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“In five seconds, you will all be quiet…” Aizawa-sensei announces, monotonically, quieting the lively 1-A down almost immediately. Today wasn’t anything new really — it was a normal school day after finally, their joint training with class 1-B was over. They were really tiring, but also really exciting, to say the least; Well, every day is exciting. At least for Izuku, it is. He gets to go and practice his quirk with his friends to become the best hero and to become the number one hero.
He looks at Kacchan, who then looks away from him, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He turns back, feeling a little giddiness within his small little heart. Kacchan can well… cooperate like a normal person and now. He was really proud of his rival. Today sure is bright. Brighter than anything before. Unusual since it’s quite literally in November.
“Good,” Aizawa-sensei says, he looks more tired today. “You’re quite good at this now.” With some people rolling their eyes.
“Anyways,” Aizawa-sensei continued, drop-dead tired. He looks as if he didn’t sleep for a whole year straight. “I have an announcement to make.”
“Ooh!” Kaminari says, gleaming. “Is it the upcoming school festival?!”
Aizawa-sensei then sighs, hopelessly. “I wish.”
I wish? Izuku furrows his eyebrows in confusion while other people murmur to one another.
"You wish?" Todorki asks, confused. As his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Voicing Izuku’s question in return.
Aizawa-sensei says nothing as if nothing could possibly explain it. He then turns to the door that stands tall. He sighs miserably. He then says, “You can come in now.”
A few drops of silence drop, before finally, a boy comes into the classroom.
With blond spiky hair, striking red eyes that glazed over the red sea, his casual demeanor, his regular high-school uniform, the way he looked — that something could’ve rivaled the sun. Made of the most brilliant of imperfections and designed to be utterly perfect.
He walked casually into the classroom as if he didn't just blow away their minds.
He walks into the room and then turns to face the classroom. Facing them, he then expectedly waits for their reactions and waits for them to be shocked, waits for them to be enthralled and waits for the worst to come.
And it does. Some jaws dropped, Izuku could’ve heard gasps, but nothing could’ve amounted to whatever Izuku's face was. Maybe he was being overdramatic — but how could he not? How could anyone react with a straight face to a situation like this? Aizawa-sensei just looked tired, done with all of the universe’s shit that has been going on. Maybe Izuku felt done too, because he looked exactly like—
Kacchan.
“What the fuck?!” Actual Kacchan yells from his seat, mini-explosions coming from his palm. “What the fuck is going on?!”
“I can explain,” Aizawa-sensei says tiredly.
“No,” the boy that masks Kacchan's face replies. “I can do it.”
It was exactly like his voice too. Deep, raspy — everything about him, he just had to be Kacchan.
“He can talk!” Ashido screams as if she’s in a horror movie.
His striking red eyes stared at Ashido.
“Yes,” he replies, nodding. “I can talk.” And he didn’t yell! No angriness came from his face, nor did it seem even sarcastic. It seems — patient. Like he was taking his time with her.
It seems… weird.
The class bores down into pure silence. Uncanny silence, the silence you wouldn’t even get with Aizawa-sensei telling them to quiet down. It was as if no one was there except the doppelganger himself. Everyone was making sure they get every word in.
“Hello everyone,” he greeted, respectfully. More jaws were even dropped open. He then bows down in his introduction — which maybe dislocates everyone's jaws because of how could the Katsuki Bakugo (he wasn't Kacchan) do that? Then finally, he goes back up, and smiles (people gasped even more) gently. No evil grins or diabolical grins like the ones that the usual Kacchan usually gave, no it was a nice smile — something you would use if you were a sane normal person. (Which the usual Katsuki Bakugo was not) “My name is Bakugo Katsuki, it is nice to meet you all. I am from another universe, hopefully, we can solve this problem and get myself back home.” (He would never say this in a million years.)
The class was in pure silence.
Before it erupts.
“What the hell?!” Mineta cries out, his eyes popping out. “Am I dreaming?!”
