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Izuku tries not to reverse time and change destinies and outcomes. He tried it once and it didn’t go over very well. The Void was not happy with him in the slightest, so he didn’t try again. But there’s a boy out there who’s future will become tainted with hatred for those meant to protect him if he doesn’t try.
So here he is, sitting in a cat cafè looking at and analyzing all the possible outcomes for this. There’s a lot of possibilities where he absolutely fucks up everybody’s future, but one possibility stands out to him. There’s a very very very small chance that it works the way he intends for it to, but it’s the only strategy with the best possible outcome.
“Now I just need the spell.”
“Ṱ̸̜͓͛̇͝h̸̗̭̉̊͘e̴̯̤͇̲͒ ̴̠͍̮͝V̶̰̖͈̇͐̓̈́o̵͚͆͠i̸͖̥͉͂̀̊͊d̶̢̡̮̒ ̷̥͖͕̄ă̸̤̘i̶̖̬̿̇͗̔n̸͈̺̬͝t̸̤͑̿͝ ̴̛̘͔̎́̽g̶͙̠̐͊̎̚o̴̢̳̔̒̈ḭ̸̃̎͊̋n̸̫̾͝ͅģ̴̢͚̆ ̵̡̡̘̇́̎ţ̶̛̱̌̋̕ô̶̮ ̴̮͆̀̉ḩ̵̥̈̋͘ȩ̴̳̔́̊l̵̢̬̖̅p̵̙͉͈̾͋ ̸̼̒͜ȳ̸̢̬̩̎ȏ̸̬̣̦̩̈́̈u̵̡͉̤̇́̌ ̴̡̔ͅo̶̞̓̍͆́n̴͉̟͋͜ ̸͇̗͚̫̈́̓̉t̷̯̖̽̊̌h̶̨͈̠͠ỉ̷̝̙̋͝͝s̸̫̆ ̸̤͔̹̀̋̏́o̷̤͎͎͛n̸̫̻͗̉̾͜e̵̳͉̣͇̍̈́ ̶̧̮͂͆̉̄ͅd̸̳͐̽̍͜u̶͉̕d̸̨̝̦̔ẽ̶̖͓̭͔̍̋̋.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You don’t like me messing with people’s pasts.”
“N̵̘̞͇̲̆̅̕â̵̦̩̎͝h̸̡̏ ̴̱͕͗̾w̶̩̯̳̌̿͜e̵͉̾͒̃͝ ̵̜̙̭͈̓d̸͈̞͖͙̀̆ọ̵̳͑̽n̸̛̦͒͆̅'̵̬̓t̸̺̆́ ̶̡̢̰͖̉̆g̴̛̯̫̯͐̑̄ī̴̞̓̈́v̶̖̰̈́̐̊ḙ̴͍͓͒ ̵̢̩̦̈́̆̒̐a̷͉̤̣͒͛͆̍͜ ̶͖̗̠̃͋̕s̸̞̟͆h̴̺̩̼̊̈́͝ḯ̵̪̞̆͊́t̵̛͎͔́͜͠.̸̠̮͒͂̀͠ ̶̛͖̣̘̍̉̎W̵̫̠̝̙̆͑͐͌ę̷̛̞̭̻̍̚ ̸͉̗̒̍͛ǰ̶͔̖̫̂ͅu̴̪͠s̵̺͉̘̺͐͊͘t̵̖̽̇͐͋ ̸̨̘̈́͛w̸̟̟̋a̸̛̺̳̪n̸͎̟̟̰̅͐͘ẗ̶̟͈͉́̾͑ ̸͓̄͛͝ẗ̷̮̟͓̞ȏ̷̙̜̻̘ ̸̛̻͖͓̪̅s̸̢̛͔̃̽ė̴͚̪̆̎e̶̝͝ ̶̗̻̔̂̐͘ÿ̶̡̹͙̭͛͝ö̸͇͕̖̯́̂̄u̶̡̹͔͘ ̵̧̰̻͙͘͝s̴̡̩̤̒̂͑͝ù̴̧̖͐͝f̶̤̑̈́̐̔͜f̵̳̍̽̾̉e̷̗̜̲̚r̷̜̩̎͗̅̑.̶͔͕͙͝ ̸̼̠̙̞̉S̸̼̎͂̋̓o̷̺͔͊̂̈́ ̵̖̂̓̈́u̶͍̳̜͙͋̃n̴̨̽͛ẗ̵̢̙̬͙́į̵̲͇͈͠l̸̝̚ ̴̟̺̩̋̈́͘ẏ̵̘̈́̑͊o̵̡͋̏͐ų̴͌̋̄̊ ̶̡̌̾̾f̸͕̹̈́̔͛ḯ̷̼̄n̴͌̄͑ͅd̵̛̼̈́͂͌ ̶̺̟̠̼̆̏̈́͝ẗ̵̼̓̄ḩ̸̔͜e̷̫̲̪̔̌͝ ̵͍͙̘̻͛͐ṣ̸̮̳̍̃p̶̢̦̪̫̃e̷͔̔l̵͍͘̚l̶̨̻̟̫̐̾̓̚,̴̢̫̭̌̾̽̅ ̵͉̺̅T̷͛͘͜͜ȟ̶̺̈̿͠ę̵͙̜̋͐̚ ̷̠̃V̷̻͔̭̗̆͗͝o̸̢̟̤̎̄͒̎i̸̙̣̺̬̇̋ď̷̦̀̑ ̵̼̌î̴̛̩͠s̶̹̼͉̈̍͒̔n̶̛̟̘̯͆'̶̲̜̀͘t̸̤́ ̴̪̎g̸͚͓̓ò̴̢̟i̸̬̬̗͐̅̓n̶̯̯̣̒ǵ̵̤̞̀̆͠ ̵̲͙̽ț̸͜͜ȏ̴̹͆̽ ̶͇̱̅̑͋̔g̸̖̲͎͐i̸̟̍v̸̫̬̋̀̒e̴̻̒ ̶̻͕͖̲̏̐̊ỳ̴̙̻̚͝ó̷͚͙̯͇̏u̷̦͐͑̋̈́ ̴̤̘͕̯̊à̵̪̟͉͇͆̂ņ̶̬̱̲̔͑ṡ̴͇̂̎͠w̵̧̞͇̌̾̈e̶̝̗̺̟̔r̶̨̥̼̰̈̈́ṣ̸̢̮̈́̎ͅ”
“Wow. Thanks.”
“(`･ω･´)ゞ”
“One of these days I’m going to figure out how you pronounce those.”
“(¬◡¬)✧”
“Mother of All Might, if you don’t leave I’m gonna make you.”
“..・ヾ(。＞＜)シ”
“Fucking hell.”
Vlad King, teacher of 1-B and pro hero, didn’t understand his students. At the beginning of the year, they were fine and acted like normal teenagers. But now, at random times of the day (maybe it’s only random to him because he’s not yet a follower) they would stand up as a whole and bow towards the window chanting in Latin.
He walked down the hallway after one particular chanting moment to see a green haired teen he recognized as Aizawa’s kid, skipping down the hall and each student he passed, bowing towards him like he was of authority. Now, Vlad hasn’t had many interactions with the green haired Aizawa, and the few times he has, he’s been thoroughly traumatized. So when the green haired teen passes him, the hero does all that he can to keep their eyes from meeting because those viridian colored eyes hold a knowledge in them that Vlad can’t begin to comprehend. And he’s not sure he wants to be able to comprehend it.
Maybe it’s for the better.
(It definitely is.)
Izuku looks down at Phil. Maybe he shouldn’t bring his Reticulated Python with him on this judgement trip. He’s still bringing Toshi and Sho along, but he begrudgingly decides to leave Phil.
“It’s for the better.” He tells himself as he dramatically sets Phil on his bed and wipes fake tears from his eyes like the overdramatic drama queen he is.
Phil hisses in his snakey snake language.
“You can eat him in the void. Less mess to clean up.” Izuku promises.
Phil hisses in the snakey snek language again.
“Don’t sass me young man!” Izuku scolds dramatically.
Phil hisses again in the language only snakes (and apparently Izuku) can understand. Izuku gasps dramtically in response.
Muscular gets ready to kill the heroes in front of him. Just about to have some fun when a green haired teen appears out of nowhere in front of him. Along with the green haired teen comes 2 other teens. One with gravity defying purple hair and the other with split red and white hair. It confuses him for a split second and apparently that’s all the time the 3 teenagers need to incapacitate him. The purple teen and the bi-colored teen sit on his arms as the green haired teen slowly walks up to him. He doesn’t know why his quirk isn’t working, but the moment the green haired teenager touches Muscular’s forehead, his muscles shrink and he passes out.
“I never got to warn him.” Is the last thing he hears before his vision goes dark.
“A̷̲̤͘h̸̡̨̽͂̓̈́!̴̡̜̪̲̓̕ ̷̟͑̆̈́W̴̢̰̠̜̓ẻ̵̛̜̙̞̝̅̈́͋l̷̞̐͜ͅc̸̲̑ͅo̵̟̾̌͊̽m̷̢̰̌̎͠e̸̖̗̊͌͆͂̓!̴̢̱͇͈̣̇̉̏̚̕ ̴̞̱̈́͆̇̕̕Į̴̛̳̱͔̽'̸̦͉̊̋͘ͅm̴̹̳͎̝̅͒͌ ̴̤͈̽̽t̴̟͚̟̱͛̌̾͑ḩ̸̥̮̀̍̚e̶̩̩͌ ̶̡̞̠̼̈́̍̇̕m̴͕̗̠̖̂a̵͈̙͚̣͓̓͊s̶͓̝̮̠̽͜ẗ̶̮̖̞́̑͐͠e̸̤̙͓̻͓͌̍̽̓̈́r̶̗̠͚̲̭͝ ̵̞̒̊̌̇͂o̵͕̯̯͇̩̓̓̌f̶̧̥͛ ̷̧̻͎̇̏̅̋̕t̸̩̤̻̪̦̂h̸̤̥̒͗͘ͅi̶̡̺̤͔͛͆̕ṡ̶̮͊̎ ̴̧͇͔̲̲͂̈́v̴̝͔̽͛̽͂̉o̵̡̻̥̔̈́́į̶͓̫̥̞̏͋͗d̷̙̙͒̈́ ̸̨͕̟̳͒̈͑͜a̶͕̙̞͒̕n̸͖̳̄ḏ̶̫̘̫̏̅̾̚ ̴̰͖̙̮̘̒̉ī̸̖̙ţ̸̯̥̘̈̅̊͊̇ ̶͇̟̇a̵̟̩̣̎̓͘p̷̜̏͌͂̀p̵͍͈̽̒̌e̵͎͚̕͝ǎ̴̧̧ŗ̸̹̒̎͒̈́͘͜s̷̰̞̚ ̶̬̠̈́t̸͚͛̉̉̊h̶̫͊͐̑a̵̰͈͙̳̐̃͋ț̵̤̎̈́ ̴̡̫͕̠͈̇̅̊̅̕I̷̠̟̝̟͗͋͊̍z̴̗̙̯̐̿̃͊͝u̷̡̧͈͐̀͘͝k̶͍̪̼̳͒͜u̵̧̗͔͖͔͌͗̓͗̆ ̶̨̑̏̃̈͘f̶̺̳̑͆̈́̓̈o̵̧͉̺̎͗r̶̼̮͉̎̾̉g̵̛̠̦̼̐͘ȏ̶͍̭̌͒̌ţ̶͖̜̤̖͂̾̽ ̷̨̛̜͆̔̑͘t̵̛͙o̵̱͗̕͠ ̶̩͚̺̺̈́͂͜͝ẁ̶̠̮̖̯á̵̜̙̔͛͐͝r̴̛̳͔̬̓̏̔͜͠n̸͉͛̀̓̾͠ ̴̢̧̟̔y̴̡̼͛̒o̵͉̰͌͝u̵̹̣̩͂̐̓̉͒ ̵̛̣̋͌̕o̵͉̿͐̚f̴̮͈͗ ̴̟̱̭͙͎̓̋y̸̨̛̫̬͕ǒ̵̯͈̿u̶̮̲̟̞͍̓̾̊̇̈́r̸̗̆̑̏̒ ̶̛̹̋̔̚ͅj̴̰̫̦̜͕̔̇u̵̙̲̮̯̬͌̐d̴͖̳͇̠̂̑g̷̦͇̺̖̀̈e̷̯͐́m̸̳̖̉͗ȩ̵̡̋͐̈́͠͝n̷͓͙͂̊͆t̷̢͠͠.̸̧͒̅̈́̇͝”
“Ow what the fuck?” Muscular curses, pressing his hands to his ears.
