Timeless Love (Pro!Baku x teen!Deku)

[LovelyBones]

Izuku had no real idea what he was in for when they'd finally make it to the agency-- let alone didn't know the other was a model in his spare time. Though, with how form-fitting the other's clothes were, he wasn't struggling to put an image in his mind. Katsuki was built strong, sturdy.... and with such big hands, even without those gloves providing bulk, he knew well that they would feel amazing on his face, over his back--

What the Hell was that? Izuku, why was your mind wandering that way?

After roughly shaking his head of those thoughts, he was greeted by Katsuki's response, which flustered him once more. "Of course you could, you grew, Kaachan!!" His voice cracked, before looking at his small, pathetic frame. He was like a twig, really. Short, thin, the very definition of a wimpy nerd-- Izuku, stop thinking that too. You're better than this!! Izuku carefully climbed onto Katsuki's back once the other came to his height, clinging as securely as he could. Kaachan was so warm, broad.... just hanging on like this felt comfortable. Now, it was just a simple matter of making sure to hold on.

"P-please don't let me fall...." Izuku stressed softly, especially as he tried to be as secure as possible. "A-are you going to use your quirk to fly?" He asked curiously, wondering if Katsuki knew how to do that now or not. Izuku had always speculated in his notebook, wanting to be able to help Katsuki however he could, despite everything. Being so close to Kaachan.... Izuku was glad the other couldn't see his face right now. He was all red again, clearly unaccustomed to being so close to anyone like this. Plus.... Kaachan smelled nice, at least to Izuku. Did Kaachan have cologne based on his scent, yet? He wondered what all sorts of merch the other would have.... Guess he'll find out, won't he?

[NicTheDjinn]

"I could do it back then too. You've always been a shrimpy kid," he teased, though it lacked the maliciousness of his youth. "Make sure to hold on tight, but even if you do fall, I'll catch you. I promise you won't hit the ground." Once he'd settled on his back, large hands took hold of thin thighs and as he stood, he bounced him up into a better position, making sure his ankles were properly hooked and arms firm around his neck and shoulders. "I could already fly by the end of middle school, but it wasn't legal for me to do it outside of training facilities. I was a little clumsy in middle school, but by the time I took the Yuuei entrance exam I had a good handle on it. Alright, here we go. Oh, uh, it's gonna be loud. Nothing I can really do about that."

With that final warning, he crouched down low again, body growing tense under the little teen. What appeared to be orange electricity crackled around him, something his quirk certainly had never done in Izuku's experience... He gripped onto those thighs again to make sure he wouldn't fall during the initial jump then the next moment he was jumping straight up into the air as high as he physically could, hands reaching down to level out properly. The moment he reached the tiny hang at the top of his quirk-assisted jump, he finally let go of the boy and leveled his hands out behind them, setting off his own quirk. They were launched forward and on their way. Each new explosion drove them forward, their horizontal position actually giving Izuku a very stable place to rest. He could still fall with each new surge forward, but so long as he kept a firm grip he would be fine.

Meanwhile, Katsuki's mind was still buzzing. He'd accepted at this point that he would never see Izuku again and yet here he was. How was he supposed to handle this? What was he supposed to do? Even worse, how was he supposed to explain to the boy that five minutes ago your miserable life was normal, but now he's homeless and an orphan? He supposed the last part wasn't exactly true... He wouldn't let him live on the streets. He would take him in if allowed to and if he wasn't, he would do everything he could to find a family that could take him. Honestly? He hoped the greenette would come live with him. He'd missed him more than he realized and he'd been pretty fucking aware of it. How would Izuku react to his roommate back home...? Would he be excited? Disappointed...? There was no way of knowing till he got there, he supposed. Ugh, he hated having so many unknowns...

[LovelyBones]

All Izuku could do was pout in response to the blonde's teasing, and huffing softly. He ate well, he just.... grew stringy, with no meat to his bones. And, it was even more apparent when Katsuki had held his thighs to raise him a bit higher about his waist, making a few last checks as he gave the rightfully nervous teen his promises. When warned that the ride was going to be loud, he nodded against the other's back. He knew how loud Katsuki's explosions could be-- and they were even louder up close, even when small. Hopefully he won't have a headache before they got to the agency. Or, well, one worse than what he had already.

However, when he saw the orange crackles light upon the other's skin, Izuku was distracted for only a moment, before they were soon launched into the air, right on up there with just a bound alone. How did Kaachan get so good with his legs?? Though, it didn't matter too much, once they were flying properly. Naturally, Izuku tucked his face into the other's nape, wanting to protect his face from the harsh speed-wind, especially his eyes. If he ever rode again, he'd need goggles, at least, if he were to be able to enjoy the view. For now though, he was just glad to be with Kaachan, alone in the sky, just them two. There was no one to look at him on the street, wondering why the hell he was so attached to the pro hero.

