She woke up with a ringing headache and heavy pounding in her ears. The last thing she remembered was fighting alongside Present Mic as part of her senior year internship. The man they’d been fighting had had an ambiguous quirk, and she’d been knocked unconscious when a green ray from his hand had struck her in the head.
She slowly ran through the things she knew. Her name was Kyouka Jirou. She was eighteen years old, she was a senior at UA high… Her mentor was Present Mic, her best friend was Momo Yaoyorozu… Good, everything was where it should be.
Except for the fact that she was laying on her side in a bed that clearly wasn’t a hospital bed and there was an arm wrapped around her waist. Her eyes snapped open and she felt her heart rate leap up. The person behind her, though still asleep, sensed her distress and grumbled into her shoulder blade.
She knew that voice, rough with sleep and quiet as it was.
Denki Fucking Kaminari.
She cleared her throat heavily, hoping to wake him and maybe get some insight on what was going on. He grunted, and his lips pressed to her shoulder as he wrapped his arm tighter around her and burrowed closer to her back.
Her whole face turned red. What was he doing? What was he doing here, also? Where was she?
Jirou shifted to look over her shoulder at the sleeping man behind her. He whined and gripped her tighter.
“Where are you going?” He asked softly.
“I have a few questions,” she replied bluntly.
“Mm. I’ll answer all your questions in ten minutes, beautiful,” he said calmly. She ignored her heart stuttering in her chest at the endearment. She shifted to lay on her back and Kaminari practically purred, settling his head on her shoulder and wrapping both arms around her.
She froze, suddenly feeling very awkward. Why was Kaminari so comfortable touching her? They were friends, of course, but there was never this kind of closeness between them. They’d never hugged or cuddled, or anything like this. His breath was warm against her cheek, and she shivered a little at the touch.
She swallowed hard, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. “Kaminari, I really think we should talk now.”
“Kaminari?” He sat up suddenly then, eyes foggy and confused. “Are you mad at me?”
“No. That’s your name.”
He frowned. “That’s not what you call me.”
She frowned back, and noticed that he was definitely not The Kaminari she was used to. He was… Well, to put it lightly- chiseled. He wore a loose tank top, but she could see his arms were built with layers of lean muscle and his chest was… Well defined as well. She swallowed hard and sat up, noticing her hair fall over her shoulders. How was it suddenly longer than it had been when she got knocked out?
“Um. I think something’s wrong.”
“Yeah, no kidding. What’s going on with you?”
“I… Where are we?”
“Our… Apartment… Kyo, do you have a fever? Are you okay?” He leaned forward and touched her forehead. She sat up straighter, batting at his hands.
“I’m fine. Don’t call me that. Why are you calling me that?”
“You’re my girlfriend? What kind of question-”
Kaminari blinked. “Um. This might be a weird question, but what’s the last thing you remember?”
“Present Mic and I were fighting this villain and he hit me in the head. I got knocked out and woke up here.”
“Oh. That’s today.” He flopped back on the bed, looking over at her pathetically. “You told me this was gonna happen. Didn’t think it would be today though.”
Jirou narrowed her eyes at him. “Kaminari, I’m gonna need you to stop being mysterious.”
He traced his fingers along her arm, and she was surprised by his seemingly continuous need to touch her. Finally, after a few moments, he spoke. “When we got together, you said that there’d be a day that you got switched with your past self. The guy that hit you? That’s his quirk, he can send people into their futures for a day. Leaves their bodies comatose in the meantime, usually he just kills the victim right then, and then the whole future gets erased anyway. Obviously Present Mic was with you, so right now you’re safe and sound in Recovery Girl’s office.”
“How do you know I’m in Recovery Girl’s office?”
“Because I’m there,” he responded bluntly.
He frowned at her. “Come on. Because I have a crush on you, obviously.”
Her jaw dropped a little, and then she snapped her jaw shut. “I… So I’m not dead? I’m okay?”