“Ợ̸̂̎̆h̶̺͛͜ ̵̛͙̹͉̅͆͜t̷͚̠͕̓̓͝h̶̛̯͔̤̜̼͛̿̍a̵̩̣̠̩̽͝͝t̶̼̳̾̕ ̴͙̉̎ẘ̵̱̬̥̳ǫ̵̹̟̼̒̎n̸̡̟̲̣̑͝'̶̦͚̙̋̎͂͜ͅt̶̨͙̤͈̝̅ ̸̹̝̭͍̂͒w̴͍̠̉o̴͍͓̠̝̼̎ṙ̸̼̦̞̑́k̷̗̜͔̹̏̽͜.̵͖͇̠̃͐͝ ̴̨̯̓”
“Who are you?” Muscular asks, though he feels it’s futile to expect a response.
“Ȋ̸̱͙̬ ̶̘̗͌̂̽̿j̷̛̼̻̩̔́ͅu̵̮̠͑s̴̢̛̮͚̞͚̆̇̏̕t̶̼̮̯̠͗̇͆͠ ̷̱̙͆͝t̸̛̗ǒ̵̢͕͓͌͝l̴̘͙̟̾̅̋̌͒͜ḓ̶̗̎͘ ̴̠̘̍͂y̷͓̥͔̹̮̎̂̿ȏ̸̯͇̜̒̄u̸̙̮̣̓̎̚ ̵̢̖͇̝̘̔̌̎ḋ̵̯͌̚͝ự̴̑̓̂̆ͅm̵̨̡͚͕̎̎͠b̴͔͌͛̋̂͠a̵͊ͅs̴̬͖̈́s̶̳̅͛͐.”
“Where am I?” Again, he feels he’s not going to get a proper response.
“A̷͕͔̚ ̴̢̢̹̜̪̒p̷̱̈͂͂̓l̷̥͉͂̊͌ą̸̂c̷͍̀̅̏́e̴̢̱͆͘ ̷̢̧̟̹̣̑̐̈́̊͝w̴̫͚̱̆̏̊h̵̞͇̻̯͗e̶̹̮̦͒̌r̶͉̥͗̈́e̴̼͚̝̤̽́́ ̶̘̈̃͝y̷̱̅̄̚o̶̲̜̪͖̚ǔ̶̧͙̦̜̃̌r̸̳̣͍̰̆ ̸̺̅͒͊͒̋e̵̤̞̓͛̈́x̸̢̜̗̓͑i̷̘̲̟̕s̸͔̈́̂̒t̶̥́͌̕ȇ̵̖͎̰̈́̉͝n̶̦͖̠͈̖͘c̸̩̿̓ḛ̵͚̘̣̬͑̄̏ ̴͓̟̰͊̀̈̄i̶̭͍̦̝͘s̵̤̜̎̄̋̊ ̵̹̒̚m̸̩̗̫̩̔̎̂͘͝ė̴̘̫͍͔̆â̵̗͚͚͛̿̑͘ṉ̴̺̌͛̉̀͝ͅį̵̬̣̤̀͌̇ͅn̶̙̆́̈́̉͝ͅg̷̼̤̳̰͑̕l̷̪͙̼̒̑̃ĕ̸̡̝̰͔̖š̸͈̳͙͈̚s̸̘̱̰̬̟͋̀̓̀.̸̯͇͐.”
Izuku looked at the detective across from him.
“Tsuki. My dude. My guy. I haven’t done anything.” Izuku says.
“Yes you have. All of our files are wiped clean of something. There are holes in cases that shouldn’t have holes. I just want to know what you did.” Tsukauchi asks, exasperated yet resigned to his fate.
