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When Todoroki woke up, the first thing he felt was the normal fury that came with the beginning of each loop.
“YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO BE OUT HERE!” his father hollered from outside his room, and Todoroki gritted his teeth. He didn’t really want to go all-out and kill his father like he had done last time, but it would be pretty cathartic to beat him up again. He deserved another ICU visit, at least.
He was just walking towards his room’s door when he heard a knocking sound from his window.
It was Yaoyorozu.
Clearly, she was here for a good reason, so he wasted no time in pulling the window open. She beckoned him outside the second it was open.
“Come on,” she smiled. “We’ll deal with Endeavor later - this loop, we have a new plan.”
“Eat this.”
“Wha-” Midoriya blanched.
All Might started, realizing what he had just said. “To inherit my power you have to swallow some of my DNA, that’s how it works!”
Midoriya reached out hesitantly, and All Might thrust the hair into his hands. “Come on, you’re going to be late for the exam!”
Just as he was about to down it, Midoriya flinched, and immediately started looking at his surroundings as if he wasn’t sure where he was. He blinked up at All Might, then gave a resigned sigh and ate the hair without hesitation, as if he hadn’t just been stalling.
“You’re right, thanks, bye!” he called, already running away from the hero, who just blinked as he disappeared in the direction of the train station.
When he arrived at UA, the entire class was already waiting for him.
“The plan’s going well,” Uraraka informed him before he had a chance to say anything.
“At least you didn’t do anything suspicious this time,” Midoriya told them with a sigh as he thought of their last loop. “Let’s go.”
The written exam was first, unfortunately. Resigned to their fate of having to go through this again, the class filed into the exam room, sitting down in their own corner of the room and finishing before the smartest students in the room were even halfway through. As they’d planned, they were in the section that Aizawa had control over, so he pretended not to notice as they talked amongst each other using barely-concealed sign language.
Finally, time was called, and they walked out, sighing in relief.
“That was fucking boring as always,” Bakugou groaned. A student nearby overheard him and stared in shock at the fact that he had just called that incredibly difficult exam boring .
“Let’s go,” Iida called to them. “We’re going to be late for the second exam if we keep standing around.”
Kaminari groaned, and a few other students mumbled to each other in annoyance, but they all headed into the room anyways, knowing he was right. For this loop’s plan to work, they couldn’t act too suspiciously.
(It was suspicious to talk amongst themselves at all, really, but honestly that was worth it, just to combat the boredom they would be feeling otherwise.)
The group completely ignored Present Mic’s presentation, instead opting to sit in the corner of the room and mumble to each other.
During the exam, they just repeated the same strategy as last time. With Midoriya’s help, it was just as easy as last time for Shinsou to get more than enough points to pass. As per the plan, Uraraka pretended to get caught by the 0-pointer, so that Midoriya could copy his past actions by “saving” her. (Back in the teacher’s observation room, Aizawa snorted at her fake struggle, before promptly falling back to sleep.)
“See you later!” Midoriya told them as he pulled away from the group. The kids he didn’t know looked at him in confusion, but he just ignored them. He had work to do at home.
When he arrived, his mom pulled him into a hug immediately.
“Izuku! What happened? Do you think it went... well?”
“Yeah, it went great,” he smiled down at her. “Also,” he added as an afterthought, “by some miracle, I manifested my quirk this morning, so that’s great.”
“ What?! ” she shouted in shock, contrasting with his nonchalant tone. Inko immediately started tearing up at the news (the same news always told her, since it was the simplest way to explain everything). “Oh, sweetie, that’s amazing! We can talk about it during dinner, I’m making your favourite tonight!”
Midoriya smiled, nodded, pulled away from her, and headed to his room. He did feel bad for how she would feel once the plan went into action, so he was trying to be nice to her now (although he still wished he didn’t have to explain it to her every time. He was getting worse and worse at pretending to be astonished at his newfound “miracle quirk”).
Oh well. It was okay in any case though, because it would all be fixed when they looped next.
When he got to his room, Yaoyorozu had already made a group chat, since she was the best at memorizing everyone’s numbers.
Iida: Midoriya, do you remember everything we planned?
Midoriya: Yeah, I think I’ve got everything, I just need to sketch it out, and then I’ll send the designs over to Yaoyorozu.
Todoroki: Uraraka told me all about it. Sounds good.
The plan was quite simple, really. In the last loop, just after the culture festival, Midoriya had run into Todoroki again, who had complained about how boring being a villain was before running off to rob a jewelry store or something. When Midoriya was done beating up the latest small-time villain, he proposed an idea to the class - they could all try their hand at villainy the next loop, just for fun.
The class, always eager to cause mayhem and chaos to combat their constantly increasing boredom, immediately agreed.
They had had a week before the timeline would loop again, so they spent that time designing villain costumes and names for the whole group. And who could blame them if they wanted to add a few other over-the-top embellishments to everything? After all, they’d been acting as heroes for literally hundreds of loops by now.
So in the present loop, once Midoriya was done sketching out the (frankly ridiculous and absurdly impractical) costumes they had designed, he sent them over to Yaoyorozu so she could make them. Todoroki was staying over at Uraraka’s house, since she had convinced her parents to let her live alone for a few weeks before school started. The only thing left to do before school started was wait.
Everyone was incredibly relieved when the first day of school finally rolled around.
Once the whole class was in the room, Sero made sure to tape the door shut, just in case someone came in (although it was doubtful, since it hadn’t really happened before).
“Okay,” Midoriya said, standing in front of the class, brandishing his notebooks. Aizawa was on the floor behind him, completely indifferent to their schemes. “Seems like everything is going to plan. Yaoyorozu bought the super-sketchy villain hideout... we have our ridiculous costumes... everyone’s here... well, we’re all set, I guess. Todoroki?”
All of the other classes were at the orientation ceremony, so nobody saw the entirety of class 1-A exiting from the second floor window down an ice slide and heading out the back of the school, straight into the woods.
Everyone looked hilariously cliche. It was great.
Once they arrived at the dilapidated house Yaoyorozu had anonymously bought, everyone changed into their villain costumes. After conferring, she then created a vast quantity of black hair dye, which everyone applied (even Aoyama, who only reluctantly agreed after he was promised he could infuse his hair with large amounts of glitter).
“What should our first act be?” Uraraka asked once they were gathered in the biggest room of the house (which happened to be a dimly-lit basement).
“We could rob a bank,” Todoroki suggested with a shrug. “That’s what my first crime was last time, anyways.”
“Why not?”
The police were panicking .
It was evening on the first day of school - usually a relatively calm time period, in regards to crime.
Not today.
Today, there had been a sudden explosion of calls from a local bank, something about a group of villains. When the squad of police cars arrived, they expected either an event organized by experienced criminals, or a few desperate people just looking for some money.
What they were not expecting was over a dozen young teenagers dressed completely in black swarming the inside of the building.
One of the police who had been working in the local police force for a while rubbed his eyes as he stared at the building. That couldn’t be right... no... there was no way Eraserhead , a literal pro hero , would just be standing outside and letting this happen.
“Eraserhead!” he called out anyways, almost on reflex.
The pro hero turned his head back, face expressionless, before giving a mock salute and turning back to the building without any further response. The officer stared in shock as one of the teen villains started babbling to him about something, and he nodded along, as if completely okay with their actions.
The media arrived to cover the story happening, and that’s when things became even crazier. For some reason, half of the teens seemed to find the media’s presence more pressing than their robbery-in-process, especially one of them in particular, who started posing in front of the camera, copious amounts of black glitter glinting in his hair.
When the heroes arrived, the villains finally gathered at the entrance of the bank, several of them toting large bags of what was clearly money. One of them seemed to be saying something, although it was too far away to tell, and then they seemed to come to some sort of decision.
One of the heroes with a strength quirk started to run towards the building, building up strength. The group of villains turned towards her, looking completely unbothered, and then an entire wall of ice grew between them and the heroes in less than five seconds.
When they finally got behind the wall, the villains were gone, along with an entire vault-full of money.
“That was kind of fun!” Mina said as they entered their house, walking happily into the completely unfurnished living room.
Bakugou snorted, dropping a bag of money on the ground. “Only because we know there aren’t any real consequences for what we do.”
