Unfolding Time
Chapter Two – Sleeping Moon

A/N: Adult content present in this chapter, you have been warned.

As the dormitory surroundings melted away from sight, Katsuki found himself instinctively turning back toward his window, yet what he found was a black sky, laced with the glow of festival lanterns. He wheeled back around, crimson hues narrowed into a glare reserved for the strange boy, but he was gone. Instead he saw a small pathway leading towards laughter and music.

'Where the fuck am I?' he thought, frowning. At that point he didn't know whether or not to give into the seething rage he felt or to the overwhelming curiosity that had lifted in him as he began walking down the path.

When he had emerged from the wooden area, light enveloped him as he gazed over crowds of people lining several festival booths. Food and fireworks permeated the air, the sudden intoxicating scent nearly overwhelming him, mixing with the shrill voices of young children running past. The dorms were nowhere in sight. In fact, nothing about where he was resembled anything familiar.

A passerby bumped his shoulder against him, slurring out an apology before stumbling off, immediately sending a jolt through him. This whole thing definitely wasn't coming off as an illusion and this was far more than an empty hallway or cold classroom.

"I didn't mean to take us here."

Katsuki jerked his head down, eyes landing on the strange boy. "Where the hell am I and how did you disappear so damn fast?"

The boy shot him a glare. "I told you not to cuss," he mumbled. "We're in this mess because of that."

"Hah? How the hell is me cussing the cause of this?"

"I can't control my power when I become upset," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "Though this is the first time that I have jumped through time this far. It only seems to be with you and that girl."

Katsuki blinked, confusion plainly evident on his face. "What do you mean by 'jumped through time'?" But before a response could be given, the boy was gone again. "That fucking brat." His eyes swept the area again. If that kid's abilities only interacted with him and Ochaco as he hinted towards and this place didn't look familiar, then this had to be an event that had occurred in Ochaco's life.

Slowly he made his way through the crowd, trying to glimpse each passing face. It was becoming an overwhelming sea of strangers and he felt his gut tighten with each step. If this really did involve Ochaco, where was she? How old was she in this moment in time? Would he be able to even recognize her? His mind became fleeting with questions, yet in an instant each of them became answered when his crimson hues fell upon a small child toward the center of the festival, her auburn eyes staring sadly up at the sky, her pink cheeks as round as he knew them to be in his time.

"Ochaco…"

Tears welled in her eyes as she nervously rubbed the pads of her fingers. She looked no more than five here, all bundled up in her summer yukata and a small backpack nestled at her side as she sat perched on the edge of a fountain.

Katsuki found himself walking toward her without thinking, but said nothing as he took a seat, maintaining several feet of space between them. Even though he knew Ochaco, he couldn't just walk up to her past self and expect everything to be okay. He had met Ochaco's parents numerous times, yet there wasn't any sign of them. He found it hard to believe they would have just left her alone like this.

"Did you get separated from your parents?" he inquired softly, voice shaking. He didn't want to scare her. In this moment he was nothing more than a stranger, yet he couldn't help it. Something in him told him to reach out to her.

Ochaco's head jerked in his direction, her eyes widening as she stared at him. For the briefest moments, her tears stopped and the look she gave him was of amazement rather than fear or suspicion. "Your hair is so spiky," she noted, her tone bewildered.

For a long moment, Katsuki just stared at her, mesmerized by how easily distracted she had become. This was definitely Ochaco, there was no doubt about it. He chuckled and turned his attention toward the night sky. With the light of the festival in the way, not many stars were in sight, even with how pitch black their backdrop was. "Why are you crying?" he asked finally.

Ochaco sniffled, her own attention dragging from his hair to the sky. "The moon is sleeping. Every festival it's always out, but it's not here tonight."

'She's crying because the moon isn't visible?' His crimson hues fell back down to her, noting how her eyes began to well with fresh tears. "The moon will eventually wake up," he assured. The feeling emerging inside him was a strange one, something he had never quite felt before. Whenever he was with Ochaco he felt immense joy and love for her, yet seeing her as a small and sad child wrenched at his heart in a way he never thought possible.

"What if the moon never wakes up?"

Her question had caught him by surprise. How could such a small child have such a perplexing question? He watched her as she stared up at the sky once more and a faint smile spread along his lips. "It'll wake up."

Ochaco messily wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled again. "Really?"

"I promise."

She nodded, seeming content with his answer. "I tried to make an origami moon, but I couldn't," she said while reaching for the pink backpack next to her. She unzipped it and pulled out a small white box and opened it, revealing inside a multitude of various origami pieces folded from colorful paper. Katsuki watched her closely as she took out a gold-papered butterfly. "I became really good at making butterflies," she gleamed proudly. "This one is my favorite one."

