Okay, today's prompt is Time Travel. So, this means we're gonna have the original bois, and their older selves. Their older selves will be referred to by first name, whereas the originals will be referred to as younger Eijirou / Katsuki. So creative, I know.

Also, I have absolutely no Internet or Wi-Fi right now, so I'm gonna pray that this'll go out on the right day. If not, I apologize.

Older Eijirou's POV

A loud thud came from the couch on the living room.

"Katsuki, you're home early," I said with a laugh before walking into the living room.

Only to not see my husband of 12 years, but a younger version of myself  and my husband.

They were both tied up.

The younger version of myself managed to break out.

"Bakugou, hang on, give me a second," he mumbled.

Younger Katsuki was yelling and screaming, but it was muffled by a mask.

"What the fuck?"

The two stared at me, and younger Katsuki passed out.

"Who the hell are you?! Where are we?!" Younger Eijirou stood in front of younger Katsuki, with his skin fully hardened.

"Uh... hang on. Let's get Katsuki out of his bonds," I sighed, beginning to walk toward the passed out blond.

"I'd like to know who you are first!" I was stopped by the young redhead. "I have a guess, but I'm gonna pray that ain't the case,"

"Take a guess, Kirishima," I said, crossing my arms with a sarcastic eyebrow raise. "What could this possibly be?"

"Damn, why do I sound so fucking pissy when I'm older?" he mumbled.

"Rude," I scoffed. "Now will you let me help?"

Crouching down to the passed out blondie, I got to work on removing the huge Quirk prohibiting block around his hands.

"Damn, I forgot they used these!" I laughed at the nostalgia.

"God, how old are you?" Younger me asked.

"32,"

Staring and blinking was all younger me seemed capable of before getting the muzzle off of the young blond.

"Not to be autosexual, but damn do I look good for 32,"

"Damn right you do!" I grinned. "Let's put him down on the couch,"

I picked up the blond, threw him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and put him down only a few steps later.

"Wait, you're married already?!"

"Have been for 12 years," I smiled at the younger me.

"To who?!"

Before I could respond, the door opened to our apartment.

"Hey, Eiji, I'm ho--"

My husband stood in the doorway, his mask in his hands, and a deer-in-headlights look on his face.

"Holy shit,"

"Come sit down," I said, patting a spot on the couch next to me.

Slowly, in the weirdest funk I've ever seen him in, Katsuki sat down beside me.

Younger Eijirou was looking between me, the passed out Katsuki, and my Katsuki.

But when my Katsuki locked eyes with Younger Eijirou, they just stared at each other.

I'm genuinely surprised at how quiet Katsuki is being.

"I'm pretty sure I pieced this together," Younger Eijirou began, voice cracking. "But I'm totally unsure as to why?"

"Why we got married?"

"And you said you've been married for twelve years?!"

"Well, the thirteenth anniversary is coming up," I said, Katsuki only nodding.

"ALMOST THIRTEEN YEARS?!"

"Yes,"

"Babe, I'm not hallucinating, right?" Katsuki finally spoke up.

He had gone pure white, almost as if he had seen a ghost.

"Nope. This is the younger us. The younger Kiribaku, as Mina would call it," I grinned at my husband, who only rested his head on my shoulder.

"Aw, babe,"

A quick peck on his forehead brought him back to life a little.

"So, when do you think Bakugou is gonna wake up?" Younger Eijirou asked.

"Well, usually, when he passes out, it doesn't quite last this long," I frowned, looking at the blond boy with marks on his mouth and wrists.

"How old are you two?" Katsuki asked.

"Sixteen," Younger Eijirou said.

"When did he pass out?"

"Like, three or four minutes ago,"

"Give him another minute,"

I stared at Katsuki, who stood up.

"I'm gonna go get him a glass of water for when he wakes up.  Eijirou... Eijirou... do you guys want anything?" Katsuki asked.

"Could you get me a glass of lemonade, dandelion?" I asked, getting an amused snort from my husband.

"Uh-huh. What about you, squirt?" Katsuki called from the kitchen.

"N-nothing, thank you,"

"Eiji, I miss the days when you'd get that easily flustered," Katsuki groaned.

"Shut up, Katsu. I miss the days when you could fuck--"

"Finish that sentence, and I'm breaking your wrists," my husband deadpanned, handing me the glass.

"I don't face the same fate you did, and not be able to hold you up while I--"

"THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!" Younger Eijirou screamed with an aggressive flush.

"KIRISHIMA!" Younger Katsuki woke up, looking around.

"Bakugou!"

Younger Eijirou was wrapped in the tightest hug I've ever seen from Katsuki, ever.

"Did they hurt you?" Younger Katsuki pulled back, holding younger Eijirou's face in his hand.

"No, no, I'm okay," younger Eijirou cupped younger Katsuki's face. "Are you hurt?"

"Who cares?" Younger Katsuki asked, sounding relieve younger me was okay.

"I do!"

The two engulfed each other in a hug again.

Only for younger Katsuki to pull back, looking pale.

"Here's a water," Katsuki handed his younger self the glass, which was quickly chugged.

"You aren't looking too good. Here, let's get you some medicine," I said, putting a hand out.

"I can do it myself," younger Katsuki mumbled.

I brought him into our kitchen, and while looking for something to help his headache, I decided to ask him some questions.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Never. And we have been married for how long now?"

"12 years,"

"Cool,"

"You're taking this much better than younger me did,"

"Yeah, well I could put two and two together, y'know? But whatever. Who confessed and when?"

"Both of us on your 17th birthday,"

"Lookin' forward to it,"

"Good,"

"What's the deal with older me? He looks like he's gotten fucking thrown into a garbage disposal,"

"Lots of villains had to be fought. Especially when you're one of the top three heroes,"

"Deku's number one, isn't he?"

I didn't respond, which gave him his answer.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"No one really was," I sighed, giving him some pills.

After swallowing them dry, we all sat down together and talked for a while.

Apparently, they were hit with some time travel Quirk, which only lasts a half an hour, so they'd be disappearing any minute.

They asked us questions, which we happily answered all the way until they left.

Once it was just Katsuki and I, we snuggled on the couch, his head on my shoulder.

"I remember those days. So independent, never letting anyone know how you felt... you were such a little shit,"

"Hey!"

"But you're my little shit,"

"... hang on. You're? As in you are? Not you were?"

"Oh, would you look at that, I've got patrol--"

"GET BACK HERE!"

A/N: Not much to say! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark