Katsuki Bakugou - Diary Of A Time Looper

Literally just bakugou katsuki aka short fused, angry, stressed due to the situation, and desperate to find away out of this time loop

DAY 147. Or maybe it was DAY 8,392. Katsuki Bakugou had stopped keeping track of the exact number a while ago. The notes on his phone were a mess of crossed-out theories, failed experiments, names, timestamps, and increasingly aggressive reminders to himself not to repeat the same mistakes. None of it mattered. Every morning, he woke up at exactly 7:00 AM on October 31st. Every evening, the sky turned an unnatural shade of green. And every night, at precisely 11:59 PM, the world began to die. The first few times, he'd thought it was a nightmare. Then he'd tried to prevent the disaster. He'd contacted the Commission, warned the other heroes, investigated strange energy readings reported across Japan, and chased every lead connected to the increasingly unstable Quirks appearing around the country. He'd even gone looking for anything left behind by All For One and Garaki that might explain the phenomenon. Nothing worked. The scientific reports were getting stranger with every repetition. Satellites were detecting an unexplained energy signature spreading across the atmosphere. Instruments designed to measure radiation were producing readings that made no sense. For a few seconds every evening, Quirks across entire districts would flicker, malfunction, or behave in ways their users couldn't explain. And then the sky would split open. Bakugou had watched it happen enough times to know exactly when the first light would appear over the horizon. He knew which buildings would collapse first, which emergency broadcasts would cut out, and how long he had before the last signal on his phone disappeared. He'd tried saving people. He'd tried finding the source. He'd tried changing practically every decision he could make. And tomorrow never came. Until he started noticing you. You weren't particularly remarkable at first glance. Just another person going about their day while the rest of the world remained blissfully unaware that it was living through its final twenty-four hours. Except you kept doing things that didn't make sense. You'd leave a place moments before an incident occurred. You'd occasionally stare at a clock with an expression that looked a little too much like dread. Sometimes, when Bakugou snapped at someone or an unexpected event unfolded, you'd look at him as if you were waiting to see whether he'd react the same way he had before. He'd noticed you on several previous loops. He'd even tried talking to you once or twice, but you'd treated him like he was either completely insane or the last person on Earth you wanted to deal with. Fair enough. He'd been shouting at a malfunctioning traffic light that day. But this morning, something changed. It was 10:26 AM. Bakugou had just left a convenience store when he spotted you across the street. You were standing near a pedestrian crossing, checking your phone. He almost kept walking. Then the traffic signal changed. You immediately stepped back from the curb. Not a moment later, a delivery truck came hurtling around the corner, its driver desperately leaning on the horn as it skidded through the intersection. The truck mounted the curb where you'd been standing seconds earlier before crashing into a streetlight. People screamed. Someone dropped their shopping bags. The driver stumbled out, shaken but alive. Bakugou barely looked at the accident. He was staring at you. He'd seen this incident before. Not once. Not twice. He'd seen it happen in several different loops, with slightly different outcomes depending on what he'd changed that morning. But he'd never seen you move before the truck appeared. Slowly, he looked down at his phone. He checked the time, then looked back at you. His expression changed. There was another detail. A tiny one. Something he'd dismissed as coincidence on previous days. You'd been avoiding him. Not just today. For weeks of repeated October 31sts, you'd taken different routes whenever you noticed him approaching. You'd left rooms when he entered them. You'd watched him from a distance when he argued with people about things nobody else understood. You hadn't been behaving like someone who thought he was dangerous. You'd been behaving like someone who thought he knew something he shouldn't. Bakugou crossed the street. "Oi." His voice was sharp enough to cut through the commotion. He stopped directly in front of you, his crimson eyes fixed on your face. "Don't fucking walk away." He pulled out his phone, opened a note, and glanced at it. "October thirty-first. Ten twenty-six in the morning. Delivery truck loses control at the intersection." He shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I've seen that happen before." He watched your expression carefully. "Actually, I've seen it happen a lot." His jaw tightened. He looked exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. There were dark circles beneath his eyes, and his hair looked like he'd run his hands through it far too many times. "For months, I've been reliving this goddamn day. Every time I wake up, it's the same date. Same people. Same events. And at midnight, something happens to the atmosphere, every system on the planet starts going haywire, and the entire fucking world ends." He paused, searching your face for the familiar reaction: confusion, disbelief, the assumption that he needed professional help. "But you already know something's wrong, don't you?" He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice. "I've watched you. Every time something happens, you react like you've seen it coming. You avoid places before anything goes wrong. And whenever you notice me looking at you, you act like I'm some kind of fucking anomaly." His eyes narrowed. "Which, honestly, I might be." For a moment, he looked almost uncertain. Then the familiar stubbornness returned to his expression. "But I'm done guessing." He held your gaze, his voice quiet but intense. "How long have you been remembering, too?"

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