“Well I judged someone of course!” Izuku says cheerfully.
“And what was your purpose for doing this?” Tsukauchi asks, already preparing himself for the cryptic answer he’s sure to receive.
“He has been judged and a kid becomes a hero.” There it is. Those famous cryptic responses anyone gets when asking about Izuku’s judgements.
Well, at least he’s not being judged.
“Yes, be glad you’re not on my judge list.” Izuku says.
“You have a list?” Tsukauchi asks.
“Yuppers! Toodles! Gotsta go pick up my little sister.” Izuku says as he stands and skips out the door.
Tsukauchi needs a drink, maybe 5, and definitely a raise. He really does not get paid enough for this.
Kota Izumi. Izuku watched the future as the boy went on to become a well known limelight hero along with his parents. Well his parents retired long before Kota could graduate hero school, but the little boy was fine with that. It just meant he got to protect more people.
Izuku smiled to himself. Going back in time was a rare occurrence, and the fact that he got to do it with his boyfriends made it all the better. Even if it was only for a small chunk of time.
“Ę̶͇̪̪̫͋̚w̷̧͕͋̈̀.̴̙͋͆ ̷͙̗̐F̶͍̔͗̋ụ̸̅̄̕ċ̸̜̭̍k̷̼̐̑̅̕i̵̩͊̊̚̕n̸̲̲̘̝̋̇̀g̶͖̝̏̄͋͗͊ ̸̥͎͑͛̓S̶̜̦̝̝͍̄͂͝ǎ̴̖͖͜p̶̡̱̩͌͑̔̓̂.”
“I’m going to fucking murder you one of these days.”
“Ḇ̶͓̻͙̈́̎̎i̵̺̽̄̓͝t̸͙͂̄c̶͔̔̄̋ḩ̸̰͖̈͑̒͊ ̸͇͚̺̇̅̽̋I̵̘̣͊̑̾̈́̂'̶̨̟͚̺̺̅̽̈́͗͠m̴̟̿̓͊ ̸̨̩͋̊̉̓ä̸̖̩̈́̚ ̴̥͖̻̼̩̑͂̄͂̅g̵̢̈̐͠͠o̶̡̨͎̞̐̔ď̷͎͕̤̩̓̅ ̵̜̯̠͍͒ͅy̸͚̭͝ò̵͓́̎u̷͈̣̭̒͠ ̵̙͙͆̾̚͝͝c̷̗͚̦̉̈a̵̝̻̘̼̝̾͗n̶̩͖͊'̵̯̩̼̣̀͝t̵̺͉̼̓ ̵̢̗̣̦̝͌̔k̶̛͚̣̼̣̈͑i̸͉̾l̸̜̩̦̬͌̎l̴̒̃͜ ̷͔̗͌̂̈́͛m̴̰̉̊͑e̴̙̬̭͕̎̕.”
“I can if I try hard enough.”
“t( -_- t )”
“I swear to Grandma I’m going to get you!”
“Y̴̞͈̼̫̎ő̴̝̯̮̄̃͠ų̸̭̬͙̐͑̋̑̐͜'̴͕̃v̷̱̀̔é̷̱̺̙̈́̓̌ͅ ̸̡̣̱̯̉͛n̷̛̼̉̏̈ĕ̶͇v̷͔̖̭̺̈́e̴̡̳͊͆r̵̟̔̎̏ ̸̲͉̳̣́̊̂̆è̴̠̳̤̖̠͊v̴̬̝͋ͅẻ̴̜ͅn̶͍͗͊̏̓̈́ ̴̢̠̅̏m̷̬̜̅̕ë̵̳̭̬̽̐̂͒t̵̟̪̲͂ ̸̺̤̻͎̻̅̃͐y̵̼̹̌͒̄͂ơ̸͙̲̰̍̃́̕͜ͅü̴̘͕̘̉͂r̶̤̹͎̬͊͒̈͒ ̸̯̫̱̲́̈́̃̚̕ģ̸̨͖̗̔͒̈́̏͘r̴̳͈̞̺͛a̶̢̮̽̈̈́͘͜n̷̺͔̒̈̍͘͜d̶̯͓͇͌̈́m̶̡͓̂a̵͖͎̹̘̓͑̀́ ̸̢͉̗̱̐̍̚ͅÿ̷̙͙́́͌͗̓å̷͍̭͎̬͙̃̿ ̴̝̞̤͆̀̀d̸̩͇̩̱̈́̓̎̚ų̶͈̠͛̽̀m̴̡̢̛̹͇̅͊͗b̸̧̝̞̤̜͋̄́á̴̛͚͒͘ͅs̶͍̯̥͔̍s̶̞͖̞͋!”