Though, in the sky, he thought about his mother again, how she mist be smaller than he last remembered, greyed, and sweetly wrinkly. The thought of being in her arms after so long, at least for her, would feel so nice.... He would be fine, taking care of her, making sure she was happy and comfortable, try to make up for lost time. He would apologize for being so careless, for worrying her.... He would remind her he loved her to the moon and back, and he wasn't going to leave her again.

Sadly, all those bittersweet desires would only be sad dreams, left unfulfilled.

[NicTheDjinn]

Oh, that pout was unfairly cute. Was he always this cute? He must have been... How hadn't he noticed when he was a teenager? Sure, he'd realized that Izuku had something aesthetically going in terms of being cute, sort of like a puppy, cute by default, but just because puppies are cute doesn't mean you like them. He was coming to realize that he wasn't just cute in passing, he was actually attractive. To think, he was so fully caught up in his inferiority complex that he hadn't even noticed, hell, refused to even consider such a thing. What a dumb brat he'd been...

Once the boy was situated properly and he was sure his grip was secure, he took off and thankfully the boy clung to him just fine. He couldn't help the amused smile that came as he hid his face against him, probably hiding from the wind. He couldn't blame him. While he was used to it, he understood that this wasn't exactly a pleasant thing for other people. Still, a part of him couldn't help wanting to show off at least a little now that the one person he'd worked so hard to please was suddenly there to see it. He didn't try talking to him while he flew them towards the agency a pair of well placed explosions at a time because he knew that the wind would just whip their words away. What would he even say to him anyway...? If nothing else, flying gave him a moment to think on the situation.

Being given a moment to think really wasn't helping much, if he were honest... It wasn't just some happy, very delayed reunion... If Inko had held on a little longer, things might be a bit different, but Inko had passed and he didn't know what happened to Izuku's father. Honestly, he didn't even remember the man, he was just... Absent. Regardless, Izuku didn't have a home to go back to and that was a hell of a hurdle to have to try and deal with... An even bigger hurdle was breaking to the boy that his mother had passed of a broken heart. While he could offer him a place to stay or find somewhere else for him, there was no replacing the ever-doting woman. He missed Auntie greatly and he couldn't imagine how the ever-sensitive greenette.

Suddenly the trip felt like it was too short as he carefully brought them down to land, reaching back to help keep the boy stable as he got down. "You alright?" With a moment to orient himself, Izuku would find that they were now standing outside of Death Arm's hero agency. What's more, once he was sure the other had found his footing again, he started making his way towards the building, confirming that this was their destination.

[LovelyBones]

When they finally landed, Izuku was glad for the help down, his limbs somewhat shaky as he stood on solid ground again. Though, his balance wasn't the best as he held his head on one side, squeezing his eyes shut. Yeah, the headache was aggravated, bordering on a proper migraine now. "C-could be better.... I'll need something for my head, though...." He admitted as he followed the hero on steady enough legs. He remembered this agency-- how it seemed simpler before. Now, it was larger, presented better. Izuku wondered if the agency's namesake was retired, or still working in some capacity. Then, came more innocent questions: who all were new, and who were well-seasoned, and who had retired?

God, how old is All Might, now? Everyone speculated he was maybe in his forties back in his original time....

"Kaachan, uh.... wh-where should I wait for you? O-outside the locker room, or the lobby....?" Izuku asked when he saw they were in the building proper now, the lights a bit too bright. They also had a near-silent, yet deafening hum to him at the moment. It was really unpleasant. He couldn't wait to go home as soon as Katsuki thought he was safe to. The blonde would allow him a day of rest before any reports could be done, right? "Say.... Is mom still at home? If she had to be put into professional care, that's okay!! Do you know when I can see her again?" He asked, unaware that his sweet mother was long gone, as well as his childhood home. It was sad, really....

At least Izuku still had his Kaachan.

[NicTheDjinn]

His head hurt? Sadly not uncommon for people he rescued, though most were so rattled by the fate they had just escaped that few ever complained about the side effect. While he was technically rescuing Izuku as well, it wasn't exactly the same. There wasn't anything actively putting them in danger, just a dull sort of stress. "Sure, we'll get you something for that." He promised, trying not to feel embarrassed that showing off a little had unintentionally made the teen feel worse than he already did. That didn't help ease the guilt of knowing he would be making him feel so much worse soon enough.

Once he was sure the greenette had found his footing, he lead the way inside. "The lobby, yeah. Not really supposed to let anyone into the back and I won't be long." He assured on, holding the door for him then stepping inside after him. He couldn't say he was surprised that his entrance wasn't missed and commented on as soon as the door gently thunked shut.