“You’re gonna be fine,” Kaminari said softly, sitting up again, through with his dramatics. “You just have to hang out with me for the day.” He reached up and gently tugged on her ear jack. “Could’ve told me so I could’ve planned for something else on our anniversary, but still.”
“C’mon,” Kaminari whined, “You can’t think that we lived together if we weren’t serious, right?” He tilted his head towards her, “Or are you just upset that you think I’m sexy enough to live with?”
Feeling heat rush to her cheeks, Jirou pushed at his face with her palms, looking away. “Shut up! I do not!”
“It’s okay if you say you like me. Sometimes you say… Other stuff, like how much you like when I put my-”
“Enough!” Jirou covered her face. “I don’t. I don’t.”
He chuckled, shoving the blankets away from him. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop teasing you for now. But I was planning on making you breakfast. You gonna let me?”
Jirou peeked through her fingers. “Yeah.”
“Perfect,” he grinned at her and dashed forward to press a kiss to her forehead before skipping out of the room. Jirou made a loud noise of disgust and shuddered, ignoring his laughter echoing from the hallway.
She looked around the room, trying to gather a few more clues about her life. On the bedside table was a photo of her and Kaminari, their arms wrapped around each other. Kaminari was smiling widely at the camera, and Jirou was smiling as well, but her forehead was pressed against his chest and her eyes were closed. She was clearly in love with him. Jirou shuddered again. Kaminari? Really? He was insufferably stupid, and while he was definitely one of Jirou’s closest friends, she knew she wasn’t his type. Not by a mile. So she was pretty curious as to how they’d ended up together.
She got to her feet, shuffling around in what she assumed was her own closet, given the assortment of band t-shirts and neatly folded pants. She settled on a black t-shirt and leggings, before freezing. It was their… anniversary. Was he taking her to dinner? Did she want him to take her to dinner? She blew out her cheeks, running her hand through her hair. This was going to be more difficult than she thought.
She decided not to do too much snooping around, not wanting to uncover something about her future she shouldn’t know yet. She didn’t know much, but sci-fi movies with time travel always recommended you know as little about your own future as possible. But surely exploring the apartment wasn’t off limits.
There were three guitars and a bass in their room alone, and Jirou was pleased to note that there were little musical touches everywhere. She could sort of tell which things were hers and which were Kaminari’s, based on how haphazardly they were scattered. She smiled a little- it was nice, seeing her stuff mixed with someone else’s in a way that felt coherent. It didn’t disrupt the flow, it added another current.
Jolting, she hurried out of the room. She couldn’t possibly be in a relationship with Kaminari. That sounded exhausting. Plus, she reminded herself, she wasn’t his type. The fact that he’d ended up with her sort of told her that one of them had settled. Selfishly, she hoped it wasn’t him.
It was a nice apartment, she noted as she walked down the hallway. Not exactly a penthouse, but there was a balcony off of their living room and it was pretty high up. She went towards the sounds of humming and saw Kaminari in the kitchen, moving with a focus she’d never seen on him.
“How old are we?” She blurted out. “Like, right now.”
“Well, you’re still eighteen. You’re just inhabiting the body of my twenty two year old girlfriend,” he informed her, beaming.
“And we’ve been together at least a year.”
“So we get together… Soon.”
“Mm. I don’t know if I should tell you anything about that, babe,” he said, winking at her before turning back to his pan of fried rice. “But I guess ‘soon’ is a good word for it.”
Jirou stood, clenching and unclenching her fists. “This is insane. How can you be so calm?”
“Because you prepared me for it,” Kaminari replied. “At first I thought you were kidding when you said this whole thing would happen, and that one day you’d just tease me and pretend to switch, but this is.... Definitely real.” He frowned a little. “And then I remembered the day it happened, for me, at least, and I remembered seeing you in Recovery Girl’s office and I thought ‘yeah, that must be real.’” He smiled at her, “But I guess you couldn’t resist holding one thing back to tease me about later. But, do you still wanna keep our dinner reservations?”
