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It was supposed to be a routine training exercise: access the area, locate the civilians, and bring them to safety. Izumi stayed close to Renji, not because she admired the fierce intensity in his eyes or the way his muscles flexed under his uniform. Definitely not. No, it was strictly to build their teamwork.
Renji glanced back at her, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.
“Stop making eyes! Now’s not the time,” Hikari teased over the comms, Izumi flipped her off in response, smirking.
“Shut up. We’re almost to the top. Any changes yet?” she whispered back.
Hikari’s laugh crackled softly in her ear, light and playful.
“Nope. Still good. I’ve got eyes on the enemy, they don’t suspect a thing.”
Asui-sensei had split the class up, testing their ability to save lives with minimal damage. Renji smirked at her.
“For someone so determined to stay top of the class, you sure are sticking close to me.” He pinched her cheek and leaned in.
Izumi huffed, flipping him off.
“Dumbass. You defend, I attack. One of us has to be the brain, and it’s definitely not you.” Despite the teasing, she felt heat creeping up her neck.
“Yeah, that’s me. Hey—left, down the hall. Someone’s coming.” Hikari’s voice interrupted their light flirting.
Renji moved in front of her, his body stiffening like stone. They crept forward together. Instead of a classmate, it was a man, a masked man.
“Shit. Hikari, call sensei! It’s an actual villain.”
Without hesitation, the man lunged. Renji took the blow, grunting at the impact.
“It’s useless! Now you’re mine!” The man’s voice was low, gruff, filled with desperation.
Izumi yanked Renji behind her and flung him aside, pulling small metal balls from her belt and tossing them. They exploded on contact with a sharp crack.
“Izumi! Stop being an idiot! We need to work together!” Renji shouted as he scrambled to his feet.
Before she could answer, a blinding light swallowed her whole.
She was falling. fast.
“Fuck!” she shouted as she hit the ground, her head spinning wildly. She shot upright, eyes darting to take in her surroundings.
She was in class. Instead of her usual classmates, she was surrounded by teenage versions of her aunts and uncles, all staring back at her.
What the fuck?
Suddenly, she felt Aizawa-sensei’s scarves wrap around her neck. The familiar weight made her grimace.
“Who are you?” His voice was flat and defensive. She shivered, the memory of being caught in the locker room with Renji flashing in her mind. Her dads had been furious when they got the call.
“Well... uh. This is awkward. For now, let’s just say I’m a Bakugou.” She chose that name, seeing as she resembled him most.
All eyes turned to her pops, who looked tense.
“What?”
“Who?”
“You never mentioned a sister. Especially one so cute.”
Uncle Denki’s teasing comment made her cringe. She and Hikari had dated briefly, only to realize their relationship was strictly platonic, no sparks. Ironically.
“I don’t have any siblings,” Pops spat, glaring daggers at her. The scarves tightened around her neck.
“Explain. Now.” Aizawa threatened. She shivered again. Her nerves tingling like pins and needles.
“Well, that’s it. I can’t really explain. We were training, a villain attacked, and now I’m here. Judging by how you all look... I’m probably from the future. And I was hit with a time-traveling quirk.”
She braced for disbelief. There was plenty of that.
“Bakugou... that means you’re Kacchan’s daughter?!” her dad exclaimed, green eyes wide.
Chaos erupted as others noticed the resemblance. Aizawa sighed and squinted.
“And why should we believe you?” He hushed the class. She squirmed under the hostility, biting her lip.
“May I? I have something to prove it.” Sensei nodded, alert and ready.
He let the scarves fall as his body tensed to pounce. She pulled out a chain with her parents’ engagement ring at its centre. technically Grandma Mitsuki’s, but after a harrowing mission where her parents nearly died, she wanted her to have something precious. It glimmered in the sun, once again making her feel grounded in such a bizarre situation.
“Grandma Mitsuki beat pops into handing it over after that mission where he almost didn’t make it back. She wanted me to have something of his.”
The memory of seeing her parents in the hospital twisted her face into a grimace.
