold, you know."

Frowning, the gravity hero's cheeks puffed out and jerked her head away. "Way to put a damper on the mood."

"It's only temporary," he said, nipping at her earlobe. "As much as I want to bend you over and fuck you till your legs give out, I also don't want to fucking get sick, Ochaco."

Reluctantly she untangled herself from the blonde and made her way over to his closet and rummaged through it until she found his towel and draped it over her hair. "Happy now?"

"What, that the love of my life isn't going to get sick because she was in too big of a hurry to dry her damn hair? Yeah, I fucking am." He came up from behind her, taking the towel and assisting her. "We have all night, Angel."

"I guess you're right," she said, moving toward the window and pulling the blinds back slightly. "Everyone is still awake anyway, so I guess we should wait until later to do anything."

"Afraid someone will hear?" he teased, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. The explosive hero brought his arm around her waist again, dipping his head to kiss her neck. "Let them hear. Maybe they'll fucking learn something about how to please someone properly."

With flushed cheeks, Ochaco's body went rigid against him, her eyes widening. "Katsuki…not to uh…ruin the mood…" She lifted a shaky finger to the window, causing the blonde's crimson hues to follow curiously. "That's the kid that I saw earlier, the one that did something weird to the classroom."

Sure enough, the boy Ochaco had met earlier was sitting on the ground with a book, huddled up in a large jacket. He looked almost bored, like whatever he was reading held little interest to him.

"The fuck…? What the hell is he doing outside the dorms?" Katsuki instinctively brought Ochaco closer to him as he glared down at the boy. "He gives me the fucking creeps."

"He was strange when I met him. He didn't talk much and I honestly couldn't tell you what his Quirk was. It was unsettling—huh? Hey, where are you going?!" Ochaco turned away from the window and watch as the explosive hero stalked off toward the door, his fists clenched.

"I'm going down there to see what the hell is up with him," he replied and was out the door before the gravity hero could fully wrap her mind around his words.

Finally she rushed out of his dorm, watching as he was punching the button to the elevator. "Katsuki, what if it's dangerous? Shouldn't we just get Aizawa or someone?"

"It's a damn kid, Ochaco. Just stay in my room, I'll be back."

Just as the elevator doors closed, the door to the dorm beside Katsuki's opened and Mina peeked her head out, followed by Kirishima. "What's going on?" she asked, tilting her head.

Ochaco blinked and turned to face them. "That kid I saw earlier is outside the dorms. I saw him when I looked out the window."

Mina's golden eyes widened, a shiver racing down her body as she began gnawing on her bottom lip. "For real? Like he's outside right now?"

"Where's Bakugou?" Kirishima piped in, looking around.

"He went outside to talk to the kid," Ochaco said, laughing nervously. "I told him we should just tell Aizawa, but he wouldn't listen."

Without a word, Kirishima darted back into his room and yanked open the blinds. Mina and Ochaco came in after him, peeking over his shoulder. The boy was still there, but he wasn't reading his book anymore, but rather staring off at something in the distance.

"Holy crap… That kid is giving off some seriously freaky vibes," Mina stated, rubbing her arms. "What's Bakugou going to do anyway?"

"Guess we're about to find out," Kirishima said, pointing to the window. Katsuki had made it outside rather quickly. He was walking toward the kid, likely speaking in a string of curses based off the pissed off look he wore. When the boy turned to look at Katsuki, it was like his eyes glowed and the trio from the window all froze with unease.

"He's even weirder than he was earlier," Ochaco noted. By this point, Katsuki was standing directly in front of boy, who remained completely unfazed. Seconds passed excruciatingly slow and it didn't appear the boy had any intention of leaving, even after Katsuki had let out a few small explosions in his palm.

But then the boy finally moved. He stood slowly to his feet, leaving his book on the ground and reached up a hand toward the explosive blonde. When it hand touched Katsuki's arm, the two suddenly disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

An awkward silence fell over Ochaco, Mina, and Kirishima as they all blinked in confusion, their minds not quite rendering the situation until Mina let out a surprisingly shrill yelp.

"They disappeared! What the hell just happened?!"

"Kat…suki…?" Ochaco murmured, voice trialing, left eye twitching.

"So much for an easy year…"

A/N: WOO! HERE IT IS! First chapter of the sequel to Spark! So a few things… Since we don't actually know how their third year will actually be like since the series hasn't actually gotten there yet, I'm making a few guesses on how some of the characters would develop. In my personal preference I have Katsuki and Izuku getting along a bit better, because truthfully my hope for the actual canon is that they do become somewhat more civilized towards one another as they mature throughout the series.

Hopefully you enjoyed the first chapter and stick out with me for this! I'm having a lot of fun writing this so far (three chapters written thus far)

Remember to read, review, drop some kudos if you like the story :)