*hangover #kacchako rambling
A 16 yr old Bakugo gets sent to the future as a ghost, like in a Christmas Carol. He can see and hear things but no one can see him. He witnesses himself slaughtering villians as a pro hero and he is living. This is absolutely how he sees himself

in the future. He watches himself nod to the press and then get into the back of an ambulance and he's taking in fresh oxygen and peeling off his glove and his eyes narrow down at the gold band on his left hand because what in the fuck is he married???? He does not plan for that

in his future. He wanted to see his future self take down more bad guys but now he needs to know who has the matching band. He follows himself home. Home?! He's a grown ass man who hasn't moved out of his parents house yet? He opens the door and danm his mother has not aged since

his teens.

He follows him inside and his father is avidly watching the news. He's definitely aged. They're watching a pro hero Rip a villian to shreds in a different district. Why was his older self so invested in this fight? He watches the television and sees the pro hero dressed in pink

and black suit. Her face is covered by his hair and he almost sees her face when a loud crash comes from the kitchen that steals his attention. "Oi what the hell is going on in there?" He doesn't expect the loud squeals and little voices bursting around the corner. Three little

come barreling towards him, they run right through his teenaged self and into the arms of his future self. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the actual fuck?!! He has children. Not a child. Children. Three of them. He sits down on the floor and watches in awe as the tower of

muscles and badassery that is his future self scoop up all three toddlers in his arms, asking them if they were behaving for thier grandparents.

The two of them could be twins he deducts. The tall girl and the little boy are almost identical. Big round red eyes and brunette hair. They definately got thier bone structure from him though. The other smaller little girl is a photocopy of him, but with brown eyes and hair.

He's stunned. When does he get so fucking soft? Was he already the number one hero? He didn't allocate space in his future for whole godanmed family. He eyes his future self once more to gage how old he might have been. How far into the future was he? How old what this version of

himself? He feels his eyes bulge when witnesses himself saying that he missed them (kids) and loved them and then instructed them to to get thier coats. He follows them out the door and into a black car that he drives and they're off. It's dark now and they've been driving for a

long time. Finally they reach a secluded house in the country side and the older self brings in the sleeping kids into the house. He watches as he puts each of them into thier pyjamas and tucks them into bed. The house is modest, nothing like what he grew up in. It's cozy and

littered with evidence of family life. There is a toy box in the livingroom and little slippers here and there. His older self pops into the shower and he takes the chance to really look around the house. There are no pictures on the walls. There is no art or decor really. He

finds it odd. Clearly children live in this clean house but there is barley any evidence of him or his partner. Out of the shower now the teenager is shocked looking at the shirtless man walking into the kitchen and preparing meals for the week to come. This man is covered in

healed scratches and cuts. There's several large scars in different stages of healing mapped over his back and chest. He is a badass.

It must have been at least an hour later as he's zipping the last lunch bag when the door opens and he holds his breath upon finding out who was coming into the house. A short woman with bandages on her cheeks walks in, kicking off her shoes and cracking neck. She's fucking

beautiful. She has big round eyes and her body is lean and toned. Her hair is up in a messy bun and he shivers as she walks by him. His eyes longer on her ass before he snaps himself out of it. Who is she? He follows her to the kitchen and watches as she winds her arms around the

man in there. "Our babies are okay?" She asks.
"Course. Fell asleep in the car on the way here. My parents really tired them out."
She nods and kisses his shoulder "good"

The teenager is transfixed on them. the way she fully invaded his space, chatting about those days. He was dumbfounded. He watches his older self spin around to hoist her on the counter top. And then he went r e d. Her legs crossed around his torso, giggling because his head was

in her fucking boobs.
"Katsuki!" She laughs, "stop that I'm gonna wake them up!" He pulls out of her and grins wickedly.
"I just missed you."
"Bullshit."
"Yeah I just missed these." He says again and dives back in, blowing raspberries into her.
She smacks his head and he pulls

away from her once more. "You're ridiculous." She chided, colliding her forehead with his.
"You love it." He snickers back.
"I do." She closes thier gap and kisses him.
The teen is gaging at the softness of it all. He did not expect any of this soft shit. He had to admit his

future wife is a total babe. If he had to be disgustingly domestic at least he was with someone who was a solid 10 in his books.
"I can't wait until we find a new place. I hate it here. It's so far from everything and everyone."
"We'll find a new place soon."
"I don't know how

much longer I can stay in this safe house Katsuki. It's hard everyone. Especially the kids."
"Yeah I know. We've just been so busy. Saw you on the news today."
She groans, "that news coverage is the reason why I'm so late. So much paperwork." She complained.
Who is this woman? He

Needs to find out her name. Hero name, anything and find out why they were staying in a safe house. Weren't they pro hero's? What did they need a safehouse for? And fuck his stupid older self for continuing his trademark of calling people nicknames. He'll never figure out who she

is at this rate. He watches she slides off the counter and pull him towards the bedroom. It's his future self but he feels like he definitely would be intruding on something private.
"Ochaco, hang on."
He freezes. He knows that name.
"I have to put this shit in the fridge,

Your such a fucking distraction."
She grins, "not my fault, I'm gonna take a shower. You gonna join me?" She asks coyly.
He smirks back. "Fuck yeah. I'll meet you in a sec."
He blinks and suddenly he's in a hospital room.
"He's awake! Fucking finally call an goddanmed nurse my

son is awake!" He hears his mother screeching. "Why is he so flushed? Does he have a fever? Why can't anyone here do thier fucking job?"
"Cut it out you hag." He rasps, god he's thirsty.
"No! You get yourself hit but that stupid quirk and your telling me to cut it out? Hah? You

Quit being so fucking reckless! I was worried you'd never come back!"
"What do you mean?"
"That quirk puts you thirty years into the future. And not everyone makes it back. Fuck I'm so glad you came back."
Thirty years huh? Makes sense he guesses.
"Some one is going to come and

wipe your memory. It's dangerous to know the future like that." His mother instructs.
He nods in agreement, it's enough that he knows hes a bad ass hero, with a hot wife, who's also a hero. But for the life of him he can't remember her name. He goes back to school a few days

later. Round face catches his eye and he can't help but to recognise those big shaped eyes somewhere. He face ain't just found he decides a few weeks later. It's actuaykind of pretty. And the way she uses her quirk kind of reminds him of an angel. He smirks, now that's a fitting

nickname for her.

Fin. Thanks for enduring the bad spelling and grammar with my hangover plot. I survived this one purley through this plot that's been in my head since I woke up this afternoon.

Sooo this hot mess got fleshed out into a full into a fic that is not as much of a hot mess as this thread.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22873363