"You're back early. Not gettin' lazy on me, are ya ki..." And there he was, a bit older than Midoriya might remember him. Though he was in uniform, he was seated behind a desk in the lobby and appeared to be working at a computer rather than patroling as most would assume. The blue-clad pro stood himself up, openly staring at the greenette before turning an astonished look towards the blond.

"Trust me, I'm more shocked than you could ever be. Timetravel quirk I think. I'm gonna get changed, see what he can tell you. I'll be taking him under my care." Informed the blond, not so much as slowing down as he headed towards an 'employees only' door. "And... His head hurts so..."

"Yeah... Yeah, I got 'im. Go get changed and clock out." Urged the tall man before turning his attention back to Midoriya. "I'll be damned... Why don't you tell me what happened to ya? Every detail helps. Did you see anyone before you got here?" Prompted the man, opening a drawer in his desk and pulling out a large bottle of generic pain killers. From this bottle, he pulled out a single pill, placing the bottle away and fetching the boy a paper cup of water, offering them both to him. There was something strange with this whole scene though... This was Death Arms' agency... Why was Bakugou out on patrol while Death Arms himself was seemingly delegating himself to desk work? More alarmingly, every question about Izuku's mother and home seemed to go ignored or deflected...

[LovelyBones]

"Th-thanks, Kaachan.... it was fun, though! Next time, I'll need goggles and ear plugs." He smiled tiredly, hoping he hadn't made the hero feel bad. Maybe they could go flying again, show Izuku around? He was grateful for Katsuki holding the door open for him, and nodded softly when the other explained he had to stay in the lobby. "That's okay, I can wait." He assured softly, watching Katsuki walk away, before worrying at his sleeves.

Though, when Death Arms made himself known, and openly looked at the greenette in shock, Izuku swallowed thickly, and ducked his head. Then, the two pros began to talk, and he felt.... awkward about it all. Sure, it was a freak accident, but.... The man had looked like he had seen a ghost, and Katsuki was so quick to leave him alone.... Something wasn't right. "A-all I remember about it is that I was shoved by someone in an alleyway into the trash not too far from here-- well, Kaachan flew us over here-- and.... Well, theperson looked like a man? Tall, lanky.... really skinny, like really, really skinny.... long, inky hair...." Now that he thought about it, the man he had encountered really was creepy, and obviously rude. Looked like something out of a horror movie, using a creature in the uncanny valley category, at least for the era it was filmed.

Izuku took the pill and drank the cup down easily, and looked around nervously. "Hey.... Death Arm? Do you know why Kaachan hasn't said anything about my mom yet? She's probably so, so worried-- if I made her sick...." he frowned, feeling guilty already. This poor boy was in for a world of pain, surely. "C-can I call her? Or-or do I have to wait to ease her into the fact I'm okay, so she doesn't faint? She's going to cry a lot, I know she will...." Izuku teared up, just thinking about it. "If only I went my usual way home-- I wouldn't have been a burden on everyone...."

[NicTheDjinn]

"I'll keep that in mind," honestly making a mental note to try and get the greenette some protective items in case they did this from time to time. Once they were inside, he was reluctant to leave him, but he knew Ogami would be fine taking care of Izuku for a little while and his hero experience might help shed some light on what exactly had happened other than some time shit. Fucking hell... This is not how he'd pictured reuniting with the greenette. Honestly, he'd expected a mostly decomposed corpse, at most, nothing like this...

Death Arms settled in to speak with a boy he'd known was dead for years, this fact making the whole interaction feel very mixed for him. On the one hand, it was a happy occasion to find out that the boy wasn't dead, but... everything would be different for him. He may not have lost his life, but he'd lost everything else in it. Well... Except for Katsuki, but even he would be a stranger to him now, wouldn't he? He decided it was best to focus on trying to solve the mystery of the kid's reappearance for now.

"Well, at least their appearance is very distinctive... Let's have a look." With that, he was making his way back to the computer and looking comically large working at the normal-sized equipment. He brought up the criminal database and started to plug in some of the keywords that had been given, letting the computer work. He froze at the boy's question, heart-dropping. The idiot blond hadn't addressed the boy's mother. Well, he wasn't about to clean up that particular mess for him. He may have agreed to allow him to work his ass off for a day or two in honor of his now not so dead friend, but his generosity had limits dammit. "He's avoided the subject, has he? Well, he'll be out in a few minutes, you can ask him about it again then. I don't feel like it's my place to talk about it if he hasn't. I can tell you that you aren't a burden though, just the victim of some very unfortunate circumstances. I'm sure Bakugou will help you through the whole thing if you let him."

The computer chimed, bringing up the few villains that matched all those keywords, followed by some that were close, but not exact. Focusing on the black hair, tall, and emaciated-looking ones first, eyes widening as he narrowed it quickly down to one based on quirk alone. His mouth ran dry, tongue peeking out to moisten dry lips. They'd gotten his quirk wrong.