He smiled at her, and it struck her right in the heart. Had he always been so sweet? He was looking at her with a soft sort of fondness that made an unfamiliar heat spread in her chest. She swallowed, hard, and looked away from him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Are we pro heroes?”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“It gets there.”
He laughed lightly. “Yeah, we are.”
“Okay, so would it be weird if we weren’t… Seen on our anniversary?”
“Probably. For someone who doesn’t like PDA, you get us in a lot of situations that the press seems to like.” He turned back to the stove and plated their breakfasts, carrying both plates to the breakfast bar. He gestured with a grand flourish and offered her a wide smile.
Jirou decided that yes, they should probably keep their reservations, especially because Kaminari mentioned they were seen in public a lot together.
“What do you mean?” She’d asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
Kaminari had squinted back at her, teasing her. “I mean, we go out together a lot. Which makes sense.”
“What, do we like the press?”
“No, they just like us.”
“Because we’re cute? Obviously.”
Jirou wasn’t sure how to feel about that. What was wrong with him? Couldn’t he see how annoying this was? Jirou liked her privacy, and she couldn’t imagine being around Kaminari all the time. Sure, he came to her room sometimes to play video games or play guitar with her, and sometimes he just sat there in silence doing his own thing, but she wasn’t sure he could do that all the time.
The day passed slowly, despite how stressful Jirou was finding the whole thing. She could tell he didn’t mean to, but Kaminari used every excuse to touch her and offered her sweet words that she wasn’t sure were real. They couldn’t be. His tender gazes couldn’t be for her, light fingers brushing across the back of her neck or her arm. Kaminari didn’t look at her like that. She would’ve noticed. Wouldn’t she?
“I’d say we should see Yaomomo or something, but I’m not sure anyone should know about your condition,” Kaminari said later in the day, as he was cooking her another meal.
“Why do you say that?”
“She’d be worried for you, and then she might get upset. Plus… She doesn’t live alone, so I… I’m not sure I should spoil that.”
Jirou jolted. “She has a boyfriend?”
“She has a husband.”
“Yeah, they got married like, two years out of high school? Said it was practical since they knew they were gonna be together forever anyway.”
“We went, right?”
“You were the maid of honor, gorgeous.”
Jirou smiled a little bit, hunching her shoulders. It seemed like her life wasn’t going to turn out too bad. She watched him from the breakfast bar, leaning her chin on her hand. She had to admit that he really was handsome. Broad, lean muscles, long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail at the base of his skull. If she had to be with someone, she at least could say that he was attractive. That was… Nice.
“When did you learn to cook?” She asked suddenly.
He turned over his shoulder at her. “Bakugou. You cook too, though I guess you wouldn’t know that yet. That’s okay, though: my plan for today was to spoil you absolutely rotten, and give you your present, but I’ll give it to you when it’ll make sense.”
Jirou jolted. “Hey, um. Do you know if I got you one?”
“If you did, it’s probably in the closet somewhere, since you’re shit at hiding.” He offered her a wide grin and ducked when she threw a balled up napkin at him. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll give it to me tomorrow, probably. Plus, it might be a spoiler.”
“But you’re… Doing all this nice stuff for me today, and i’m kinda feeling like shit cause I’m super out of control, and I don’t even know anything about our relationship, and-”
“Yeah, you do,” he cut her off. “You might not know the specifics, but we still know each other, even as friends. It’s not that different now, we’re just closer.”
Jirou blushed at the implications of that. They’d definitely slept together, then, and while Kaminari’s intense fondness of her scared her a little, she had to admit that someone caring that deeply about her was… Nice.
“Also,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “I don’t do all this stuff for you to get something in return. I do it because I love you.”
She felt her whole face heat up, a stronger blush covering her face. Kaminari chuckled lightly, enjoying getting a rise out of her.
“After lunch we should get ready to go out,” he told her. “It’s a pretty nice spot, but I’m gonna keep it a secret for now.”
