His fist.

It never really hit.

There was a pause. A hiccup. All the energy of One for All was condensed into a single punch. He couldn't feel anything, not the beating of his heart, not the pain in his arm, not his fist. Nothing. Nothing besides the force of One for All as it poured into that one single point. Time. Had stopped.

Or it felt like it did.

A whisper in the back of his mind, a fading sensation of One for All told him that, this was just another quirk. One that could buy a breath of time. But that had been completely overtaken by One for All. That quirk was burning. Burning bright. The punch stopped, and Izuku reeled back, that first moment of impact still sat there, just before impact.

Hit him again.

Izuku pulled back. Summoning even more strength into his fist and punched forward again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Then.

Impact.

Time started with a shatter as the sheer force of those impacts ended the threat. Izuku flew backward, a dozen times, a hundred times, the world around him blurring into a chaotic mess of day and night, winter and summer, sun and rain, holidays and workdays. All at the same time as he watched them past.

Then in a matter of moments. Before he could even finish having a single thought about what was happening to him.

He was sent flying.

Outward.

Inward.

Backward.

Forwards.

Then. It all came to a stop.

Except him. He was still flying.

And he had barely enough time to scream and brace himself before he came to an abrupt stop. By crashing into some kind of a statue. That statue hadn't been there a minute ago. He could have sworn there hadn't been anything left after their fight. Izuku slammed into the statue with enough force to break it, Full Cowling barely able to stop his bones from breaking as he felt a sharp pain slamming in the head.

People were screaming. That wasn't good. Why were there even still people here?

He thought they did a good job evacuating all of them before the fight. And those that didn't, well, he couldn't save them. Izuku tried to stand, to pull himself out of the rubble he had been tossed into and looked around. There were a lot of people looking at him, and all the buildings were new looking.

And oddly enough he didn't really hurt. How did that happen?

Where was he? What happened? Where was the fight? Did he win? Why the hell didn't he hurt? Izuku looked at his tattered costume and blinked at his arm. Wasn't this broken earlier? Like. In a lot of places? Well, it was convenient either way. Maybe he died and this was heaven? Or he got sent to another world?

Or this was just some kind of a hallucination.

Izuku looked at the people that were looking at him and smiled waving before he tried to find a way down off of them.

He hopped off the large stone platform that the statue had been standing upon, and something caught his eye. A plaque.

"In loving memory of those who lost their lives in the battle against the league of villains."

Izuku blinked. Huh?

"Bastard!" His head spun so fast he nearly fell over when he heard that voice. And then he was lifted off the ground as he saw an explosive charged fist grabbing onto what remained of his costume. He recognized the snarl, the angry red eyes that were glaring down at him. But. It was also completely different. "How dare you destroy that fucking statue you little punk! What kind of petty terrorism is-"

Izuku stared up at Katsuki Bakugo. He was different. Taller, buffer, more mature, an adult with a short tight haircut. His costume was a bit different too, but this was either Katsuki or his older brother. Izuku really didn't know either. What the hell was going on.

"You damn punk!" Katsuki roared, throwing a hand back that was tingling with explosions. "Not only do you wreck the fucking statue you're doing it dressed as fucking him of all people? Were you trying to get some kind of fucking cosplay photo you fucking idiot? Well?"

He looked real mad, madder than Izuku had ever seen him. Especially with those few tears in Katuski's eyes.

Was this really Kacchan?

Izuku coughed, and grabbed onto Kacchan's arm, and looked him in the eyes. "Kacchan? What happened?"

Katsuki's eyes went so large they might as well have exploded. He dropped Izuku, and spun around, hands grabbing at his head as he looked to be ready to erupt into fiery devastation that would have devastated the entire area. "Fuck!"

"What the fucking fuck!" Katsuki exploded a piece of rubble and then ran over getting much closer to Izuku's face than he had before. Each of Katsuki's hands assaulted Izuku's face as the now-adult version of his friend grabbed him, trying to test it out. "The fuck?"

Katsuki spun around pacing and running a hand through his hair as he looked at Izuku. There was an intense glare for just a second before Katuski took a long steady breath before screaming once more. "The fuck! Deku!"

"What?"

"The fuck!"

"I don't know!"

"The fuck!"

"I don't know!"

"Deku." Kacchan grabbed both of Izuku's shoulders as he let out a desperate, almost pathetic laugh that was accompanied by a shaking head and a trembling body. "How the fuck are you here? Why the fuck do you look like that? Where the fuck were you?"

"I don't know! I just kind of appeared here! And what's wrong with how I look. Why do you look so much older? And I don't really know. One second I was fighting, and then, I was here." Izuku looked around, he really had no idea where he was. He didn't recognize it. He barely recognized Kacchan. "What happened Kacchan."

"You were dead." Katsuki's voice cracked when he said that and Izuku saw the tears in his eyes beginning to swell. "Fucking dead you loser. For ten fucking years. You were fucking dead." Katsuki roared back in a mad scream of laughter and several kinds of crazy that made Izuku mildly concerned about his safety and the safety of others, as he jumped up to the statue and grabbed a rock from the rubble.

Izuku groaned when Katsuki tossed the rock into his chest and jumped back down.

"The only reason why I'm not kicking your ass for trashing this statue is because you're fucking on it."

Izuku looked at the rock and found that it was a head. His head. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, instead, he just made a confused noise as he looked at his own memorial. "Kacchan?"

"Fuck!" Katsuki swore again, still grinning like a madman.

"What the fuck happened?" Izuku finally asked.

Katsuki let out a long sigh as he tried to calm himself down. "I really don't know but I'm not sure if I want to hug you or punch you right now?"

