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Assistant: Title: falling through time, falling in love, falling for you
        Author: definitelynotahunter definitelynotahunter 
        Chapter: 4/29 
        Summary: Izuku just wanted to do this one last patrol with Bubble Girl to finish up his work study requirements with the Nighteye Agency, maybe go and visit Eri in the hospital afterwards. He didn't anticipate a fight with a villain willing to dose themselves with Trigger.He didn't anticipate the villain having a temporal quirk.And he definitely didn't anticipate having to join his homeroom and English teachers in their second year at U.A.When the only way home is the long way, Izuku has to learn how to survive, how to keep his secrets, and how to guard his heart.
        Contents: Chapter 4: Chapter Four
    

    

        
          
          
            Izuku spends time with his new friends, both in school and out. He accepts a work study with His Purple Highness, and gets into the field for the first time as Epoch.
          
        

      
        
          
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  Hizashi’s heart was going to beat out of his chest. Izuku, Shouta, and Oboro were over for a sleepover, and when they’d settled onto Hizashi’s bed to watch a movie, he’d snagged the spot next to Izuku. They’d turned on a horror movie, and ever since the first time Hizashi had jumped half out of his skin, the taller boy’s arm had been wrapped around his shoulder. Hizashi was more than happy to take the opportunity to press close, flinching and pressing closer with every jumpscare. 
 
  Izuku squeezed him gently. “It’s over, Zashi, don’t worry.” 
 
  “I’ll turn on the next one!” Oboro snatched up the remote, clicking on the sequel to the movie they’d just watched, grinning wickedly. 
 
  Shouta slapped the remote out of Oboro’s hand. “No, f@ck you, if Zashi doesn’t sleep tonight he’s going to make it all of our problems.” 
 
  Izuku snorted, resting his chin casually on top of Hizashi’s head like the close, casual intimacy wasn’t driving the blonde insane. Hizashi was an incredibly tactile person, and it seemed that his habits were wearing off onto Izuku. “Why don’t we watch this one last movie, then afterwards we can watch something cheerful before we go to sleep?” 
 
  “I want to see the sequel, and Zashi’s got Izuku over there to protect him.” Oboro gestured at the two of them. 
 
  “I don’t need protecting!” Hizashi protested. He did not move away from Izuku though, making his claim significantly weaker. 
 
  Shouta sighed and scooched closer to Hizashi’s other side, lifting up the corner of the blanket to join in the cuddle and leech warmth. “Sure you don’t.” 
 
  Hizashi grinned at him happily, now tucked between two of his favorite people. He clung tightly to both of them through the entire movie, keeping careful control of his quirk whenever he got startled. Oboro turned on a cartoon afterwards, all of them thankful for the reprieve. “So Izuku, normally me and Shou share the bed and Obo sleeps on the futon because he says I kick, do you want to sleep up here with us or should I grab another futon?” 
 
  “Wherever you want me, I can sleep anywhere.” Izuku was unfairly handsome in his loose tank top and sleep shorts, eyes drooping with exhaustion. Shouta shrugged agreeably, and the three of them settled on the bed, Oboro happily on the futon by himself. They were close but not quite touching, and they fell asleep like that, wishing to be able to press closer. 
 
  When Hizashi woke up, he was almost overly warm, with a very comfortable pillow under his cheek. He whined when a bright light flashed behind his eyelids, pressing his face further into the pillow. The pillow that was breathing, and warm. He opened his eyes to see himself curled up tightly to Izuku’s side, face inches from Shouta’s who was in the same position, with one of Izuku’s arms wrapped around each of them. The light had come from a grinning Oboro, who was leaning over them with his phone in his hands, taking pictures. 
 
  “What the hell, Obo?” Hizashi whispered, unwilling to pull away even as his face flushed with embarrassment. He squinted up at his friend so he could read his lips, unwilling to put his hearing aids back in.
 
  “Just needed proof for Nem and Ten.” Oboro winked and crawled back into his own bed, leaving Hizashi to drift back off of his own accord. Izuku’s pecs really were comfortable pillows. 
 