“And I feel like this, too, is going to become boring pretty fast,” Kirishima said with a sigh as he sat down. “Maybe next time we defeat All for One, we should ask him how he deals with living for so long. I can’t believe he hasn’t literally died of boredom yet!”
“Hey, guys,” Hagakure interjected after a moment of silence. “We’re on the news!”
Everyone’s phones came out immediately, and amused chatter broke out around the room as they read the bizarre headlines dominating the front page of every news website.
The first few articles had clearly been written by people who didn’t know much about the situation.
Is school too stressful? Group of teenagers turn to villainy for unknown reasons
Gang of children rob local bank
The articles written after that were definitely more well-informed, and much more hilarious to the students, who could only imagine the reactions of the other kids in their school.
Entire UA hero class involved in bank robbery
The work of an evil quirk? First year hero class defects to villains
“Okay,” Kaminari said after a moment of thought. “I think this might end up being just a bit more fun than I thought.”
“IT’S TIME FOR US TO GO!” Bakugou hollered, standing in the living room. It took them awhile, but finally the whole class stood together.
“It’s time to bring down Handsy,” Bakugou said with a manic grin, punching a fist into his other hand. With that pep talk out of the way, the class filed out the doorway, squinting at the dawn light outside.
“Hello, everyone!” Iida called to the assembled villains in front of them. To his right, Sero and Yaoyorozu hauled Shigaraki into their line of sight. He was covered in handcuffs, not just on his actual hands, but also on the various severed hands covering his body.
“New plan!” Midoriya called out to them from Iida’s other side, grinning at Todoroki. “Instead of attacking U.A., we will now be going after the number two hero, Endeavor!”
Shigaraki appeared in front of the local police station later that day, so wreathed in handcuffs that he literally couldn’t move any more.
The police thought that was good news, until they started getting reports from the middle of the city, where the number two hero was apparently getting swarmed by dozens of villains, including the villainous hero class.
“Hey,” Midoriya started speaking once everyone was in the room. “I was thinking, we should probably go after Stain about now.”
Uraraka tilted her head to one side. “If we’re playing the villains, shouldn’t we leave him alone?”
He shrugged. “I mean, we could, but things might get too boring if we only commit crimes. I mean, there are only so many crimes we can commit anyways. Plus, we’re doing this all for entertainment, right? And I feel like it would be pretty entertaining to have Tensei’s villainous younger brother save him from a serial killer.”
Stain laughed, and Tensei knew he was dead.
“Just another fake hero... deciding to come and fight me alone, too prideful to make sure you had backup...”
He just sat there, frozen, as Stain continued to monologue about the plague heroes were to society.
And the worst part was, part of Tensei knew he must be right . Because his younger brother, who should have become an amazing hero, had turned out to be a villain.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Tenya burst into the alleyway, immediately followed by two of his villainous classmates. One of them ate something out of his costume and seemed to bulk up in front of his eyes, while the other one leapt towards Stain without pausing, green lightning glinting over his entire body while a cartoonish cape billowed behind him.
Tenya, ignoring Stain, crouched down by Tensei’s side, whose eyes went as wide as they could under Stain’s influence. “Tenya...” Tensei murmured.
“Just wait here,” Tenya told him after checking for injuries, and Tensei could not understand how he looked so unconcerned by... everything .
With a punch, the green lightning kid knocked Stain out, releasing Tensei from his hold.
“Tenya,” Tensei said urgently, looking at his little brother. “What happened to you?”
“Not much,” the short boy in front of him said (how could he speak for Tenya, when they had only known each other for a month or two at most?). “We’re just kind of bored. We wanted to try out villainy to spice things up a bit.”
“I’m glad to see you’re alright,” Tenya said to Tensei, and he watched in a daze as the small group raced away from him into the night, dragging Stain on the pavement after them.
“I feel like we should celebrate somehow,” Tsuyu remarked when they returned (after dropping Stain directly into the police station’s interrogation room via a newly-created hole in the roof).
“What if... we got some cool food?” Mina started smiling as she mulled over the idea. “Yeah! We’ve been eating convenience store food for so long, it would be nice to go out for once.”