“No way am I seeing this right…” Kirishima says, taking a double look.
“You look so… nice!” Ochako yells, totally flabbergasted.
Shoto almost flew out of his seat, Iida was apparently too shocked for words. Sero might’ve paled a bit.
And Izuku?
He didn't know what to react to. He might have even laughed in disbelief.
And everyone else? Oh, they were just screaming, “This did not look right!” Because it didn’t. None of it did. He looked and seemed like Katsuki Bakugou, but in the end — there could be only one true Katsuki Bakugou. So who was he? A doubleganger from another dimension? Those quirks hardly exist and it’s not very heard of. Most of them are sent to quirk labs or made a publicity stunt. So how could one put another one into this universe? A villain? But which villain? There are no villains that Izuku knows of that are able to do this. And Izuku knows a lot of villains.
Perhaps Izuku was dreaming about this stunt, perhaps he needed more sleep. However, when the boy locked eyes with Izuku, he realized this was no dream — everything about this was real.
The boy’s eyes as much as his posture and everything seemed to suggest he was friendly. However, his eyes only bored into Izuku’s skull, into an uncanny, unfamiliar look. He realized that this boy did not look exactly the same as his Kacchan. There was just one thing off with this doppelganger — that changed everything about him.
In his eyes, there was nothing; not a glimmer of hope nor a glimmer of victory. There was nothing, there could be nothing as it was absolutely hollow. It looked like it belonged to a corpse itself. If you tried to reach out to find anything, you’d be disappointed. Very disappointed, it looked as if it was the black hole, available to suck anything alive, anything pure of heart, and destroy it — crumble it to pieces until there is nothing left. Izuku realizes that these didn’t even look like his Kacchan. There could be no similarities drawn. He was a completely different person.
The boy then smiles at Izuku, and it feels as if it was the first genuine thing the boy has done since he’s gotten here.
“Calm down everyone,” Aizawa-sensei interrupts, clearing his throat, sliencing the class. “He will be here until we get the mess sorted out. He’ll be staying at dorms so that no villains could target him. That means I don’t want anyone telling about this situation to anyone outside, got it?”
The class nods, slowly. As if they’re trying to slowly process this into their minds.
“This is fucking bullshit!” Kacchan yells from his seat. “Why the fuck didn’t I know about this shit?!”
Aizawa-sensei pinches his nose, tiredly. “We only found him last night — we didn’t want to disturb you from your sleep.”
The boy pulls a poker face when staring at Kacchan.
“Ah, is this my other self?” he asks, nothing revealing from his tone or voice. “He’s very… loud.”
“Yes, I’m quite surprised that you’re not,” Aizawa-sensei replies, frowning.
“I used to be like that,” the boy admits, “back in junior high. But that was a long time ago.”
Aizawa-sensei seems intrigued by this discovery, but then levels down with sighing once more. “Anyways,” Aizawa-sensei frown deepens. “This has been a whole mess. So, we’re leaving him with you guys while we figure out what to do to bring this Bakugo Katsuki home. Classes are canceled today and possibly tomorrow.”
"Sweet!" Kaminari shouts, happily. Cheering from his seat.
"Not so sweet!" Iida reprimands. "Remember! This is a serious situation that we need to be responsible at, we cannot do anything that might—"
"Shut the fuck up!" Roared Katsuki, he looked pissed. Never once taking his sight away from the doppelganger.
"That wasn’t so nice," Commented the boy, shockily. He then turns to Iida. "Continue what you were saying, please."
A pause.
"N–no," Iida stutters, "I think I'll be alright."
The boy then raises an eyebrow, and then he shrugs. "Oh, alright."
An awkward pause.
"Oh, I'm leaving," Aizawa-sensei randomly says. "Have fun."
But before he does, he looks straight into the boy.
"We have security cameras here," Aizawa clarifts, strangely. "I'll be watching."
"Oh!" The boy says, although his tone is a little bit off. "I know, don't worry! I won't be doing anything."