Katsuki tensed up as she scooted closer to him until she was sitting directly next to him. The people passing by didn't seem to even glance their way or show the least bit concern for the young child. Was it because she looked so calm and happy whenever she looked up at him? Did the people passing by think they were siblings? It didn't matter what strangers thought, it was her parents that he was concerned about if they saw their little girl talking to some third year.

Ochaco didn't seem to notice his sudden discomfort as she held out the butterfly to him. "I used wrapping paper to make this one," she said, turning it around in her fingers. The gold shone brightly against the lantern lights, gleaming like a star. It was well made considering a young child made it, yet she seemed to have gotten the folding pattern down quite well compared to some of the other ones Katsuki had glimpsed in the box. "You should have it."

"Why would you want me to have it? You don't even know me," he stated, his eyebrow quirking up. When she nudged his arm, he reluctantly held out his hand and watched as she put the small origami butterfly in his palm and offered up the biggest smile he had ever seen before.

"Because I want you to have it." She snapped the box shut and put it back into her backpack, zipping it up before hopping down off the fountain. "I have to go, my parents are probably looking for me now," she said softly, yet her smile remained. Her small figure began to run off into the crowd of people, her hand waving at him as she went. "Bye-bye spiky hair!"

Annoyance briefly flickered across Katsuki's features. 'Spiky hair?' But before he could think too much on the nickname she had bestowed upon him, everything around him began to fade and blur, melting away in a similar fashion as it had before.

In a matter of seconds, he was back outside the dormitory, alone, holding onto a gold origami butterfly.

"Katsuki!"

The blonde turned in time to see Ochaco, Mina, and Kirishima running toward him. He blinked in confusion as he watched them, his hand gently curling over the treasure in his hand.

Ochaco was the first to reach him, her arms immediately flying around him as she crushed herself to him. Her eyes welled with tears similarly to how they had for her past self. "What happened? Are you alright? What happened to that kid?"

"Ochaco, calm down," he said gently, his arms wrapping around her. "I'm not injured, everything is fine."

When Kirishima and Mina approached, the redhead gave Katsuki a rough pat on the back. "Dude, we all watched you disappear into thin air."

"It was super weird the way that kid was looking at you," Mina added, her golden eyes scanning the area. "Speaking of which, where did he go? He was here just a second ago."

Katsuki slowly pulled away from Ochaco and looked her dead in the eye, his hand reaching up to wipe away the tears that had began running down her cheeks. "I don't think that brat has control over his fucking Quirk," he said.

"What did he make you see?" Ochaco asked. Her hands were still fisted into his shirt, refusing to let go of him entirely, as though he would disappear again.

"His Quirk has nothing to do with illusions like you thought."

Kirishima frowned and reached over to take Mina's hand, his own insecurity over the situation becoming apparent.

"He went back in time."

"Whoa, wait," Mina said, shaking her head. "How can someone go back in time? Isn't that impossible?"

"And how do you know you actually went back in time vs. it just being an illusion?" Ochaco challenged, swallowing the lump in her throat. "He could have just made you see something from the past, like a memory or something."

Katsuki held out his hand, opening it to reveal the gold butterfly to her. "I'm pretty sure he took me to the past where you went to a festival when you were a kid."

For a long moment, everyone stared at the origami piece. Mina and Kirishima exchanged confused glanced while Ochaco's eyes welled up again with tears. Slowly she untangled her hands from Katsuki's shirt and reached for the paper, picking it up as though it were the most delicate thing ever.

"I remember this," she breathed softly. "It had been my favorite one. Katsuki how did you…?"

"Your past self gave it to me. You were at a festival, but you had wandered away from your parents. When I saw you, you were sitting on a fountain, crying because you thought the moon was sleeping and wouldn't wake up." As he relayed the details to her, Ochaco felt a chill run up her spine. "And then you gave me that."

She flipped the origami butterfly over in her hand, examining it carefully. It had no appearance of age on it, no rips or tears on its pristine paper edges. "How is this possible?"

"I'm not sure, but we should get inside," he said. His crimson hues scanned the area one last time. Though it had been a rather enlightening experience to see Ochaco's past self, it still raised several questions about the boy who had made such a thing possible in the first place. Where had he come from? What was the full extent of his abilities? Apart of him also wondered where Ochaco had been taken to when she had her run in with the boy, but what was a question for another day. For now, he just wanted everyone inside where it was safer.