  ~~~~
 
  Izuku watched as Satomi smoothed the pale lavender polish onto his nails. “I appreciate you guys inviting me to hang out tonight.” She and Reika had more or less dragged him into a self-care night, demanding some time with just the three of them. “I 
  
    do
  
   think I’m going to ruin this as soon as I go to the gym, though.” 
 
  Satomi just smiled. “That’s fine, I want to practice my nail art and it’s easier on someone else. And of 
  
    course
  
   we invited you, Shouta and his boys have been hogging all of your attention! We want a turn.” 
 
  Reika nodded from where she was leaning above him, his head laying back in her lap as she smeared some sort of mask onto his face. “Shouta and Minori refuse to join us for nights like these, and the different smells give Haru a headache. You’re letting us do whatever we want!” 
 
  “I’m just happy to be included.” Izuku tried to smile, but the mask was hardening on his face. 
 
  Satomi finished painting Izuku’s left hand, moving his nails to sit under a tiny fan. “Hold this still here. So, real talk,” she leaned forward with a grin, “who do you have a crush on?” 
 
  Izuku squeaked, thankful the mud mask hid his rapidly rising blush. “Nobody!” 
 
  Reika scratched at his scalp with a smirk. It felt nice enough to drain the majority of the tension from his body, regrettably lowering his defenses. “You’re an awful liar,” she teased.
 
  “I…” Izuku started, then trailed off, leaning into her hands with a groan. “I don’t know. Feelings are hard, and weird.” When they looked at him expectantly, he mumbles, “There’s… two guys.” First, he thought of Shouta. Quiet, kind Shouta, who’d started pouring a second cup of coffee for Izuku in the mornings, who always waited for him to walk to class, who grabbed extra snacks and watched Izuku like he could see right through him, understanding the things Izuku didn’t, 
  
    couldn’t
  
   say. How could anyone not love Shouta? Then he thought of Hizashi. Loud, bold Hizashi, whose smile could outshine the sun, who knew when to talk Izuku out of a spiral and when to just stay close and keep him grounded. Hizashi, who actually 
  
    asked
  
   for Izuku’s analysis on his quirk, who didn’t think it was weird or creepy at all. Hizashi was so easy to love. They were both so dear to him already, even after only a few months, he couldn’t bear to ruin what they had now with 
  
    feelings
  
  . 
 
  “Tell us who they are!” Satomi had taken his hand again and was using a tiny brush to paint little spiders onto Izuku’s fingers. “Maybe we could help?” 
 
  Izuku shook his head. “No, it’s hopeless.” He firmly reminded himself that he couldn’t in good conscience date either of them. He was their student in the future, and besides, they were clearly in love with each other. Ever since he’d met the two when he started at UA he’d thought they were married, and he was unwilling to let time travel make him ruin what they would grow to have.
 
  Reika tugged at his hair a bit. “Hey, I can feel self-deprecation going on in your brain, knock it off.” 
 
  “Any guy would be lucky to have you, Izuku!” Satomi was using an even tinier brush to clean up her lines. “You’re a catch!” 
 
  He sighed heavily, then admitted. “Shouta and Hizashi… But please don’t tell them! I think the two of them really belong together and I’d never want to get in the way of that!” 
 
  Reika squealed, wrapping her arms around Izuku’s shoulders and hugging him tightly. “I knew it! Izuku have you ever heard of a throuple?” 
 
  Izuku returned to his own room that night with adorable nails, clear skin, and a changed worldview. 
 
  ~~~
 
  Izuku grunted as Shouta threw him down on the mat. They’d been sparring for almost an hour now, swapping partners periodically with Oboro and Hizashi, who were rolling around on the next mat over. “I give, f@ck,” Izuku groaned, pushing himself to sit up. “I need a second, I think you punched one of my ribs out of alignment.” 
 
  Shouta grabbed both of their water bottles and snorted, handing Izuku’s over before sitting down next to him. “You’re one to talk, you caught me right in the kidney earlier.” 
 
  Izuku drained half of his bottle, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. “Fair enough, yeah.” He glanced over at the other two, who had resorted to a slapfight, both of them cackling madly. “We’re probably done for the day, huh?” 
 
  “Yeah, probably.” Izuku stretched his legs out in front of them, leaning forward to touch his toes for some cooldown stretches. “Wanna go out for dinner?” Shouta choked on his water, coughing harshly. Izuku leaned over to pat his back worriedly, helping to dislodge the water he’d inhaled. “Shou, you okay?” 
 