"Oh, so nothing's changed?"

"Where the fuck did you learn sass?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Whatever, you're coming to my place so I can make sure I'm not crazy and fill you in on what exactly happened since your dumbass decided to vanish for ten fucking years."

"What? Shouldn't I tell my mom or-"

"I'll fucking call her, now shut the fuck up and let's go."

"Okay."

XXXX

Katsuki Bakugo owned a townhouse. One with a yard, and a four-door car.

Somehow Izuku had a harder time believing that than he did that he was suddenly ten years in the future. The area where he had slammed into the statue had been that area where he had been fighting, and the hospital behind it was built in honor of the heroes that lost their lives that day. And because of Izuku's own efforts during that fight, he had been given a centerpiece next to the other noteworthy heroes.

But, after that day Japan entered a time of lasting peace. The crime rates were low and a new generation of heroes was on the way. It felt good seeing everyone safe after that fight.

Katsuki opened the door and pulled Izuku inside before promptly shoving him on the couch. The very family oriented looking couch. Did Katsuki live with his parents still? He couldn't see that happening.

And there was no way that-

"Babe!" Katsuki called into the house, looking around the corner. "Where are you?"

Izuku was not expecting a female voice to respond. Part of him always thought that Katsuki was a bit on the gay side. Another part thought that no one would ever dare get close to Katsuki because of his personality. But, that voice was clearly female. "Katsuki? You're home early! I'm in the baby room."

Baby room?

Katsuki turned to glare at Izuku. "Don't. Move. A Fucking. Inch."

Izuku nodded exactly .99999's of an inch and decided it was best if he not anger Katsuki. Largely because at this point he had no idea what the fuck was going on. He had seen several indicators that not only was this not - very much not- the same year he had been experiencing what felt like minutes ago, but even the date and time was different, instead of late winter it was now late summer!

"Again?" Katsuki shouted back to his presumable wife and darted up a set of stairs just out of sight. "How many times are you going to change it?"

Izuku looked around, trying to ignore the rather loud conversation between Katsuki and his wife. Katsuki was married. What poor soul thought that was a good idea? Wait. He should be happy about this. Katsuki, his childhood friend, and at one point bully, and then, confidant bullshit thing, was married. Apparently happily.

But who!

This was important.

Izuku glanced around the living room, trying to spot a single photo. Any photo.

There weren't any. Katsuki never did like his picture taken.

Wait.

There, just barely out of his view was a wedding photo. Katuski was wearing a suit, holding the slender hands of some woman in a dress, long orange hair fell down her back and a delighted smile was on her face, he couldn't make out her eyes because of a very convenient glare coming from the open window.

"Why won't you tell me what's so important?" Izuku heard that female's voice once again. It sounded familiar, but more mature as well. "I swear if you don't tell me right now I'm going to kick your-"

A very pregnant Itsuka walked into the living room and locked eyes with Izuku. His mouth hit the ground. And then so did hers.

"Katsuki!" Itsuka shouted, despite the fact that Katsuki was right behind her. She pointed a finger towards ZIuku and made it swell to several times its normal size and glared at her husband. "What the fuck is this?"

"That's Deku."

Itsuka looked at Izuku once again and then back to her husband. "I can see this but the fuck dude?"

"Yeah, I don't know either."

Izuku raised his hand. "I have no idea. But I think it might have something to do with my quirk."

Itsuka sighed and pinched her nose. "And this was why you were called a problem child back in U.A."

"So, you're saying you can see him too right?" Katsuki pointed towards Izuku one more time, all hostility was gone on his face as he looked just genuinely confused and concerned over what was happening. It was a rare look at a more peaceful Katsuki. Which was nice. And probably because he was an adult. An adult married to Itsuka Kendo.

Again the fuck?

"Yeah, I'm hearing him too." Itsuka waddled over to the couch opposite of Izuku and pointed at Katsuki. "You, tea, now."

"On it Honey." Katsuki vanished and the sounds of pots and cups being arranged echoed out into the living room.

Itsuka let out a long desperate sigh and pinched her nose again. "You know he wanted to name our kid after you right?"

"Uhh, should I be honored or scared?" Izuku asked.

"Both?" Itsuka shrugged smiling. "So, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that because you still look like you're fifteen-"

"Sixteen."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "That you didn't just come back to life but you were basically sent forward in time? Or something like that?"

"Yeah," Izuku scratched the back of his head. "I have no idea what happened. One minute I was fighting, and then, everything kind of froze and I kept fighting, and then I was sent flying to into my own statue."

"That's an unlikely coincidence if I've ever heard one." Itsuka turned and smiled when Katsuki came in with several cups of tea, looking like a horrible cosplay maid cafe. "Still, a lot of people are you going to freak the fuck out when they find out you're alive. Do you think you can wait a day so I can gather everyone at U.A. tomorrow? It'll probably be easier on everyone if we do it all at once."

"Uhh, sure, I still need to graduate from U.A." Izuku blinked. "Do you think they'll let me back in?"

"With who the principal is I have no doubt about that."

"Who's the principal?"

"A surprise." Itsuka smiled, taking a sip of her tea. "Now then, before we start going over, fuck, ten years of history? Do you have any questions?"

"How did you two end up together?" His mouth asked before his brain could tell it to shut the fuck up.

Itsuka snorted and swatted Katsuki in the chest. "I kicked his ass in the third year sports festival and he fell in love."

Katsuki nodded.

Okay.

New theory.

This wasn't the future.

It was an alternate reality where shit didn't make sense.

AN:... Yee... Idk.