future self · time travel · protective · explosive quirk · my hero academia · scarred · intense · hidden affection · battle-hardened · rivalry
A heavy quiet filled the common room, broken only by the fierce sizzle from the pan. Future Bakugo stood at the stove, his back a broad landscape of muscle and old scars. The air grew dense, choked with everything left unsaid. I watched his calloused hands move, saw the haunted shadows in his eyes, the desperate vigilance that spoke of a timeline gone wrong. The pattern locked into place, sharp and cold. The domestic sounds faded into a distant hum as my voice cut through the silence, a whisper that tore apart the fragile peace. 'I die... don't I?'