  “Yeah,” Shouta croaked, “I’m good.” He took another drink of water, cleaning out the obstruction. “Just went down the wrong pipe. You were saying though, dinner?” 
 
  Izuku nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah! I thought the four of us could try out that new ramen place downtown, I’ve heard they’ve got a good spicy option that’s 
  
    actually
  
   spicy that I want to try!” 
 
  Shouta swallowed back the disappointment that this was a group outing, not a date. A group outing was still a fun time. “Sure, sounds like fun.” 
 
  They showered and changed out of their gym clothes quickly, making their way to the new restaurant with all the eagerness of hungry teenage boys. Izuku politely greeted the hostess and they were seated at a table in the corner, presented with menus, and left alone. Izuku looked it over thoughtfully, leaning over and pointing at a spot on Hizashi’s menu. “They have the kind you liked at the other place.” 
 
  Hizashi perked up. “Nice, I’m just going to get that then.” 
 
  “Izuuuuu, you never remember what I like to order!” Oboro whined, laying dramatically across the table. 
 
  Izuku just snorted and rolled his eyes. “You get something different every time, how am I supposed to guess what you’ll go for this time?” 
 
  “Well what’re you gonna get?” Oboro looked over his menu with a pout, indecisive.
 
  “You don’t want what I’m going to get.” 
 
  Oboro’s pout deepened. “Why not??” 
 
  “Because I have a higher spice tolerance than you.” The argument stalled when the waitress came over, taking each of their orders in turn, with Izuku going last. “I’d like a number three please, and just 
  
    how
  
   spicy can you make it?” 
 
  The waitress huffed a soft laugh. “Don’t let the chef hear you ask that, he’ll take it as a challenge.” 
 
  “As spicy as you can bring yourself to ask him for then,” Izuku said agreeably, “I have a pretty high tolerance.” 
 
  “If you say so, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” She took their menus and left, turning in the ticket to the kitchen. 
 
  “You’re gonna die, Izu.” Shouta patted his shoulder. “We knew you well.” 
 
  Izuku just laughed. “I’ll be fine. So Obo, I wanted to talk to you about your quirk,” he launched into a long-winded spiel, debating with Oboro the pros and cons of trying to summon clouds within the enemy’s lungs. “It would stop a villain in their tracks!” He insisted. 
 
  “It would also 
  
    murder them
  
  ,” Oboro countered. 
 
  “Well sure but you’re not doing it to the pickpockets or purse thieves, I’m talking life or death last ditch effort type stuff.” Izuku was about to continue when the waitress returned, setting three blue bowls in front of the others before placing a red one in front of Izuku. 
 
  “Chef made sure this one couldn’t get mixed up with the others,” she said, crossing her arms and waiting for him to try it. 
 
  Izuku thanked her and picked up his spoon, blowing gently on the broth before taking a sip. He brightened happily, draining the spoon and smiling up at her. “It’s wonderful! Please thank him for me, this really reminds me of home.” It was almost as spicy as Auntie Mitsuki would make it, a warm burn making the bridge of his nose go pink. 
 
  She looked at him in surprise, nodding slowly. “Sure thing, kid…” She headed back to the kitchen, leaving them to their own devices. 
 
  Izuku picked up his chopsticks, picking up one of the soft-boiled eggs on top and biting into it. “How’s your guys’?” 
 
  Hizashi smiled at him, one long leg reaching across the table to knock their ankles together affectionately. “Good, glad you pointed this out, Zuku.” The conversation trailed off as they dug in, with Izuku being the first to finish. 
 
  Izuku wiped his mouth politely on a napkin. “I think I’m going to ask for a second bowl, do you guys want anymore?” All three agreed, so Izuku scanned the restaurant until the waitress caught his eye and came over. “Hello, could we get a second round each, please?” 
 
  She collected their bowls, nodding. “Sure, all the same thing?” 
 
  The other three said yes, but Izuku said, “could it be any spicier?” 
 
  The waitress blinked at him a moment, then nodded. “Sure, I’ll let him know.” She left once more, and they all heard a loud shout of surprise when she made it to the kitchen. 
 
  After a few minutes, she returned with the chef in tow, setting down another bowl in front of the other three while the chef himself sat one down in front of Izuku. “I want to watch you take a bite of this one, I don’t believe that the last one wasn’t spicy enough for you!” 
 