Everyone walked back in silence, ignoring some of the questioning stares of their classmates. Kirishima and Mina walked hand in hand back to his dorm, stopping just outside the doorway to look at their friends.

"You two gonna be okay?" Mina inquired.

"We'll be fine," Ochaco assured, doing her best to smile. "I'm a bit freaked out, but I'm sure there's a logical explanation to everything. Katsuki and I will talk to Aizawa in the morning about what happened.

As they said their goodbyes, Katsuki and Ochaco retreated into his room, the silence drifting between them becoming deafening. She could see the overwhelming thoughts plaguing the explosive blonde, yet despite such a busy mind, his gaze never left hers.

"Katsuki, are you okay?" she asked softly. Ochaco took him by the hand and led him to the bed, motioning for him to sit down with her. She had been idly twirling the gold butterfly in her fingers the entire time, seeming lost in her own thoughts. "I remember making this. My parents couldn't afford the actual paper used to make origami, so I had saved the wrapping paper from my birthday the year before. When I got good enough at some of the designs using normal paper, I began using the wrapping paper to make them."

Katsuki reached over and took the butterfly from her and held it up so it caught the light in the room. "You called me 'Spiky Hair' when you first saw me," he stated, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Of all the fucking things to have called me, that's what you decided on."

Ochaco's face lit up and she quickly averted her eyes. "I seriously called you that?"

"Yeah. You didn't even ask me what my name was or seemed fazed that I was even talking to you." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, planting a kiss on the side of her head. "You were a airhead even as a kid, who fucking knew?"

"Hey! That's rude. What makes even you say that?" she cried, pulling away and glaring daggers at him.

"What if I was a kidnapper or some shit? You eagerly talked to someone you didn't know, Ochaco."

The gravity hero thought for a moment before taking back the butterfly and standing to her feet. She moved over to his desk and gently placed the origami piece down before spinning to face him. "Maybe I sensed that you were trustworthy. Besides, obviously nothing bad happened if I'm standing in front of you now, right?"

"Yeah, lucky for you." Katsuki stood and closed the distance between them, moving in close and causing her to become pinned against the edge of the desk. He dipped his head down to the nap of her neck, nuzzling gently, inhaling the sweet smell of honey and jasmine. The scent was beyond intoxicating, especially mixed with the insecurity that had flooded through him that evening. They had run into their fair share of trouble, but nothing that scared him this much. If someone really could send others through time, wasn't it possible to change things or destroy something? What if somehow things became changed where their paths never crossed?

Feeling his heart rate increase sporadically through panic, Katsuki lifted his head and clashed his lips with hers, the urgency behind his actions welcomed. He wasn't the only one who felt the danger looming on the horizon and in the moment they were caught in an unknown. The strange boy appeared and disappeared without warning, and in his wake he had dragged them each into a different period of time that could potentially leave everything they had in ruin.

The thought of losing her terrified him, something he would not easily admit.

When their lips parted from one another, Katsuki pressed his forehead against hers and peered straight into those luminous honeyed eyes. "I need you, Ochaco," he whispered and knew permission was granted when she leaned her head to kiss him again, the urgency ever present with each action she took.

Without breaking the kiss, Katsuki trailed his hands over Ochaco's waist, relishing in each curve before his grip found its way to her bottom and hoisted her up effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around him, squeezing herself closer as her hands moved up around his neck and through the locks of hair she had once deemed as 'spiky' and took in the softness against her fingertips.

Ochaco couldn't deny the excitement that formed at the core between her legs as he led her back toward the bed and fell together against the sheets, still locked in a breathless kiss. She shifted her weight, maneuvering the two of them so that she found herself on top, straddling the explosive blonde and the growing erection he had forming beneath her.

Their lungs burned for air by the time the kiss broke and as they peered at one another, desire and passion fueling their current actions, Katsuki found himself in her control. Ochaco didn't often assume dominance in the bedroom, not because he wouldn't let her, but because she had never wanted it. She had always followed his lead, melding her desire with his, yet now she took the lead and he had no dissatisfaction over watching the assertive glint in her gaze.

He would willingly give her the world and more if it meant her happiness would remain intact.

Ochaco bit her lower lip as her hand roamed freely over Katsuki's chest, tracing each muscle pressing against his shirt before her fingertips found the edge and tugged greedily at it. Complying, Katsuki tore shirt over his head in one swift motion, discarding it to the floor. The gravity hero did the same. Her slender hands gripping the hem of her pink hoodie and lifted it over her, revealing that she had forgone wearing a shirt that evening and was left only in a thin sports bra and her shorts.

