All characters and story belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Masashi Kishimoto
"Hey, kid, kid." Minato was gently shaking Bakugo, who had lost consciousness from the built-up tension and was back in the hospital bed. "Are you okay?"
Bakugo slowly opened his eyes and saw the face of the blond ninja. After a moment of confusion, he remembered everything that had happened. The villains' attack, the conversation with the nurse, and what had happened with the phone made him realize the seriousness of the situation.
Not only had they shrunk his body, but they'd also sent him to another world. A world with very antiquated technology.
"Do you think I'm okay, moron? Give me a break..." she said, standing up and moving away from him. "I just found out that..."
Bakugo thought better of it and decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn't know anything about that world; it was very likely that if he said he was from another world, he'd be sent to a mental hospital. It would be best to learn everything about that world. Although it would hardly be of any use to him.
From the conversation with the nurse, he understood that there were no heroes. And therefore, there were no powers (Quirks) or villains. Furthermore, their technology was very precarious. It would be very difficult for anything or anyone to have the ability to transport between worlds.
It was more likely that he'd just leave there waiting for someone to rescue him. He thought that with luck one of the heroes would have already captured the man in black and forced him to undo the quirk.
So his immediate goal was to not look crazy and survive long enough to be rescued.
—I just found out that...! Forget it, my head hurts. I need some fresh air. —said Bakugo with a sigh
"Is it safe for the kid to leave here?" Minato asked the hospital chief.
"We just performed a CT scan (head scan), and there are no signs of intracranial injury. A couple more days in the hospital and we can discharge him," the hospital chief assured.
"You heard the doctor. You'll be able to leave in a couple of days. Until then, rest. I'll come see you then and give you a tour of the village. The nurse told me you're not from around here."
"It's fine," Bakugo said without protest. He figured it would be good for him to rest, and with luck, in his world, this whole problem could be resolved in the next two days.
Minato left with a wave. During the two days he was in bed, to avoid dying of boredom since there was no internet or television in the hospital, he read a couple of books about the history of the Ninja Wars. There had been three Ninja Wars so far, and apparently, the blond man who had visited him was a living legend who had defeated countless enemies in the Third Ninja War. He was like the All Might of this world.
Unfortunately for Bakugo, his world wasn't quick to resolve this. The proof of this is that he'd been discharged, yet he was still stuck in Konoha.
Just as Minato had promised, he went to see him again once he was discharged. They left the hospital, the boy dressed in his hospital pajamas and Minato in his kage robes. They walked through the village, and every villager who saw them pass bowed to the Yondaime.
—I've heard your name is Katsuki Bakugo and that you don't like being called Katsuki. My name is... —he was interrupted by Bakugo.
"Minato Namikaze. I read a book with your face on the cover, man. Don't get too cocky about it, I'm sure I could kick your ass any moment," Bakugo said, hands in his pockets.
"So young and you're already fighting?" Minato asked, interested, not caring about the boy's bad manners. Truth be told, he liked that the boy didn't treat him with respect like everyone else. He was still embarrassed by honorifics. "That's impressive."
—Believe it or not, I'm ten... —He thought twice before opening his mouth again. He remembered not to make people think he was crazy... —...I'm five years old.—
"What a coincidence," Minato said with a smile. "My son Naruto is also five years old. Maybe you two will be friends in the future."
"I doubt it," Bakugo replied. And not just because he was actually 16. Bakugo wasn't very sociable; the only thing resembling a friend he had was Kirishima.
"Don't say that, kid. I'm sure you'll get along great," Minato continued, still smiling. "Speaking of Naruto... that's his favorite place to eat in the world." He pointed to the Ichiraku Ramen stand.
"Ichiraku Ramen?" Bakugo read aloud with a grimace. "Doesn't look very good, man."
"Appearances can be deceiving, Bakugo. Come on, I'll treat you to anything you want," the Yondaime said enthusiastically.
"Tsk," Bakugo muttered. "I hope they have something spicy."
Already inside the store, there was an adult dressed as a chef making a bowl of ramen.
—Oh, what a pleasant surprise, Yondaime! And our most loyal customer... Wait a minute... you're not Naruto. Who is this boy, Yondaime?—said the owner of the establishment, surprised.
