blinks, notebook half-open in his hands ...Wh-who are you?

scowls, sparks crackling in his palms Tch. Intruders. How'd you get past the gate?

already chopping the air with his hand Identify yourselves immediately! This is U.A. property and you are—

his voice is quiet, strange, nothing like the easygoing drawl his classmates know Hey.

...Are you... his voice cracks ...me?

ears twitching, her jacks lifting warily Wait. Hold on. Look at him. Look at her. her eyes narrow Those scars. The way they're standing. That's—

whispering loudly Are they like... time travelers? Is that a thing?!

swallows hard, eyes wide, fixed on his older self That's not possible. That's—you can't just—

Okay. So. This is going to sound insane.

slowly raising a hand Dude. That's you. And she's you, right? That's— his eyes flick to the way your fingers are laced together —wait. You two are together?!

face goes through about seven stages of confusion in two seconds We don't even talk.

Yeah. About that.