im sorry that everything has been only fluff recently. my actual life has been hard... and basically a burden. all my mind can spit out is fluff anymore because i don't wanna deal with actual hard shit in my real life.

author-chan is struggling. ( ͝ ∧ ͝ )

anyways enjoy. sorry if it's subpar!

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"What the..." You said quietly, backing away from Kirishima slightly as he slightly trandformed in the dark alleyway, his features shifting. He grew shorter, his hair reverting from red to its natural raven-color. His hair lost its structure, falling across his face as the boy seemed to be frozen for a moment, his brain pausing.

"You like it~? My de-aging quirk is quite cool, if I say so myself~!" The girl chirped, cackling as she watched Kirishima look around, his demeanor unusual and different from normal.

You sighed, feeling stupid for letting such a weak villain manage to use her quirk on Kirishima. All you two were doing was regular patrol work when the villain popped out from the dumpster in a hobble, blasting an odd chrome-beam at Kirishima.

"This better be temporary..." You grumbled, closing your eyes as you rubbed your temples. She tilted her head as her eyebrows furrowed; why were you so relaxed? She thought.

You clapped, and then disappeared. She flinched, frozen for a moment in disbelief as she stared at where you'd been just a few seconds ago. Abruptly, she felt a foot against her neck hit her rather harshly, and she tumbled to the ground in an instant.

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked down at her, thankful for how useful your ability was.

"Transportation is a blessing..." You murmured, dusting off your hero costume before looking up at Kirishima to observe him. Due to how dark it was, you couldn't really see his features clearly, however it was noticeable that he was shaking slightly.

You blinked a few times at the boy, perplexed.

He caught your stare, and his expression shifted to one of fear and confusion.

"W-Who are you!? Where am I?" He blurted out, his feet sliding against the concrete as he backed up, feeling threatened by seeing you knock out the villain just earlier. You groaned, cursing the stupid villain on the floor as you watched him with tired eyes.

"God damn it."

"So, from the examination we've learned that he's lost all memory from his older ages. Currently, he's only 13 years old. This is only going to last a day, thank the lord..." Aizawa muttered the last part through his scarf, itching his beard as he yawned.

Thank God I don't have to deal with this shit. He thought, rather bluntly.

"Mhm... so will he just be in the dorms as normal?" You asked as Kirishima stood beside Aizawa, feeling out of place as his eyes trailed back and forth from Aizawa to you. He found himself staring, wondering why you were so concerned for him.

"Yeah, but do you think you could keep a close eye on him for me? There may be a chance of this lasting longer then it should, so I just want to be sure." Aizawa explained, patting Kirishima on the back rather roughly. Kirishima stumbled forward, before catching himself before you.

"Err... I'm Kirishima. A-And you are...?" He said quietly, averting his gaze. You were truly bewildered by his odd demeanor; usually he was a confident and strong boy that you so greatly admired.

"I'm (Y/N). We used to be friends." You said with an odd chuckle, feeling weird about the words that'd just come out of your mouth.

Aizawa shooed the two of you out of his office, leaving you two to walk back to the dorms.

It was quiet for a minute. You found yourself staring at Kirishima's raven-hair for a while, fascinated by the fact that it was down instead of how it usually was.

Eventually, he made himself stop looking at his shoes out of nervousness and decided to look at you instead, only to notice your blaring glare. He was startled by it.

"A-Ah! Sorry, it's just that the older Kirishima looks so different from you." You mumbled, patting his head with a tiny smile. He squirmed at your touch slightly, pondering how he'd looked in the future (well, not really; the present).

"So, how developed is your quirk?" You inquired, tilting your head towards him with a curious expression. He felt himself grimace as his demeanor slightly deteriorated.

"Well, as of now it's not very good. I'm not strong, nor manly. And neither is my quirk, to be fair... I'm only average." He said with a little sad chuckle as he scratched the back of his head, smiling apologetically.

You were quite stunned.

"Not strong?"

He slightly hesitated, startled by the fact that you were taken aback by his response.

"Y-Yes...? It is." He stated rather bluntly. You slapped your forehead, muttering curses for a moment before looking up again.

You stopped in your path, making him halt as well. He felt rather anxious as you stood and stared with your eyebrows furrowed, glaring at him.

"Don't... say that. You're the most badass hero I know, Kirishima. You may be a bit younger now, but that doesn't change a single thing at all. You're still a strong, capable, . Start believing that." You almost rambled, pulling him into a bear-hug. He was astonished at your words, returning the hug feebly.

You made your grip a little tighter, leaning down besides his ear.

"You may think you're average, but you're not. At least, in my eyes, you're not." You whispered, smiling cheekily as you let go of him, patting his shoulder.

"Maybe... maybe you're right."