“Sounds like that crazy hag,” Pops grumbled, crossing his arms. Aizawa sighed again, flopping down on his chair.
“That’s just perfect. Okay, let’s go see Principal Nezu. He should be informed, and maybe help send you back.” He stood and headed for the door.
“Bakugou, come with us. Iida, you’re in charge. Open your books and read chapters 3-8 for now.”
Uncle Tenya saluted crisply, his serious expression unchanged.
Studying Pops more closely, Izumi realized she was about a year older than him. She smirked at the younger, shorter version. Muscles less defined, scars absent, eyes lacking their usual knowing look.
“Who’s your mom anyway?” His eyes were tense, avoiding hers. She glanced around, fidgeting.
“I don’t have one. I was born through surrogacy. There’s more to it, but we can save that for later.”
Pops sighed, as if expecting that answer. He shoved his hands in his pockets and gave her a small glance.
“It’s Deku, isn’t it? The other parent?”
She laughed softly at his tone. She’d seen her parents’ complicated but loving dynamic plenty of times. This shy, uncertain side of her dad was different. She had his intense red eyes and blonde hair— long, flowing past her hips—and his facial structure, only softer, more feminine. The only thing she was given from her dad is his freckles, dusting her cheeks and faintly across her nose.
“The freckles gave it away, didn’t they?” She smiled fondly, picturing her dad.
Pops rolled his eyes, looking away.
“That and you’ve got the nerd’s mannerisms. the way you move, how you hold yourself.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Gross. I don’t want to see the lovey-dovey eyes. Watching you guys flirt is disturbing enough.”
His cheeks flared bright red. Only ever present when it comes to dad.
Throughout the walk, Aizawa didn’t speak or acknowledge their banter, until now.
“Enough. We can’t have you revealing too much about the future, if what you say is true.” His glare was sharp.
Finally, they reached the office. Izumi exhaled, trying to steady herself.
The talk with Principal Nezu went smoothly. He had heard of time-traveling quirks. Rare as they were, he promised to check records and find a way to send her back.
For now, she found herself surrounded by curious eyes in the dorm common room. Pops stayed close, bracing himself for her to reveal the identity of her other parent.
“Well, one at a time. I can’t think when you’re all talking at once.” She looked shyly at Aunt Mina first.
“You’re so cute! Absolutely stunning. Can we start with your name?”
Izumi remembered when Renji first brought her home as a date, not just a friend. Aunt Mina had gushed then too, pulling a blush from her now.
“Well... uh, as y-you know, I’m a-a Bakugou, but you can call me Izumi.” She internally cringed at the stutter and blamed it on Renji’s mom asking.
“And your mom?” Aunt Ochako’s eyes glimmered. Izumi smirked, glancing around.
“Don’t have one. I was born through surrogacy. I have two dads.”
All eyes turned to dad, who was now cherry red, avoiding everyone’s gaze.
“No way!”
“Called it!”
“You owe me $20.”
“How manly!”
Laughter erupted around the room.
“Okay! Okay, everyone shut up! If you want this Q&A to continue, let’s get on with it before I get bored.”
It was a small bluff since she enjoyed the attention and seeing youthful versions of her parents’ friends is so much fun. Surprisingly, dad was the first to speak up.
“Do you have a quirk?” His voice trembled slightly, still red as a tomato.
Thankfully, she was still in her hero costume, a simple black outfit like Pops’s, easy to move in and perfect for producing nitroglycerin. She didn’t have his gauntlets, just simple fingerless heated gloves.
“Well, like Grandma Inko, I can pull things to me, except it can be just about anything. But I can also push things away. And just like Pops, I can explode objects with my nitroglycerin.”
She extended her hand, letting one of her explosive balls fly to her palm. Without moving, she pushed it away, and it exploded with a small pop, like a tiny firework.
They applauded, eyes wide with amazement.
“Amazing! Clearly, you have fantastic control.” Dad praised, still in awe.
“So, who’s number one now?” Uncle Denki shouted over the praise.
The question silenced the room. Everyone leaned in expectantly.
“I can’t answer that one. But the top of my class? That’s me, of course.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder with a grin.
