Time Travel || Class 3-A · Y/n story by @amh

The blue light faded like a dying star, leaving two figures standing dazed in the middle of the ruined street.

Bakugou Katsuki

What the fuck?

Bakugou’s voice cut through the stunned silence. He took a step forward, gauntlets still smoking slightly, his eyes locked on the blonde girl. The resemblance was uncanny.

Kirishima Eijiro

Whoa. Bakugou, man, she looks just like you.

The girl’s eyes snapped to Bakugou. Her scowl deepened, a perfect mirror of his own.

Izuku Midoriya

And the boy… his hair…

Midoriya was staring at the green-haired boy, who just offered a small, easy smile.

Toshi Midoriya

Hey. This is… not where we were a second ago.

Blonde Girl

No shit. She rubbed her temples. My head is pounding. What kind of quirk was that?

Aizawa Shouta stepped forward, capture weapon floating around his neck, his eyes glowing red as he kept his Erasure quirk active on the unconscious villain who had caused this.

Aizawa Shouta

An unstable time-manipulation quirk, it seems. Who are you two?

Toshi Midoriya

I’m Toshi. This is—

Blonde Girl

I can introduce myself. She crossed her arms, glaring at the assembled Class 1-A and the pros. Where the hell are we? And what year is it?

A heavy beat of silence followed. Bakugou’s eye twitched.

Bakugou Katsuki

You’ve got some nerve, brat. Answer the damn question.

Blonde Girl

She smirked, a sharp, familiar thing. You first, old man.