Aizawa stares into the boy, as if he could turn into stone.
A moment passes.
And then he walks out of the classroom as if he's done with all of their shit combined. Well — to be fair, if Izuku was the teacher, he'd be done as well with the universe.
An immediate awkward silence emerges.
Well… how hard could it be?
"So," Kirishima says with a dry laugh. "How did you get here?"
The boy puts a finger on his chin, as if he’s pondering about it. "Ah, sorry. It's pretty blurry on how I got here, I'm afraid I can't answer that at the moment."
"No," Kirishima says, shaking his head. "It’s totally cool."
The boy looks curiously at him. "I'm sorry — I haven’t gotten your name yet. What is it?"
Kirishima, as well as the rest of the class — was caught off guard. "You don’t know my name?" He sputters, surprised.
The boy shakes his head. "Sorry no — I don’t go to U.A High."
Perhaps that was the biggest surprise of it all.
"You don’t go to U.A.?" Jirou asks, out of surprise.
"No," he says, shaking his head. "I go to a normal high school."
Wait, what?
An immediate shock follows.
There couldn't be a way — there's no way that it could be true. It was as if Izuku’s brain was blown away with a million grenades and his perception of Kacchan perhaps changed with this confession. Izuku couldn’t believe it. Of course, he couldn’t. Who could believe such an unbelievable thought?
Kacchan couldn’t be anything other than a hero.
“W—what?” Izuku blabbers, accidentally.
The boy turns around to stare at him, his shoulders tense up a bit and a quick look passes over his eyes before quickly melting away. The rest of them also turn to look at Izuku. Kacchan also must’ve looked shocked with him not trying to be a hero, he looks at the boy as if he grew another head. Izuku swallows a clump in his throat and laughs awkwardly.
“No! Sorry!” Izuku awkwardly says, “It’s just that I can’t imagine you being…” Not a hero.
“Oh,” the boy responds. This is the first time they’re interacting with each other. The first thing that they’ve ever said to each other. Hard to believe really, Izuku can’t even remember the first meeting he had when he met Kacchan.
“Well,” the boy begins, “I used to want to be a hero but, you know — thought it didn’t fit me and all… so I switched. But I’ve talked enough about me, about you—”
“Because you were a pussy?” Kacchan chirps in, interrupting. His red eyes bore into the boys, clearly not impressed.
“No,” he says rather coldly, stiffening his stance. “You seem much more of a villain than a hero to me, tell me — have you thought about going to villainy?”
“You fucker!” Kacchan yells, getting out of his seat. “Come at me, you pussy!”
“Come on Kacchan…” Izuku says, gesturing his hands to stop. “Let’s all calm down…”
“He’s right,” the boy says, calmly. Unlike Kacchan. He ignores Kacchan as he then smiles gently at Izuku. “How is your time here?”
Alright. Definitely not Kacchan.
“Um,” Izuku squeaks, a blush forming on his cheeks. Right, he never had actual Kacchan be this nice to him. “It’s good, I have lots of friends here.”
“How did you get here?” The boy asks curiously, his stance seems as if he’s not really interested, as if he’s just talking for the sake of it. He's trying to not act as if he’s interested, but his face barely manages to pull it together. Even if this boy isn’t really Kacchan — Izuku could spot a little similarity: his eyes as they’re are staring right into his soul, not daring to blink or else he’ll miss the sight. The sight that he might lose grasp off.
“Oh you know — my quirk…” Izuku awkwardly laughs. Ohhhhh shit.
“Your quirk?” The boy sputters, confused.
“Yeah! It — um — manifested before I did the U.A entrance exam.,” Izuku explains, it seems like a very fishy explanation but it’s not like its possible that you can give away quirks, right?
The boy grows silent for a minute, making Izuku more tense by the second.
“Really?” He says, a bit quiet. “That’s interesting.” He could have heard him inhaling a little bit.
What does that mean?
Izuku nods. “Yeah! It was very confusing but — you know… I learned to control it over time!”