"Hehe. It's a long story, Teuchi," Minato said, scratching his head. "I'll explain later, but right now I want you to prove to this little guy that my son is right when he says it's the best restaurant in the world."
"That's a done deal!" Teuchi said, proud of the Hokage's compliment. "What can I get you, kid?"
"The spiciest dish you have, Grandpa," Bakugo replied, sitting down on one of the shop's stools.
"Eh?" But…" Teuchi looked dubiously at Yondaime.
"You heard him, Teuchi," Minato said.
"Well, as the saying goes, the customer is always right," Teuchi said. "I'll have a bowl of extra-spicy ramen."
The owner turned away and let the Yondaime and the boy talk about their own things.
"I'm going to get a little serious, Bakugo," Minato said, his face no longer reflecting the smile that had accompanied him until now. "What are your parents' names, Bakugo?"
"The old witch's name is Mitsuki. My old man, Masaru," Bakugo replied, bored and leaning his head on the counter.
"Do you know where they live?" Minato asked.
"They're not here," Bakugo said indifferently. He couldn't tell the truth because he'd be thought of as crazy, but he didn't want to lie about his parents, so he answered with a half-truth that suggested they were dead. "They're not in this world."
"I'm sorry," Minato said sadly. "My parents and wife aren't with us either. Do you have any siblings? Any relatives?"
"No," Bakugo replied uncomfortably. He knew Katsuki was going to ask him about his life. But it felt awkward. Katsuki Bakugo wasn't the type to talk about his life.
—Do you know how you ended up in the middle of the woods with a gash on your head? Do you know who did it to you?
—No. —Bakugo lied.
The Yondaime sensed that Bakugo was lying, but he didn't want to push the poor boy any further. They both remained silent until Teuchi arrived.
"Extra spicy ramen for the gentleman," Teuchi announced with a smile. He was dying to know the blond boy's reaction.
Bakugo first smelled it and then tasted it a little. He looked at Teuchi in disappointment and in less than 30 seconds, he devoured the entire bowl of ramen.
"You call this spicy, Grandpa?" Bakugo said indignantly.
Teuchi developed a giant vein on his forehead.
"Now you see, brat! You want spicy? I'll give you spicy!" she said, turning around and preparing another bowl, but this time with her spiciest ingredients.
—Hehe, Teuchi, he's a kid... —said the Yondaime with an awkward laugh and a drop on the back of his neck.
—No one messes with my food, Yondaime! I don't care if it's a woman, a child, or a Kage! Today this little brat will lose his desire to order spicy food.
Bakugo rested his hands on the back of his head and rocked back as if it weren't his problem. Five minutes later, the chef turned around again and appeared with another bowl of ramen. But this one had a smell that made your throat dry and your eyes water.
"You still have time to back down, brat," Teuchi said defiantly to Bakugo. "A timely retreat is a victory."
"Have you finished talking, Grandpa? I'm hungry, and you're ruining my food," he replied provocatively.
"Whatever you want, kid." I take out a 2-liter jug of water. "Here, you're going to need it."
Bakugo ignored Teuchi's suggestion and started eating the bowl of ramen. He stopped when he was a little over halfway through. Teuchi and Yondaime stared at Bakugo with wide eyes.
"Not bad, Grandpa," Bakugo said, nodding his approval.
"It's impossible!" Teuchi said, frightened. "You're not human!"
—You finally took pity on the poor kid. Let me try it, though. I don't mind spicy food either. —Minato said. He took a big sip from the bowl. His face instantly turned red. —AAAAAA! FI FEFUA! FE FEMO! FE FEMO! AFUA! —He gulped down the entire pitcher of water.
(Because of the burning, the Hokage couldn't pronounce it correctly; he said exactly: My tongue! I'm burning! I'm burning! Water!)
"I hadn't finished my bowl yet, man. Order yours later," Bakugo said, taking back the bowl of ramen. He immediately finished the rest of it. All without drinking a drop of water.
"How are you still alive?" Minato asked seriously after ordering another jug of water. "This is the most impressive thing I've ever witnessed in my life! And I'm telling you this as someone who's been in a war and seen giant beasts!" the Yondaime said sincerely.
"What do you want me to say, man?" Bakugo shrugged. "I like spicy food."