“Well at least I have one!”
“Ḧ̷̨̢̥́̌̎͌o̴̘̹̘̾̉̓̌̽w̷̥͚̩̦͋ ̷̛̗̭̈́͘͜ď̴̹̤͍̳͜͝o̸͍̐̆ ̴̳̪̻̪̾͠ỷ̵̮͕̻̲̞̔̈́͋̌ǫ̵͈̳̈́û̸̥͔͙͈͗̇͌ ̴̜̉̕͠͝͝k̷̛͕̭͙̟͝n̵͚̗̹͓̹̋o̵̺͉͍͌͑̍̔w̸̗̪̬͖͙̐̋̍͘ ̶̱͊́͘ṯ̴̛̋h̷̦̤͎̉̑̈́̓͌a̵̹͖̾t̸̡̩͙̐?”
“You little fuckerー”
“Izuku?” His dad asked from the door to his bedroom.
“Yeah Dad?” Izuku asked, turning towards the man.
“You were yelling at someone. You ok?” His dad, amazing, wonderful dad, asked, concern lacing his tone.
“G̸̡̖͓̱͗̈̏r̷̮̦̐͠ŏ̶̤̟̽͘s̴̡̓̔s̵͍̙̃̈́̍̔͝.̴̧̜̩͍̳̐̑̀̓͑ ̶̢̇̑̍̕Ṅ̶̦̍͘͝o̴̮̼͋ ̸̤̘̞̯̈́̌ͅs̵͔͙̈́a̷̡̩̗̙̹̒̏p̶̡̛͙͇͕͊͋̑̔p̶̮̲͋́͌͘ÿ̸̘͂ ̶̨̗̩̈́f̴̣̆e̵̬̳̳͆͐́͠e̴͈̍͐̿ͅl̴̦̉͛̑ì̸̪̥̣̀̇̂̚n̶̫̺̽̏ġ̴͈͉̦̈́͂̃s̴̳̜̍̓͐ ̴̰̺͖͔̩͐ȋ̶̢̳͍͜n̶̡̮͂̒̽̆̎ ̸̞̓͂͝m̷̝͚̮y̵̛̼͜ ̵̛̛͍̘̇C̶͕͍̙̻͂͝h̷̳̹̀̍̂r̷̼̫̖͎̱̍̎ȉ̴͔̩͈̬͚͠s̷͎͕͇͑̿̈̈́̃ṭ̴̡͙͍͑̌i̵͇̺͍̟ͅǎ̵̩͊̈́ṉ̴̗̬̾̕̕͝͝ ̶̢̤̥̕̚͝M̵̥̻̝̌̋̀ì̸̦̦̈͆͠n̸̨͉̫̻̐͑è̴̳͈̼̮̖͋͑̚͘c̴͖͗̉͝r̵͓̖̐̀̉͒̅á̷̧͙̤̫̀̋̏f̴̜͉̓̓̅ṯ̵̛̥̫̀̈̿̚ ̵̫̬̰͂͗̆̑s̶͓̰͒̃͛e̶͕̠͉̠̋̄͝r̷͚̤̽v̴͔͓̭͛e̴̯̙͇̟̋͋͆̀͠r̴͕̩̞̹͙̓͠.”
“Yeah I’m fine. Just need to take care of something real quick.” Izuku said, his left eye twitching in annoyance.
“Alright Kiddo, just don’t kill anyone you’re not supposed to.” His dad said, walking out of Izuku’s room and closing the door behind him.
“Oh I’m so gonna kill you!” Izuku screams.
“。。。ミヽ(。＞＜)ノ”