  “No no it was delicious! Your cooking is excellent, really,” Izuku stuttered. The chef just gestured to the bowl, and so Izuku took a bite, brows raising slightly. “Oh, this is even better, thank you sir!” He smiled politely, brow furrowing when the man stormed back to the kitchen angrily. He looked at the other three in confusion. “Did I say something wrong?” 
 
  Hizashi let out a loud laugh, then clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle himself. Oboro was giggling like a fool, clutching his stomach, and Shouta was laughing silently behind his own hand. “I think you just destroyed that man’s pride, Zu,” Shouta said. 
 
  “Oh. Well it is 
  
    really
  
   good, I hope he isn’t too offended.” Izuku just shrugged and tucked into his meal, savoring the burn trailing down his throat towards his stomach. He remembered the first time he’d eaten at the Bakugou’s, how his bowl had been swapped with Kacchan’s accidentally, and how that’d kickstarted his lifelong love of spice. The memory didn’t make him ache the way that it usually would, rather he looked back on it fondly, wondering if he remembered how to recreate his auntie’s curry. 
 
  ~~~
 
  Izuku was practically vibrating in excitement as he ate his lunch. “My hero suit is finally done!” Nedzu had given his old suit’s schematics to the costume-makers so it still had the same necessary support equipment, but it was redesigned so that the green of the body suit was replaced with a solid black, his gloves more streamlined and a deep crimson, and his shoes black with crimson accents. The metal bracing around his feet was a deep gunmetal grey, and he’d altered his mouthguard to match the braces’ color and reshaped it to look more menacing and less recognizable, somewhat like how he’d remembered Shinsou’s looking.
 
  “Just in time, we leave for our work study this afternoon.” Hizashi was draped over Izuku and Shouta’s laps like a big cat. Izuku wanted to pet him, but refrained. “I can’t believe you three 
  
    and
  
   Nem are all going together and I’m stuck at my own work study, so unfair!” 
 
  Nemuri dropped onto the blanket across from them, grinning. “I’ll take care of your boys Zashi, don’t worry.” 
 
  Tensei sat next to her, looking at Hizashi knowingly. “I’m sure you’ll survive without them for a few days.” 
 
  Hizashi whined dramatically, somehow melting even further against the other two. “You guys are gonna forget about me!” 
 
  Oboro laughed brightly. “You’re an idiot, Zashi.” 
 
  “We could never forget about you.” Izuku couldn’t keep his hands to himself anymore, and he stroked a hand through soft blonde hair. He smiled when Hizashi pressed into the touch like a cat, smiling so brightly Izuku could barely stand to look. 
 
  Shouta pinched Hizashi’s knee. “Quit being ridiculous.” 
 
  “
  
    Never
  
  , it’s half of my charm!” They all spent the rest of the lunch period discussing their work study placements, scrambling downstairs as usual when the bell rang. Izuku picked up his costume case, excited and nervous. He’d chosen to join Shouta and Oboro’s work study as their mentor was the only one willing to take an extra student on such short notice. He didn’t dare mention to Nedzu that he knew what had happened to Oboro the first time around, because if the stoat knew then he wouldn’t let Izuku change it. 
 
  Izuku, Oboro, Hizashi, Nemuri, and Shouta made their way to the train station. Hizashi’s work study was in the same part of the city, so they got to stick together a while before they had to get off at their own stops. “So is His Purple Highness good to learn with…?” 
 
  “He’s a bit eccentric, but I like him.” Oboro knocked his case against Izuku’s. “You ever done one of these before?” 
 
  They entered the agency, and Izuku held the door out of habit, letting his friends enter before following in behind them. “Oh yeah, I did an internship a while ago, then I’d just gotten off a work study when I transferred. Hopefully this work study will be easier than the last one.” 
 
  “What happened at your last one?” Nakaoji appeared as if out of nowhere, raising an eyebrow at the three of them. 
 
  Izuku did his best not to startle too hard. “Um, a lot of it is still classified, but we ended up having to raid a yakuza base and fight a lot of high tier villains.” He rubbed at a phantom ache in his arm. 
 
  His Purple Highness looked him over. “Well there’s not much yakuza activity in this area, so you should be able to at least avoid that.” He held out a hand, shaking Izuku’s firmly. “Tenma Nakaoji, you must be Izuku Kiyora, as I know my other three interns.” 
 
  “That’s me!” Izuku beamed at the hero, he’d read all about him in his own time. 
 
  “Wonderful. Go ahead and follow the others to the locker room, get in your hero suits, and be ready to go on patrol.” He shooed them away, dropping into one of the chairs in the entryway to wait for them. 
 
  Izuku followed his friends down to the locker room, going into the boy’s side with Shouta and picking an empty locker. He stripped quickly, pulling out his new costume with a smile. He’d miss the bunny ears on the hood, even if they were a little silly they’d always reminded him of his mother. He pulled it on quickly, fastening the mouthguard in place, and upon looking in the mirror he was struck by the fact that he didn’t recognize the man in the mirror. He pulled the mouthguard down quickly, and it helped a bit, but even after being here a few months he still wasn’t used to the way he looked now. 
 
  “Ready, Izu?” Shouta was adjusting his capture scarf, eyes trailing across Izuku’s new uniform. It 
  
    was
  
   rather impressive, and Izuku was thrilled to use it. 
 
  “Ready!” Izuku followed Shouta back out, eager to get back into heroing. “After patrol today, if everything goes well, do you think His Purple Highness will let us go get takeout?” 
 
  Shouta nodded. “Oh yeah, and don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be a normal day.” 
 
  ~~~
 
