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Katsuki woke to his room’s ceiling, and in his heart and at his core, he knew today was going to be absolutely shitty. He got up, got dressed, and made his way downstairs. And of course the first thing he sees upon reaching the common room is Deku talking with round face. Yup. Today was going to be shitty.
Katsuki didn’t bother getting breakfast, deciding he just didn’t feel hungry. He walked to class, tailed by Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido, who were all chatting amicably behind him, not bothering to include him—likely knowing he would only respond with profanity and insults.
The classroom slowly filled up and while it was always nice to have Deku sit behind him, it was also always terrible to have Deku sit behind him. Aizawa walked into the class, as exhausted-looking as usual, and the class immediately quieted when he entered.
Class went by as usual, with Aizawa droning on and not a single person missing what he had to say. Until his last notice for the class came—
“Later today, class 1-A will be joined by class 1-B in an exercise that will take place not far from school grounds. That is all for today.” Aizawa curled up in his sleeping bag on the floor as the class started chatting about what the exercise might be.
Katsuki was tailed by the group of idiots that always followed him through class—and Katsuki refused to let them call themselves the ‘Bakusquad’ because that sounds dumb . After lunch was over all of the class 1-A and 1-B students gathered outside, 1-B passive-aggressively making fun of 1-A, while Kirishima talked more passively to Tetsutetsu and Monoma talked shit to just about any class 1-A student he found.
And as it turned out, the exercise was just as shitty as the rest of Katsuki’s day—double battles. Katsuki was paired with Kirishima which was okay, but Katsuki still just generally hated the concept of having to fight someone with someone. He preferred to let himself shine alone, at his brightest.
And of course he and Kirishima won against some class 1-B nobodies. And then they were all on the bus home when everything somehow got even shittier . Everyone was talking about their victories and moaning about their failures when something rammed the bus hard enough for it to tip slightly, but not hard enough to knock the vehicle over.
The teachers moved immediately as a portion of the bus’ roof was cut out and removed, some jackass landing right in front of Katsuki . Katsuki felt a rage building in him, palms heating with energy. He slammed his hand into the villain’s face, and he saw one of its claws reach out and while Katsuki managed to avoid the brunt of the attack, he still got nicked, just enough to draw a bead of blood.
And then the teachers stepped in, pulling Katsuki back and moving to apprehend the villain. And Katsuki watched as he was quickly taken down, proving that this guy probably had never done something like this before. And then Katsuki started thoughtlessly scratching at the nick on his arm.
And, huh, that really burned. Katsuki moved his gaze to the nick and the skin around it was turning red and angry and—his arm was shaking with effort to hold it up, and Katsuki was getting lightheaded, his vision blurring and sounds fading, seeing someone he could swear he knew reach out and call someone’s name—and who was Katsuki?
And everything went black.
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“The villain’s quirk gives a person temporary amnesia when he cuts them.” Aizawa gave a soft sigh as he was told that. This meant that one of their students was going to have completely forgotten everything about everything for the next two days to the next two weeks . God, why did his students keep doing this .
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The boy whose name may or may not have been Katsuki—but he wouldn’t know that—stirred slightly in the bed he laid in, eyes screwed shut as light hit him directly in the face. He twisted, trying to find an angle where light would not shine so brightly in his face, but this entire room was bathed in light.
The boy decided that since he apparently wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, he might as well get up. Pushing himself up, he let out a loud yawn and looked around the room. It was very white, and smelled of… something that was on the tip of his tongue but not quite there.
Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t really remember how he had gotten here, nor really anything before that. And then his eye caught on one oddity. A man in a yellow sleeping bag watching his every move.
And the boy did what he at least thought would be a normal reaction in this scenario—not that he had any reference point whatsoever—and he screamed.
“What— Who— Why—!?” The man stood, stepping out of the sleeping bag, and sighed, giving the boy a strange feeling of deja vu.
“Listen up, because I’m only going to say this once—” The man started, his voice low and expressing very clearly how tired he was, “Your name is Katsuki, and your surname is Bakugou. You have an ability—called a ‘quirk’—which lets you create explosions from your hands, you currently go to an academy called U.A. where you are training to become a hero, and you were recently attacked by someone whose quirk caused you to forget just about everything about yourself. Clear?”
The boy—er Katsuki, if he listened to this man—stared in confusion. Quirks? Explosions? Hero academies? This felt like a really weird dream. But then again, Katsuki still had no reference point at all . The man sighed at the dumbfounded look likely plastered over Katsuki’s face, and moved to exit the room, dragging his sleeping bag with him.
“I’ll send another student to answer any questions you have.” And then Katsuki Bakugou—if that was even his actual name —was left alone.
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Not too long after the man left, however, Katsuki was greeted with someone who had the most obnoxiously red hair he’d ever seen.
“Yo! Bakugou!” Katsuki blinked, he’d thought his name was—oh right, he had two. Katsuki gave a small wave and a weak smile, and the redhead froze before a grin spread wider on his face, revealing sharp and menacing teeth underneath.
“Wow, you really have forgotten everything? Well, don’t worry, your good buddy Eijirou is here to help you re-learn who you are!” Katsuki gave a small laugh. Well, at least he knew now he had friends.
Eijirou guided him through long hallways, describing how the school worked, and what classes they had when they bumped into two people. One was a girl with a soft and round face and short brown hair, and the other made Katsuki’s heart stop.
He had dark hair with a shine that made it look almost green in the light, freckles scattered across his face, and the most soulful green eyes Katsuki had ever seen—admittedly, they were the first, but regardless.
“Uh, hi Kacchan!” Oh dear god, this boy called him Kacchan ? “Do you… remember me?” The nervous look in the boy’s eyes made Katsuki’s heart melt and he wished he did remember. Eijirou patted Katsuki’s shoulder.
“These two are Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako! Unless you… do remember them?” Eijirou pointed them out and then gave a small nod of his head towards Izuku, and Katsuki was suddenly convinced.
He reached out, grabbing Izuku’s shoulders and pressed their faces together, giving the raven a sweet, if chaste kiss. He pulled back to the shocked faces of Ochako and Izuku, and the positively beaming face of Eijirou.
“You’re my boyfriend, right?” Izuku’s face was bright red, and then he gave Katsuki a lovestruck smile and a hug, and all of Katsuki’s doubts washed away. It was nice to know that even if he didn’t remember it, he not only had good friends, but a lover . He did not notice the dark look Ochako sent him, nor the glare Eijirou sent her .
He was too busy being in love for the first time all over again. As far as he knew at least.