They chuckled, comparing her to Pops.
“You sound like Bakubro, that’s for sure.” Uncle Eijiro piped up.
Izumi straightened, thinking of Renji, a copy-paste version of his dad, with the same broad smile and sparkling eyes, only Renji’s hair remained black.
She glanced down, trying to gather herself. She’d embarrassed herself in front of his parents once already; she couldn’t let their first official meeting go like this.
“You okay, kid? You seem tense.” Pops warned the others to back off with a glare.
Out of instinct, she groaned, covering her face.
“Pops, not now. I’m trying to think.” She exhaled, avoiding eye contact.
“You reacted the same way when Ashido spoke. Are you scared of them?” Uncle Shoto broke the silence.
She felt the blush rise again, fists tightening.
“What? Scared? No.” She rushed out.
They glanced at each other, silently communicating.
“Oh sweetie, what is it? I don’t want you to be scared of me.” Aunt Mina pulled her into a hug. Izumi squeaked, used to her affection.
She avoided her parents’ eyes.
“Well, if you must know... I’m sort of... maybe a little dating your son Renji...” she confessed, heat rushing through her again.
The room erupted into chaos.
“Aww, how cute!”
“We have a son?!”
“Who else has kids?!”
“We’re family!”
“SHITTY HAIR!” Pops shouted, glaring at Uncle Kiri, who looked slightly dazed.
He and Mina locked eyes, sharing an awkward smile.
“Your shitty son better leave her alone, you hear me?!”
Before Renji’s parents could defend him, Izumi flicked Pops on the forehead.
“Hey! He isn’t shitty. And I asked him out! Stay out of my business. I don’t need your permission.”
Used to dealing with her grown adult father, she spat the words. But this one glared at her, fire in his eyes, body tense.
“Don’t talk to me like that! There’s no fucking way I’m okay with this. Even in the future!”
She smirked, moving behind her dad for cover.
“Well, you don’t have to! Dad’s on my side, he even encouraged me to ask him out.” She shot Pops a smug look. His heated glare shifted to Dad, who tensed under the gaze.
“Hey! I haven’t done it yet. Look, I’m sure Renji’s a respectable guy, raised by Ashido and Kirishima. If future me’s okay with it, I don’t see the problem.”
He rambled nervously, and she laughed.
“Ha! Take that ya stupid old man.”
She taunted him further, knowing she wouldn’t get away with this with her real parents.
Uncle Kiri stepped between them, stopping Pops from getting any closer.
“Chill for a sec. So, Mina and I have a son?” He asked hopefully.
Izumi bit her lip.
“Uh yeah, Renji. And two twin girls, Mira and Emi. They’re younger, twelve.”
Aunt Mina squealed, throwing herself at her future husband.
“This is so exciting! Three kids, baby. A family.”
She sighed happily. Uncle Kiri wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head softly.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Izumi stuck her tongue out at Pops, egging him on.
“You damn brat! Don’t go changing the subject. I won’t allow it.”
He crossed his arms, looking away. Izumi chuckled again, glancing at Uncle Shoto.
“Well, at least it’s not Fuyuka anymore. I like the idea of Uncle Sho being my father-in-law.”
She teased him, throwing him under the bus for causing the mess.
As expected, more chatter erupted about who would be with whom and how many kids everyone might have.
Uncle Shoto gave a ghost of a smile, glancing at Hanta.
“Absolutely not!”
“We could do Sunday dinners.”
“Awww, Sero! You finally asked!”
“Who else has kids?!”
“Please stop before you make Kacchan’s head explode.”
Her dad pleaded with her, eyes softening. She smiled in return.
“I don’t think I should reveal much more... I feel like I’ve said enough. Besides, I want to get out of my hero outfit. Aunty Momo? Clothes, please?”
She begged, feeling exhausted.
Aunty Momo smiled warmly, already pulling out a measuring tape.
“Of course! Any style?”
“No, I trust you. Comfy and simple is fine for now.”
Her usual style was anything but, but she didn’t need to impress them.
Once changed and relaxed, they surrounded her again.