It was difficult for Katsuki to remain subdued for too long and Ochaco knew this. He could tell she enjoyed his impatience from the sly smirk that danced across her lips, the way her gaze had shifted mischievously as she ground her hips gently into him. His fingers already dug into the band of her shorts and pulled eagerly at them, working them down her hips, forcing her to lift herself off him momentarily to free her legs. As much as she wanted to take her place straddling him once more, she took the opportunity to dispose of Katsuki's remaining confinements until they were left free of any garments.

The silkiness of Ochaco's skin entranced Katsuki as his calloused hands moved up her curvaceous sides, past the jagged scar from her accident, clear up to the soft mounds that bounced gently with each movement she made. He quelled his desire with her breasts, using his thumbs to run soft, teasing circles over her nipples as she leaned forward to rummage through his bedside table for the necessary protection required for their next course of action.

Katsuki wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her warmth, to feel her body around him, their lips and tongues engaged in a fiery duel of passion, yet he remained still, his crimson hues watching her closely.

Ochaco found herself caught in the same predicament. She wanted desperately to give into her primal urges, but she had a rare opportunity to push the explosive blonde to the edge and she intended to take advantage of it in every way possible. She watched as Katsuki's breath hitched, her core pressing against his tip teasingly. She had leaned backwards, her hands resting against his thighs; cheeks flushed a deep red and waited until Katsuki's eyes fell to her core before she let herself sink down over him.

The initial shock of feeling him inside nearly sent her over the edge and she knew Katsuki had felt it to the way his hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he adjusted himself.

"Katsuki…" she breathed, leaning forward. Her forehead brushed against his before capturing his lips in a frantic kiss, her tongue lashing out against his bottom lip. Passion had coiled around her, making her thoughts hazy and it was becoming quite apparent why she didn't take the lead often. At that point she didn't mind handing the reins back to Katsuki, to which he eagerly took.

The explosive hero rolled Ochaco over onto her back without disconnecting, his teeth catching her lip playfully. A soft moan slipped into the air around them, beckoning their desire to become unhinged. Katsuki pushed himself fully into her, feeling her back arch pleasantly against him; one hand gripping her hip, while his other reached up and tangled itself in her auburn locks. At that point, he couldn't stop himself. He thrust into her, drinking in each moan and gasp while keeping her safely anchored against him.

She was hot and tight around him, building him to his climax with each passing moment. Under normal circumstances he would have hushed her moans, urged that they kept their enthralled passion quiet, but he didn't care this time. This time he knew they both needed to feel the closeness, to give into everything they felt about one another, regardless of who could hear them on the other side of the wall. They needed this release so painfully bad.

"Kat…suki…!" Ochaco cried. Her legs swung up around him, allowing him deeper access as her core clenched, finding its release. Her nail raked down his back, causing blood to blossom faintly in her wake, the pleasure overtaking her body increasing as Katsuki's movements became more eager and faster, until finally he found his own release.

Katsuki collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling as his lungs tried desperately to find a normal rhythm. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around the gravity hero, his fingertips running soft circles down her spine. "Are you okay, Angel?"

Nodding against him, Ochaco remained buried in his arms. Her body hummed pleasantly in her weakened state. They never lacked passion when it came to sex, but this had to have been the first time they had bypassed all forms of foreplay and jumped into their desires without a second thought. It had been the release needed to calm her nerves, to reassure her that Katsuki still remained there with her, that he wasn't lost to the time Quirk.

"Katsuki," she said softly, finally tilting her head up to look at him. Her eyes bore into his, concern flashing across her features. "Nothing is going to tear us apart, right?"

"Why would you even think that?"

"A time Quirk is dangerous. That kid was able to send you into my past. What happens if a villain finds out what that kid can do? Think of everything that could go wrong."

His arms tightened around her, his eyes narrowing. "Listen to me, Ochaco. There is nothing that will drive us apart, do you understand? I don't care if it's some kid with a time Quirk or some fucking villain, I'm not letting anything take you from me," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "We'll keep each other safe, I promise you."

"I hope you're right, Katsuki."

"I usually am," he said, realizing in that moment that he had made a promise twice to Ochaco; one about the moon and one about their lives.

A/N: Ahh, sorry for the short chapter, there may be a few here and there. Sorry if the adult content isn't really your thing, I tried to write it out so it wasn't over-the-top but still steamy. I promise it won't turn into a 'porn with plot' kind of thing, but do expect some steamy moments though.

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