  Izuku sprinted after His Purple Highness, trying to figure out the best way to win against the enormous creature that was destroying the city around them. His Purple Highness barked out, “LoudCloud, Eraserhead, Epoch, you three are on evac duty. Midnight, call for backup and stick close by me. The Buster Union is already down for the count, we need to get this under control and 
  
    fast.
  
  ” 
 
  “Yes sir!” Izuku stuck with the other two and they worked swiftly, clearing buildings one by one, directing the civilians out and away. He caught a group of shrill voices and turned towards a tall building, trying to focus past the loud fighting behind him. “There’s kids in here!” 
 
  Oboro rushed over, appraising the building. “Me and Eraser are gonna go in, you stay out here and defend the kids we send out.” 
 
  Izuku nodded, feeling a black dread building in his gut, far beyond what he should feel even on a dangerous mission. He watched His Purple Highness doing everything possible to fend off the villain, Garvey, an enormous toad-like monstrosity that seemed hell bent on destruction, with no other real concerns. He shouted orders, directing civilians towards the evacuation zones, keeping a close eye on both the creature and the entrance to the crumbling building behind him. It looked to be an office building, and the ground floor had a ruined daycare sign in the window. 
 
  Oboro darted out, carrying two children under each arm and a few more on a cloud behind him. “There’s no teacher, I think the f@ck@r ran to save his own skin.” 
 
  Izuku scowled, then smoothed out his face and took the children from his friend, painting on a bright, winning smile. “Hey there kiddos, it’s alright, we’ve got you now.” He kept them corralled close to his legs, wishing he could take them and run. He wished Iida was here, either of them, to help evacuate the little ones quicker than anyone else could. He managed to flag down the evacuation team, making sure to keep a count of each child he sent along with them. 
 
  “Epoch!” When Izuku turned to look, he saw Shouta sprinting towards him with two more kids, nearly stumbling over rubble, passing the kids directly to an evacuation hero. “We need to get out of here, fast. Oboro’s grabbing the last couple kids, but I--” 
 
  With a thunderous 
  
    crack
  
  , His Purple Highness sailed through the sky, slamming into the side of the building Oboro was still in, taking out the main support pillar. Izuku’s body took over all reason, and he ran without thinking, feeling One for All 
  
    explode
  
   from his body, diving into danger with only one thought. 
 
  
    He wouldn't let Oboro die again.
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
          teehee :)happy early chapter, friends! with the holiday today I felt like giving yall a little extra, that's why this chapter's a bit longerI haven't read vigilantes but I crawled the wiki for the best information on how this stuff originally happened in canonmy birthday is Sunday and the best gift of all is comments! tell me what you think, are you mad at me for the cliffhanger? what do you think I'll do next? which scene is your favorite so far? who's your favorite character?should I kill Oboro? ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)'
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