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“What a stupid way to die, Kirishima,” A light-haired teen with light pinkish-purple highlights complained in a monotone voice.
The blue-haired teen glared and growled at the teen beside him, “You’re going to die, too, dumbass!” he roared, smacking the other teen at the back of his head with his activated quirk.
The other teen winced and touched the back of his head, “Ow…” he whimpered, glaring back at Kirishima, “Go to hell.”
“And leave you here all alone?” Kirishima retorted, rolling his eyes.
Before the light-haired teen could speak in return, the villain in front of them roared in rage, “DO YOU THINK SO LOWLY OF ME THAT YOU DON’T EVEN SEE ME AS A THREAT?!” he growled, activating his quirk directed to the teens.
A giant black hole started forming at his palms, the wind sucking them in ever so slightly.
“Not really, I just find you troublesome,” the light-haired teen monotone, resting his chin on his palm with his other hand gripping on a loose metal from a fallen concrete, “Katsuki was supposed to end you earlier, but he was too useless that he can’t even do that right,” he answered, glancing at the quiet black-haired teen behind him.
Katsuki flinched at his words, gripping the hem of his hero costume with tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “I’m sorry–”
“ENOUGH! IF YOU WON’T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY THEN DIE!” The villain roared and powered his quirk, throwing the black hole in their direction at a lightning speed before they could even react.
A dual-haired teen giggled, jumping between the black hole and the other teens in the last second.
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“Deku! Hurry the fuck up and open the door!” Bakugou Katsuki yelled while holding the bag of groceries they just bought.
“Hold on,” Izuku sighed, holding the groceries with one hand and the other struggling to open the door. It took him a few seconds before the door budge and open.
“Fucking finally!” the blonde teen huffed, entering their dorm with Izuku following suit.
“We’re back!”
Their classmates immediately glance in the doorway and stopped from whatever they were doing to help them with groceries.
“Welcome back!”
“I hope you didn’t run into villains this time.”
“Oh! My! God! Thank you for buying sweets!”
“Poptarts too!"
“Bakugou, Midoriya, you should refrain from buying groceries that are not on the list—”
“Shut up, Four-eyes!”
Izuku smiled warily and sweatdropped, “It’s alright, Iida. We bought it with our own money, anyway, it’s for everyone,” he explained.
The robotic teen nodded with his hands moving up and down like a robot, “Alright, if you say so, Midoriya!”
Izuku nodded and smiled, “Oka–”
He was brutally cut off when a black portal appeared in their ceiling and four figures fell with smokes surrounding them.
Class 1-A was immediately on alert, taking on both offensive and defensive stances.
“Is it the league?!”
“How did they get here?!”
“Iida, call Aizawa-sensei!”
“I’m on my way! Please don’t engage in combat!”
With that, their class president left.
Izuku glared at the four figures, taking an offensive stance as well. He has to protect his friends and get away from here as soon as possible. But they were on UA property, who knows what these intruders will do once they leave them alone.
He just hopes that Iida gets the pro-heroes on time.
They waited for the smoke to clear, holding their breath while surrounding the four figures.
“Ow… Kirishima, you’re heavy.” A whiny voice complained, “Get off.”
Kirishima? The class thought, their brows furrowed.
The red-haired teen himself blinked in confusion, Me?
“Oh, you’re still alive,” another one spoke, their voice husky and sarcastic.
“You sound so disappointed, I might think you hate me.”
“I do. Fuck yourself.”
“Sweet, but you really should come up with new insults, dinosaur-shit.”
“G-guys! W-we shouldn’t be fighting…” another voice spoke up, their voice raspy but quiet.
“Cool! Guys, we’re not dead!” another one voiced in glee, their giggles filling the room.
“Why the hell are you even here?”
Finally, the smoke cleared up.
A blue-haired teen with his hair down showed up first, wearing a blue hero costume relatively close with the canon Kirishima’s hero suit.
Another teen appeared next amidst the smoke, they have a dual-haired color with black and blue split perfectly in the middle. He was wearing UA’s gym uniform with other accessories on his clothes.
“Kirishima?!”
“Me?!”
“Todoroki without a scar?!”
“...What?”
The class roared in confusion, staring at the two intruders with wide eyes open. Some rubbed their eyes, pinched their cheeks, punched themselves, and whatever whatnots to prove themselves that they weren’t seeing a hallucination.