“Bro, you didn’t tell us you got it before the U.A entrance exam!” Kaminari lightly punched his shoulder, shocked.
“Oh — it’s really not a big deal,” Izuku says, laughing a bit.
“No!” Iida says, “You could’ve told Aizawa and the staff could’ve given you some accommodations! This is a very serious matter considering that you hurt yourself a lot earlier this year.”
“You hurt yourself?” The boy asks, worried.
“No! And besides, I needed to catch up with you guys!” Izuku defends, “It wouldn’t do so good if that were to happen, I’m glad things came out as how they were.”
The boy becomes quiet throughout the whole thing, quietly piercing through his skull while everyone talks over him. Quietly observing Izuku and its every step. Didn’t help that Kacchan was also looking at the two, Izuku felt as if every move was just watched. He didn’t like the feeling and started to feel uncomfortable, and so, he excused himself.
“Sorry guys,” Izuku hurriedly says, excusing himself. “I’m going to the washroom.”
And with that — he was on his way. Although, not without people watching him.
***
Izuku splashes water onto his face and looks at the mirror. Completely exhausted and trying to process what just happened down there. He was completely alone in the washroom too. Not knowing what to do, he washes his hands and dries them with a paper cloth. And when he’s going to turn around, he sees something in the corner of his eye.
The boy.
Izuku yelps and frantically turns around — jump-scared. He hits the counter behind him and hurts his back. Izuku looks over at the boy, not saying a single word to him. How long was he even there?!
“Um,” Izuku says, “what are you doing there?”
“Are you hurt?” The boy asks, ignoring the question. The boy goes closer to Izuku, and his hand falls on his back, he then rubs it. Izuku awkwardly looks over, not knowing what to do.
“Um, I’m alright,” Izuku says, not looking at him. The boy who wears Kacchan’s face is uncharacteristically nice, way too nice to be honest. Way too honest for Izuku’s small heart. Despite him being a little touchy and kind of invading his space and also kind of creepily staring at Izuku for god knows how long. He looks exactly like Kacchan, which kind of hurts. Technically, he was Kacchan. But not the Kacchan he knew off. He liked Kacchan, despite his rude demeanour and his meanness, he loved his ambition and his dreams. This boy, however, lacked any of it. All the things he loved about Kacchan, just got sucked away when he met this boy.
“Are you sure?” He asks, his eyebrows creasing.
Izuku nods awkwardly, and the boy then slowly takes his hand off Izuku. And they stand there, just for a minute-long silence.
“Um, sorry — B–Baku—” Oh goodness, it’s way too hard saying Bakugo. Rolling that word from his tongue is like ripping his tongue away from him.
The boy’s eyebrows furrow. “Why are you calling me that? You called the rude version of me Kacchan.”
“Oh,” Izuku says dumbly. “Well, I don’t know if you’d like it—”
“I would love it,” the boy interrupts, “I would love for you to call me that.”
Oh. His Kacchan would never say that to him in a million years — if not, an eternity. His Kacchan would never say those words, even if he was getting tortured. Izuku would bet that his Kacchan would rather die than say that to him.
“O—oh alright K–Kacchan,” Izuku stutters, the words rolling unnaturally from his mouth.
However, the boy seemed to adore it. His face almost seems… giddy, filled with excitement. He then comes closer, as he then suddenly hugs Izuku out of nowhere. Izuku has never received a hug from Kacchan. Even when they were kids, little Kacchan would have never hugged him. Especially now, even if their relationship has gotten a bit better — Kacchan would literally jump into the lava if he had to hug Izuku. But this boy seems so nice, so caring, that he almost seems to be the real deal.
He almost seems like Kacchan.
Izuku kind of starts feeling… emotional? It’s hard to tell honestly, Izuku soaks in everything, really. He hugs him too but this other Kacchan hugs him tighter. It’s kind of easy to forget that they’re hugging… in a public restroom. Izuku wasn’t really the type of person to do this… in a public restroom but at least they were alone… right?
