im unsure if youre still taking for the trope mashup but if you are !! 97. time travel and 61. poorly timed confession

if I'm allowed to give ideas i think reader time traveling into the future right in the middle of bakugou's love confession to them would be so funny!! especially if reader doesn't really know him too well or something like that or nothing like that at all if you don't vibe with the idea!!

omg this is so cute !!! 🥺 i love this 🥺

how funny if you've only just met him 💀 like you're still not able to read his surly manner and you're taking his bad attitude to heart 🥺 and maybe he doesn't even like. think about you yet, just sees you flitting about the agency and doesn't do much more than glance up as you pass by the windows of his office.

so you sit back down in your little cubicle and answer the phone and it's like you've opened something; you're not sure what or how or why, but then you open your eyes and you’re holding the receiver with its dangling cord, standing in the back corner of a busy restaurant near the kitchen.

and you have NO idea what the hell is going on, but servers are slipping by you with full trays in their hands and you don't even have time to get your bearings before feeling like such a nuisance, all in the way, but no matter where you step, it's in front of someone somehow, so for the longest time you're just moving this way and that. don't even have the chance to be confused, because you're too worried about figuring out where to go just to think for a second.

and that's when you see him: squished into a corner table, arms crossed across it. and the look on his face is so — soft, enough that your heart sings at the sight, despite feeling so unsure about him. he's so handsome, and you didn't notice it until just now, as he gazes at the person he's with.

he's on a date, you realize, then, and it washes over you like a dump of cold water. you suddenly feel really bad, for seeing him in such an intimiate moment; if he knew you were witnessing him, he'd probably be furious, maybe even hate you for it. but — it's like being in on a secret and you can't look away, from the soft black tee he's wearing and the nice way it hugs the curve of his shoulders; the half-lidded stare directed at his date; the small frown — nearly a cute pout — slanting on his face. boyish, you think, and you never knew he could look such a way.

his date is talking briefly with the server, and something is said that makes them laugh, which has bakugou averting his eyes down to the table and — he looks almost embarrassed ?? like he's thinking too hard ?? and you have to scoot in a little closer just to see, you know ?? just to know who it is that's turned him into this fragile man, nothing at all like his hero counterpart.

(you don't realize it for a long moment, and by the time you do, you're definitely too close — but you distantly think that they look nice, what of them you can see from the back. the cut of their hair and the shirt they're wearing, the curve of their cheeks when they smile and — it's so hard to see it from afar and recognize yourself, there, in every way.)

bakugou's face turns a little pink under the amber lights and he leans in a bit, so they can hear him over the chaos of the restaurant, and he says something that has them glancing over their shoulder for just a second, enough for you to see, to have no choice but to realize.

and you're too close, close enough that his eyes slip up over their — you're — shoulder, too, and for just a moment, he's giving you the same exact look as the one he's been wearing all night. you-you gets it, the full assault of the warmth in his eyes and the soft frown of his bitten lips and, again, just like before, your heart sings. like something about it is too familiar.

and then his face immediately crumples as he looks back at the other you and then back and the forth and then —

"oi,"

you turn, suddenly, and — you're back in the office, back in your chair at your cubicle and surrounded by the things you recognize, that you know.

and bakugou, who is still just dynamight, is standing there, face hard and posture straight. frowning.

you have to shake your head to clear it, but when you speak up, you're entirely breathless. "sorry, yes?"

his jaw clenches, muscle flexing in his cheek as he blinks. "you send that report to claims yet?"

"uh, yes. yes! i sent it this morning...sir."

bakugou only nods once, eyes flitting down, like he's trying to see what's making you so flustered, and then he's turning on his heel and muttering out a quiet, "alright."

your heart is beating out of your chest and you still haven't caught your breath, not since you landed in — whatever that was, but you scoot your chair quickly to the opening of your cube, peeking around to watch him, just from behind; shoulders squared and firm, a hand stuffing down in the pocket of his sweats, jaw still grit as he glances to his left.

he gently shoulders his door open, and then casts one last look down the hall before closing it behind him — and it sears right through you: bright and fierce and simmering, a touch too warm. a look that you recognize, that you know.

taking this moment to endorse one of my favorite fics of all time bc this ask reminded me of it, but if you have not read @ofmermaidstories 'on my way (to you)' please go do so because it makes my heart ACHE 🥺🩷✨️