They ate quietly, mostly because Jirou felt like her head was going to explode, and Kaminari told her he would handle dishes and sent her off to change and get ready.
“Are you always this nice to me?” She asked, completely skeptical.
He laughed. “I like to think so.”
“What… Um… What should I wear?”
He took his hands out of the sink and looked her up and down. “Something nice.”
“Like a dress, nice?”
“Like we’re going out on the town on our anniversary. I’m wearing a suit.”
“A suit? You?”
“Yeah! Don’t act so surprised, geez.”
She shook her head, laughing a little, and went back to their bedroom. She felt a little strange going through her own closet, but she supposed it was her stuff. Her clothes were all neat and in order, and Jirou found herself looking towards the back of the closet, brushing strongly when she noticed a couple dark pieces of lingerie hung up near the back. She… Wore that stuff? Shaking her head, she looked through everything else, ignoring the lacy pieces that plagued the back of her mind.
As she shuffled through all her clothes, she found herself sticking on one thing. Kaminari was very loose with sweet names and endearments for her. But… Boys didn’t think she was pretty, they didn’t like her. If they did, it was because she was scary, and intimidating- hard to get. But Kaminari seemed to find her attractive, and that confused her more than anything. She sort of wanted to ask him about it, but she hadn’t quite gathered up the courage.
Blowing out her cheeks, she pulled a black dress out of the closet and threw it on the bed. It looked like it was a little tight, and a little short, but she’d seen a bulky grey cardigan, so she decided to just pair it with that.
Once she was dressed, she looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her hair was a little longer, and fell in light waves around her shoulders. She’d lost what little baby fat she had, and her hips were a little wider. She supposed she was… Cute. She wrinkled her nose at her reflection before going on the hunt for her own makeup and hairbrush and heading to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
It took her a little while to get ready, just because she couldn’t find the stuff she wanted, and it was three thirty by the time she put the finishing touches on her hair and makeup. She’d hunted around to see if she’d bought a present for Kaminari, but couldn’t find it. She was surprised she was disappointed in that.
She left the bathroom and walked slowly out to the living room. Kaminari was sitting there, elbows on his knees, on his phone. When he heard her coming, he got to his feet, and Jirou wondered if she’d gotten his quirk, because she felt like she was losing control of her brain.
For lack of a better word, Kaminari was sexy. He wore a charcoal grey suit with a black tie, and he’d styled his hair. He smiled widely at her and reached out for her. She shuffled towards him, a little bashful, and slid her hands into his.
“You look beautiful,” he said softly, pressing kisses to her knuckles. She blushed hotly, looking down at their locked hands.
“You’re… You look really nice,” she said softly, “Cleaned up, since high school.”
“I like to think so.” He laughed a little, squeezing her hands. “We’re gonna walk there, it’s nice out. Wear comfortable shoes.”
After slipping on a pair of converse, he slipped his hand down to take hers. She allowed it, marvelling at how she could hear his quirk humming underneath his skin, and she could hear his heartbeat. It was a little fast. She smiled at that.
Leaving their apartment and taking the elevator down to the lobby, Jirou realized that they might be a little richer than she thought, and that they were just making more money and using less of it. She hesitated to ask.
It felt like the longer the quirk from the villain was affecting her, the more her head started to fill with information she couldn’t use. And with her hand in Kaminari’s, and seeing people take their picture… It was almost too much.
They made it to the restaurant and were escorted to a private table in the back, after the host squealed excitedly about who she was serving.
Jirou took a seat, staring at the man across from her as he situated himself.
“This is a really nice place,” She whispered.
“Mm, you deserve a really nice place, babe,” he replied.
“You keep saying that to me. Calling me pet names.” She tilted her head at him.
“Sorry, force of habit. I guess you’re not used to it.” He winced a little.
“No, I just… I don’t get it, I guess,” she said softly.
“What do you mean?”