Finally, Izuku lets go, kind of wobbling back but the boy grabs him easily, which is kind of weird but Izuku would let it slide. He has never felt so much affection from Kacchan before. They’re very close together, which is kind of uncomfortable. Though, Izuku is alright with this… very uncomfortable stance.
“We should go,” Izuku says, “it’d be very weird for someone to spot two guys doing um…”
“Hugging?” This Kacchan asks, an eyebrow-raising “What’s wrong with hugging? Unless you don’t want it—”
“No, no!” Izuku replies, shaking his head. “It’s just um…”
“Don’t leave,” This Kacchan says, interrupting. Intensely fixating on him. “I want more alone time with you.”
“You do?” Izuku asks, squeaking. He’s never felt this special from Kacchan before…
“Of course I do,” Katsuki says, smiling. He looks so happy right now… it feels… strange.
“Well um… what high school do you go to?” Izuku asks, awkwardly.
“Oh — I go to Musutafu High School,” Kacchan responds, then looks down. “I know it’s not… what we both wanted to become but it’s something, right?”
“Ah… isn’t that an elite school or something?” Izuku asks again, mumbling. “You’re very smart Kacchan.”
He smiles, not like his previous or usual Kacchan grins, they were a bit maniacal this time. “Really? Izuku? I am?”
“Um… yeah,” Izuku awkwardly responds, looking for a way out.
His hands press onto Izuku’s shoulder, tightly for some reason. “I suppose you’re smarter — you’ve always been muttering about those quirks and you were so smart… you always had such a great mind, perhaps you tell me all about your quirk analysis, I would love to hear them! You always made the best ones!”
As much as Izuku liked getting praised, as much as he never received any type of praise from Kacchan before, he was also starting to get more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He would usually jump off on happiness and would dance but right now — he can’t really explain it. He looked around this Kacchan, but the hand on his shoulder also kept getting tighter by the minute as he was then starting to walk back, slowly; this Kacchan also then started to walk more towards him, until suddenly — Izuku bumps right into the corner of the restroom.
“Um,” Izuku says, “we should go.”
“But I haven’t gotten to know you yet.” Izuku is going to die out of claustrophobia and out of sheer embarrassment.
“What the fuck?”
Both of their heads rapidly turn around to see the actual Kacchan standing at the restroom doorway, looking as if he wants to punch someone. Most likely because he does want to punch someone.
“Hello,” nice Kacchan says, rather smugly. Izuku then awkwardly squeezes out of the corner to try and exit the washroom. However as he tries to do this — nice Kacchan prevents him from doing so. Can’t this get any more awkward?
“I wanted to get a dump, not to see two guys…” Kacchan couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Doing what?” The boy says, tilting his head. Almost as if to mock him. “What is it?”
It’s very weird seeing two Kacchan interacting with each other. And it’s almost like they’d die before having to be near at least 3 feet next to each other.
“Fuck off,” Kacchan spits, “Deku over there looks like he’s going to kill himself.”
Somehow, the boy flinches hard as if he was stung by that, It's almost as if it was a sore spot for him. The look on his face completely took a hit on Izuku. He has never seen Kacchan get hurt by another guy’s comment.
“That’s not true,” Izuku defends him, feeling bad. “He’s a very nice guy, he’s treated me with nothing but kindness, right Kacchan?”
He just stares at him.
“Right,” Izuku clumsily says, “I’m just going to… go.” He then proceeds to awkwardly move out of the way and then tries to exit the area. Actual Kacchan just seems dumbfounded by his response, as if Izuku just blew away his mind and nice Kacchan is just staring at him without a reaction. All within a public restroom, it’s definitely one of the weirdest encounters Izuku has ever had within his entire lifespan.
Too shocked to even processs on what has happened, he leaves the washroom in a scurry, intensely grateful that he’s out of that weird situation. Even if a slow creeping feeling crawls onto his guts.
It's just his mind overthinking, right?
(He doesn't know)