“So, we just... break into a restaurant?” Shinsou asked dubiously (he still couldn’t believe this was his fourth loop and he was already being roped into stunts like this).
“Maybe a buffet,” Sato said, completely ignoring the tone of Shinsou’s question. “I don’t think a normal restaurant would serve us, honestly.”
“Very true,” someone agreed. The decision was made.
“Oh no,” Midoriya said. “I forgot about this.”
Kirishima looked at him, shocked. “ You . Forgot that you are the successor of the number one hero . And that he wouldn’t exactly just let you be a villain ??”
“I’ve had a lot on my mind!” Midoriya exclaimed, throwing up his hands. All Might continued to stand in front of the group, in the middle of the restaurant, staring as his successor literally ignored him standing in front of him
“Young Midoriya,” he said in a pleading tone, making the teenager’s head snap back towards him. “Please, what happened to you?”
“Sorry, All Might,” he said casually. “We’re just kind of bored is all. Ask Nezu what’s up, he’s probably figured it out by now.”
Todoroki pulled young Midoriya away from the scene through the gaping hole that Mina had just melted in the wall, following the rest of their class. When he tried to follow, his quirk was erased, and he started in astonishment and terror as Eraserhead poked his head back into the hole.
“See you,” he remarked tiredly, leaving All Might with even more questions than he’d had at the beginning of all this.
“Your name is Eri?” Yaoyorozu asked the little girl they had just saved from the clutches of the Yakuza. She nodded mutely.
“We’ll take care of you now, okay?” she asked. The girl seemed hesitant at first, but after a few weeks, she was right at home in the villains’ household.
“We’re out of food,” Uraraka called to the house. Tokoyami poked his head into the room, and Hagakure was down the stairs in a second.
“On it!”
The cashier at the closest convenience store stood with his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe this had happened again . The villains had rolled an entire shopping cart (from who knows where) into the store, restrained him, piled it full of as much food as it would fit, and left a few hundred dollars in its place.
His boss was going to kill him.
“Loop’s almost up,” Midoriya sighed at their weekly meeting in the living room. “We should probably go fight All for One about now, maybe ask him our question. Then maybe something dramatic at the cultural festival?”
“That sounds fun,” Uraraka agreed. “All of the U.A. teachers have been leaving us alone, so Nedzu probably knows about us, but I kind of want to see the reactions of them anyways. Oh, and especially the students.”
“I have an idea,” Bakugou said with a terrifying grin.
“So, before we take you out, we have a question. Purely hypothetical, of course. But say, if one were in a hypothetical time loop, how would one hypothetically keep themselves from literally dying of boredom after so long? Hypothetically.”
All for One usually spent some time monologuing before his fights, so it disappointed everyone when he stayed silent. Midoriya sighed.
“We’ll get you talking one of these times.”
All for One might as well have talked, because he didn’t stand a chance. Even for him, it was difficult to fend off 20 different heroes at the same time, especially when all of them have essentially 20 years of experience under their belts after their repeated loops.
Aizawa could have helped make it go faster, but watching them repeatedly pummel All for One was always strangely satisfying, so he didn’t really bother.
“Thanks for the helicopter!” Sero yelled down to the news crew staring in shock up at them from the landing pad.
Yaoyorozu was piloting, although it was incredibly difficult considering there were literally twenty-two people crammed into a space that was supposed to fit five (Aizawa sat in the passenger seat, looking incredibly miffed, and Eri was strapped to Uraraka’s back, thoroughly confused). This was helped when Tokoyami opened the helicopter doors a crack and Dark Shadow began tossing spare cameras and medical supplies out onto the street below.
It took them quite a while to get to the UA campus, especially considering they were climbing as high as possible, but they had timed it perfectly. The culture festival was well under way at this point, which is exactly what they had planned for.
“Alright, let’s head out!” Midoriya called, pulling one of the doors fully open. His classmates spilled out, falling straight down to the school below, before pulling their parachute release cords.
Shinsou was hesitating, of course. Everyone else had completely gotten over their fear of death hundreds of loops before (Ojirou had accidentally died in one of the first dozen loops, but it turned out death was impermanent as long as you were still a member of class 1-A. Since then, everyone in the class had died at least once - it wasn’t nice, but it also wasn’t that big an inconvenience either).
