[At this point in their relationship, he's pretty sure Bakugou wouldn't be... worried about him. Even at the point he remembers, that wouldn't be a word he'd use.]
[Yelled with his whole chest so immediately. Did you miss this, Izuku? Did you miss this harassment?]
-- but. [Here, he's suddenly gritting his teeth, letting out a frustrated noise before continuing.] Something's going on here. And you're the only damn person I recognize in this city. So you're gonna explain what's really going on. And you're gonna prove whatever stupid shit you're trying to hide behind.
Before he ends the call and goes to blast his way seaside, himself. Hopefully the seals will leave him alone today (they won't, it's a 7). He doesn't even know what he did to them.]
[But he WILL show up, probably right at that ten-minute mark, looking a little nervous. He's dressed completely casually, no sign of UA or All Might representation. He's carrying himself cautiously, but not unconfidently, and most importantly...
[His hand's not fucked up. There are zero scars.
[Also, there's a Hawlucha hanging out behind him and backing him up.]
[It's probably strange, seeing someone from distant memories in the flesh. Probably weird, to find him standing on a beach in the middle of America, wearing clothes that are just as casual. Just as meant for fitting in here, whatever the hell that means.
His hands are in his pockets, his eyebrows furrowed as he scowls at some spheals that are rolling in an ominous circle nearby. He swears they keep getting closer.
But then, there comes Deku. With a damn... luchador owl behind him? It's enough to make him pause, but it's everything else that puts him on edge.
The lack of the muscle that Deku had put on since middle school. A posture that is still anxious, but not anxiously confident the way he's gotten in front of Bakugou, lately. And more importantly-- his hand is completely in tact. It had barely been a full day since the sports festival, when he got pulled in here. But he'd seen that Deku's stupidly mangled hand had been healed.
Well, if you could call having crooked fingers and being covered in scars healed.
So, after a moment, Bakugou is shifting his stance into one that's a little more guarded, a little more like he's preparing for a fight. And his tone is low and serious as he says, quite simply.]
[Now, he's not too lean; he isn't anywhere near as buff as he'd needed to be back home, but he's got some power here. Power that Bakugou doesn't know about, technically, but it's pretty similar to what he knows Izuku can do... only he's had way longer to get used to it.
[Bakugou airs his demand, and Izuku levels him with a firm but anxious look.]
I did. I'm from this Earth. You're from a different one. That happens here. Some people remember their other lives, or.. that's what we think they are, anyway. Other lives, past lives... whatever they are. I have a lot of those memories, but... only til a few months after what you seem to know.
[Oh, the way Bakugou is halted in place so immediately. The way his shoulders tighten and he bristles before he turns around, eyes narrowed, teeth grit, and his mouth pulling down into a sneered out frown.]
... the hell did you say, Midoriya?
[There's something about that response that makes Bakugou want to push. He doesn't want this imposter to be the guy who drives him insane, sure. But it's somehow weirder to see someone who is exactly like Deku, just... a few degrees to the left.
[urk. Yeah, that's actually kinda scary, isn't it? Deku doesn't like it, but he also... doesn't like the idea of him walking away like this. Of being dismissed.
[He's standing his ground.]
You're writing me off even though I know so much about you? You don't even know what I can do.
[It's the eyes, isn't it? This kid's eyes are stubborn, sure, but they don't have that same light that Bakugou hasn't been able to kill back home. It pisses him off.]
I'm not gonna waste time finishing what someone else started.
[Why does this make him so mad? Why does he feel the need to bite back? He's being looked down on, and yeah, he knows this feeling. The memories have said enough to that effect. But it's different now, and no matter what he feels in his life as Midoriya Izuku, it still feels wrong to look at this face and feel rejection in this way. He's never been Deku, but it still feels personal.]
Are you that afraid of seeing a version of him that might be stronger than you?
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[At this point in their relationship, he's pretty sure Bakugou wouldn't be... worried about him. Even at the point he remembers, that wouldn't be a word he'd use.]
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[Yelled with his whole chest so immediately. Did you miss this, Izuku? Did you miss this harassment?]
-- but. [Here, he's suddenly gritting his teeth, letting out a frustrated noise before continuing.] Something's going on here. And you're the only damn person I recognize in this city. So you're gonna explain what's really going on. And you're gonna prove whatever stupid shit you're trying to hide behind.
Where are you?
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Give me some time. We can meet on the beach.
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[Is what he'll growl out, low and so, so annoyed.
Before he ends the call and goes to blast his way seaside, himself. Hopefully the seals will leave him alone today (they won't, it's a 7). He doesn't even know what he did to them.]
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[But he WILL show up, probably right at that ten-minute mark, looking a little nervous. He's dressed completely casually, no sign of UA or All Might representation. He's carrying himself cautiously, but not unconfidently, and most importantly...
[His hand's not fucked up. There are zero scars.
[Also, there's a Hawlucha hanging out behind him and backing him up.]
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His hands are in his pockets, his eyebrows furrowed as he scowls at some spheals that are rolling in an ominous circle nearby. He swears they keep getting closer.
But then, there comes Deku. With a damn... luchador owl behind him? It's enough to make him pause, but it's everything else that puts him on edge.
The lack of the muscle that Deku had put on since middle school. A posture that is still anxious, but not anxiously confident the way he's gotten in front of Bakugou, lately. And more importantly-- his hand is completely in tact. It had barely been a full day since the sports festival, when he got pulled in here. But he'd seen that Deku's stupidly mangled hand had been healed.
Well, if you could call having crooked fingers and being covered in scars healed.
So, after a moment, Bakugou is shifting his stance into one that's a little more guarded, a little more like he's preparing for a fight. And his tone is low and serious as he says, quite simply.]
Explain.
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[Bakugou airs his demand, and Izuku levels him with a firm but anxious look.]
I did. I'm from this Earth. You're from a different one. That happens here. Some people remember their other lives, or.. that's what we think they are, anyway. Other lives, past lives... whatever they are. I have a lot of those memories, but... only til a few months after what you seem to know.
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He hates Deku, because he knows Deku.
That asshole has been on his heels since they were kids. They've gone to the same school, been in the same class-- he sits in front of him, now.
And this Deku... he's annoying, sure. But he's missing that spark in his eye that really set Deku off.
So, at the end of that explanation, Bakugou is just curling his lip upward in a distasteful sneer.]
... so you're just an extra wearing his face. Tch.
[This is a waste of his goddamn time, then.
Which is why, after all of that, he's just going to turn to walk away.]
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[And he can't help but do something about it (9).]
... You're still that arrogant...
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... the hell did you say, Midoriya?
[There's something about that response that makes Bakugou want to push. He doesn't want this imposter to be the guy who drives him insane, sure. But it's somehow weirder to see someone who is exactly like Deku, just... a few degrees to the left.
And yet, he's daring to say shit like that?
His hand raises, sparks dancing across the palm.]
Wanna try that again?
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[He's standing his ground.]
You're writing me off even though I know so much about you? You don't even know what I can do.
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Who cares? You already look half dead.
[It's the eyes, isn't it? This kid's eyes are stubborn, sure, but they don't have that same light that Bakugou hasn't been able to kill back home. It pisses him off.]
I'm not gonna waste time finishing what someone else started.
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Are you that afraid of seeing a version of him that might be stronger than you?