"I think I found him..." The man motioned to the bio he'd pulled up, wordlessly prompting the teen to take a look. There on the screen was a man holding a numbered card from several angles. The lines behind him demonstrated his unusual height, emphasized further by how small the card looked held in his hand. Everything about him was long and thin like you'd taken a normal-sized person and stretched them to this size. Though the man was fully clothed, the way his skin stretched over bone and pushed at where the cloth rested hinted at an emaciated appearance, below the clothes to match his sunken eyes and prominent cheekbones. The man's hair was longer than Izuku would remember it, but it was the same inky black as before. Below the picture, information on the man was listed. Usuijikan, Yuganda. Age: 44. Height: 219cm. Weight: 49kg. Hair: Black. Eyes: Black. Country of Origin: Japan. Quirk: Banishment - The ability to make living things cease to exist via physical contact with all five fingers and palm of at least one hand. Current Status: Held in Tartarus Maximum Security Prison.

[LovelyBones]

Izuku watched as Death Arms began putting in the villain's details into the computer, swallowing a thick lump in his throat. While the sight of such a large man working on seemingly too small equipment was entertaining to see, the situation dulled any humor the poor teen could have had. Though, when the other still deflected his questions about his mother, Izuku finally gave up, hugging himself. It didn't matter if he wasn't a burden or not-- something was wrong, he felt alone, and all he seemed to have left to cling to was Katsuki now. Was it so wrong to know where his mother was?

Really, a dark, ugly voice in the back of his mind began to whisper a possibility Izuku had been denying the first time Katsuki didn't answer him, or even changed the subject. 'Mom is dead, and it's probably my fault.'

He came back to the present when Death Arms showed him the villain that had turned his life upside down, and he nodded shakily, a mix of fear and resentment in his expression. "Th-that's him, alright.... Wait, h-how many others did he shove to a different point in time??" He asked, thinking about how many missing persons could have been caused by that man-- it was a good thing he was in Tartarus. "I-I can't believe it.... N-no one else showed up out of the blue, like I did?" He asked nervously, before another dark thought came to mind. What if they had reappeared in something solid, unlike him? What if they had been made a part of the walls somewhere, or underground if they used to be in a basement, only to be filled for foundation? The thought made him sick-- made him feel lucky that he got off easy, considering the possibilities.

"S-so.... So what now? I-is there anything else I need to do, o-or will Kaachan take me home?" He asked, his tone betraying his nausea and anxiety. "I-I really don't feel well.... I-I just want to go home...." he sniffled, though he had, shockingly, ran out if tears to shed. Poor boy was a mess, wanted to lie down,and hope this was all just some bad dream. A horrible, horrible nightmare.

[NicTheDjinn]

So it was this villain. Great... This was not something he wanted to deal with, but he had little choice at the moment. He'd make sure it was clear that Bakugou was the one that should be contacted in the future instead. "Who knows... It seems like no one understood what his quirk actually did so we certainly can't assume we understand how it works." He could see the boy was already overthinking things. It wasn't to say that it didn't concern him, it obviously did, but it was highly unlikely they would do more than question him about his experience. Outside of that, he was at the mercy of the investigators, and worse, the villain that had sent him to their time.

"What you do now, is try to relax. If there's a way to send you back, it'll be found, but there's no sense in worrying about that till an investigation is conducted. I'll send off an e-mail with everything you've told me and make sure they know to contact Dynamight if they find anything out. I know it's hard, but do your best not to panic. Everything will be okay, one way or another." He assured as gently as he could, turning the monitor back towards himself to start drafting the very e-mail he said he would write. Damn kid, complicating his life... Still, he couldn't be upset with the blond for pushing to be allowed to work with his agency for the reasons he had. If he'd refused, he might never have found his long-lost friend and who knows what would have happened to the boy.

Before the older hero could respond, Bakugou came back out of the door he'd entered through. His spikes drooped just a touch from his shower, a suitcase held in each hand, and his clothes now casual street clothes. Said clothes consisted of a simple well-loved black t-shirt with a stylized white skull on the chest and a set of very loose-fitting black pants. As he drew closer, it was hard to miss the fact that he seemed to be wearing smokey eye makeup. This was actually the remains of his hero makeup, but he'd been in a hurry... Still, he looked unfairly good even though he'd spend minimal time cleaning himself up. "Find anything...?" He 'greeted', peering over the other hero's shoulder at the computer screen, heart sinking as the findings were shown and explained to him. "Shit... Alright, have them contact me with any information. Thanks for the help, old man."

He ignored the indignant response to the nickname he refused to give up, turning his attention to Midoriya then. "Ready to go? We're heading to my mom's house so I can cook. I was gonna make some katsudon to take to the cemetery. Guess you'll get to actually eat it this time..." He nodded towards the doors then in hopes of getting the boy going.