“Like… All day, I’ve been wondering why me? The girls you like… They’re pretty, and they’re curvy, and they’d suit you a lot more than me, but-”
“Hey. Stop right there.” He reached out and took her hand. “We’re gonna have this conversation again, because obviously you’re not gonna believe it right now, but I don’t want anyone besides you. I was a flirt in high school, for sure, but when I finally settled down I realized you were the only one I’d ever wanted anyways. You were the only girl I actually liked to hang out with, the only one who let me play video games in her room. I’ll tell you, eventually. But the point is, now that I have you, I like to make you feel as beautiful as I think you are.”
She smiled tightly at him, and tilted her head down. An unfamiliar warmth bloomed in her chest, and she squeezed his hand. “Thanks.”
“No problem, beautiful.”
He was easier to talk to as the night wore on. He’d matured by a mile and was so kind to her, and she could see in his eyes how much he loved her. The idea that she was going to be on the receiving end of a love that deep was something she couldn’t even wrap her head around. The idea that she might be capable of giving a love that strong, too, was something that made heat bloom in her cheeks once again.
On the walk home, she developed a headache, and pressed her fingers to her temple, stopping Kaminari in his tracks.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Sorry, I have like… A massive headache.”
“It’s probably the quirk wearing off. You should go to bed soon. Ah, I’ll carry you then!” He bent down and swept her up in a bridal carry, making her squeal and pull her cardigan to save her dignity.
“Ouch, still hurts.”
She chuckled, tipping her head against his chest. “Sorry, this is probably the shittiest anniversary in the world.”
“Nah. Still got to spend it with you. Hey, do one thing for me, though?”
“Say my first name. Just for fun, test it out.”
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on his heartbeat instead of the throbbing headache she had. “Denki.”
“Aw. Nice. Thank you, Kyo.”
She laughed, and let him carry her all the way back to the apartment. Only once inside did he set her down on her feet. “Okay. Go get changed for bed, we’ll turn in early so you can wake up normal tomorrow.”
“My normal or yours?”
She laughed, pushing his shoulders.
By the time she crawled into bed, her head was pounding. Kaminari had put his own pajamas on and he crawled in next to her, drawing her into his chest and massaging the back of her skull to dull the pain.
“It’s okay, it’s alright.”
Jirou squeezed her eyes shut, allowing herself to enjoy the way it felt to have his arms wrapped around her. He pressed kisses to her forehead and cheeks, murmuring to her.
“Thanks, Kami,” She said softly.
He huffed softly. “Of course, baby. Happy anniversary.”
“Even if it sucked?”
“It didn’t suck. I love you.”
“Damn, can’t catch a break.”
She felt blackness crawl at the edges of her consciousness and sighed, letting it take her away from her pain.
Jirou sat up, gasping, in Recovery Girl’s office. She was in her hero uniform, sans boots, and she ran her hands through her hair. She was eighteen again.
“Are you okay?” A familiar voice said from next to her.
Jirou jolted and looked to Kaminari, who was staring at her with wide, worried eyes. He was eighteen again too. A familiar heat bloomed in her chest when she saw him, so she looked away, reaching up to clutch a hand against her heart. Why did she still feel that way?
“Yeah,” she said softly, “I’m okay.”
“God, I was so worried! I’m glad you’re alright.” He smiled widely at her, and Jirou felt her lip quirk up in response.
“Yeah. Yeah me too.”
“I could walk you back, um… If you want?”
He looked so nervous, and Jirou remembered what future Kaminari had told her. That he was here because he had a crush on her.
She took a deep breath. Emotional intimacy was terrifying. Being vulnerable was terrifying. But when she looked at Kaminari and saw the beginnings of deep affection in his eyes, there was really just one answer.
“Sure, Chargedolt. But only if you buy me a tea.”
“Really?! You got it, Ji.”
He helped her down from the bed she was on, and she felt a spark crawl up her arm that had nothing to do with his quirk.