Kaminari had no such trepidation. He pulled Shinsou right out of the door, tugged his parachute release cord as soon as they were away from the helicopter, and then dove straight downwards, whooping as he fell.
Yaoyorozu was the last one in the helicopter, being the one at the controls. She let go and jumped out after her classmates, leaving the helicopter to careen downwards, straight into the forest surrounding UA.
It was a dramatic entrance, all right.
They arrived just as the beauty competition was starting. The teachers were muttering on the sides, glancing suspiciously at the news helicopter high above them. It was most definitely not authorized. They discussed it over the radio, but Nedzu didn’t seem to view it as a threat, so there wasn’t much they could do.
Then people started to drop from the sky, black parachutes ballooning from their backs.
The crowd of students was panicking and fleeing the area by the time the first people landed. Some of the third year hero students surged up onto the stage, preparing themselves to fight this unknown threat.
However, when the people from the helicopter started landing on the stage, they did... absolutely nothing. The only action they took was to deposit their parachutes into a pile, and underneath that, they were wearing... UA uniforms? They looked exactly like they belonged there, if it wasn’t for their matching black hair and the fact that everyone already knew exactly who they were.
“Whoops, I think I broke my leg,” one of the students remarked when she landed. “Oh well.”
Other than that, none of them spoke a word of explanation, even as the teachers and older students questioned what on earth was going on. Instead, they simply disembarked from the stage, skillfully dodging out of the way of the various people trying to assault them, and melted into the crowd.
The biggest shock of all came when an adult landed - and it was none other than their fellow teacher and pro hero, Eraserhead. He, too, did not speak a word. He simply discarded the parachute, mumbled something about a nap, and then shuffled off, completely ignoring the teachers screaming at him and trying to reach him through the still-panicking crowd.
Shinsou landed last, and Tsuyu pulled off his parachute for him, since he seemed far too dazed to do so himself. Todoroki incinerated the pile of parachutes, and with that, the last of the students disembarked from the stage.
Finally, several minutes later, the crowd was finally controlled, revealing class 1-A talking amongst themselves in a group.
The teachers surrounded the group, who didn’t seem to notice them for far too long. Finally, Ojirou looked up and blinked at Snipe, who was standing closest to him. “Sorry, did you need something?” he asked, feigning confusion as to why the teacher was there.
“What are you doing here?” Cementoss asked.
“Sorry,” Midoriya repeated, tilting his head to one side. “We have no idea what you’re talking about. We’re UA students, and we’ve been here all along. Right guys?”
The rest of 1-A nodded and blinked innocently, looking around in bewilderment.
“I’m sorry, but we will need to arrest y-”
“That will not be necessary,” Nedzu interrupted, stepping into the fray. The teachers fell silent. “Class 1-A, would you please follow me?”
The teachers stared in shock and awe as Nedzu led the class away from the crowd, acting as if everything was completely normal.
The next day, the entirety of class 1-A held a press conference, where they cheerfully explained the entire situation to the world. Everyone was absolutely shocked.
And then it was made painfully clear that they were only bothering to tell everyone because the next loop was coming soon, and they were running out of ideas for how to mess with everyone.
Unfortunately, the press wasn’t contributing at all. Mainly because for once, they were all so baffled that they actually didn’t have any idea what to say.
“Come ooooooooon,” Ashido said, flailing dramatically. “We’re dying of boredom here! We need ideas!”
“Well, anyone watching, email me if you have any ideas, okay?” Midoriya said, pushing so that he was right in front of the microphone. “[email protected], alright? Just make sure you send it within a week, or we won’t get it. Also,” he said, turning to glare at his sniggering classmates, “stop judging me! That email is a backup, and I made it when I was six!”
The crowd dissolved into chaos as 1-A stepped off the stage, playfully bickering amongst themselves, not even bothering to glance back at the insanity they had caused.
“Well, that was pretty amusing,” Shouji remarked as they sat in a circle on the floor of the classroom. It was the first day of school in the newest loop, and they had pushed aside the desks in the room in favour of sitting on the floor and planning.
“Now, what idea should we do this time?”