Todoroki and Kirishima look baffled by the sudden appearance of their look-a-likes with different color themes.
“Alright, I don’t get enough sleep to give a fuck on what’s happening here.” Shinsou stood up and walked away with a cat mug in his hand, leaving their class stunned.
(TO make this easier, the canon characters’ names are written normally. While the inverted characters have “I.” written before their names.)
I.Kirishima frowned from the sudden commotion, finally noticing the people surrounding them. He immediately activated his hardening quirk in case of combat before analyzing the people in the room.
To his surprise, they all looked too familiar.
His eyes flickered, recognizing some of them just a little… different.
“Wow!” I.Todoroki gasped, scrambling towards his look-a-like with an exaggerated smile, “You look just like me! But with trauma!” he giggled, holding Todoroki’s hands and shaking them up and down.
“No offense though! You just need to brighten up your life more!” the teen added with a cat-like grin on his lips.
Todoroki took a step back, taking sharp breathes from the sudden interaction before glaring at his look-a-like, “Who are you–”
“Oh! You have a nasty scar! That's pretty ugly!” I.Todoroki chuckled, tilting his head ever so slightly, “I’m so glad I’m not you!”
The class was dumbfounded, not sure how to take in the situation. They were frozen in place, watching the weird interaction between the two Todorokis in the room.
The newcomer that looked too much like Todorki just insulted Todoroki backhandedly, one of the most handsome students in their class and the school by far.
Izuku gulped, itching for answers finally breaking the silence from his class, “Who are you guys? Why are you here? How did you get here?” he blurted out, taking the attention from the intruders.
I.Kirishima eyed him with a raised eyebrow, analyzing him inside-out making the poor teen uncomfortable.
The teen sighed, rolling his eyes as if he just realized something. “Not another one,” he groaned, ruffling his hair in annoyance.
“Another one?” Izuku asked, tilting his head in confusion, “What does that mean–”
“Ah, you must be me,” A monotone voice spoke up.
Their heads immediately turned to the light-haired teen wearing a hero costume similar to Izuku’s, except it was the color of between purple and magenta with white lines.
“Me…?” Izuku sucked in his breath, scanning his look-a-like.
The newcomer has freckles similar to his, bright blue shoes vaguely similar to his shoes, and a—
I.Izuku sighed and turned around to face another teen, ignoring the questioning looks from the people around him when he heard a meek muttering behind him. “Katsuki, how long are you going to sit there?” he snarled weakly, but loud enough to instill fear into the black-haired teen still sitting on the floor with his knees on his chest.
I.Katsuki looked up, meeting I.Izuku’s impassive and apathetic look that made him flinch. He doesn’t like that look, he never liked that look. He can never read I.Izuku whenever he’s like that, he'll–
“I-I’m sorry!” he cried, getting out of his head before scrambling on his feet to stand up besides I.Izuku.
“WHAT IS THE FUCKER APOLOGIZING FOR?!” Katsuki yelled across the room, finally connecting something dot to dot.
I.Katsuki quivered and hid behind I.Izuku, tears dripping from his eyes, “I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to–”
“WHAT THE HELL–”
“You’re such a crybaby, Katsuki,” I.Kirishima intervented, ignoring the explosive teen and glaring lowly at the quivering black-haired teen instead, “You’re embarrassing us from us, ” he grunted.
I.Katsuki nodded and pursed his lips, holding onto I.Izuku’s costume, “I didn’t mean to…” he muttered weakly, looking down with newly formed tears flowing down his cheeks.
“Hey! Don’t talk him down like that!” Kirishima finally spoke, taking the blue-haired teen’s attention away from the black-haired teen. “That’s not very manly!”
Ah, must be me. I.Kirishima thought.
I.Kirishima shook his head from his look-a-like and waved his hand off, “Doesn’t matter,” he huffed before turning his attention to the class.
I.Todorki was beside him at his right giggling to himself, I.Izuku on his left with an impassive look on his face, and I.Katsuki behind them holding onto Izuku’s costume like his life depended on it.
He took a step forward and bowed with his hand on his chest, “Greetings, I am Kirishima Eijiro,” he started and stood up straight, a smile growing on his lips as he notice everyone hold their breath, “And it seems like we’re brought onto your dimension.”
As if on cue, All Might barge in their dorm.
“HAVE NO FEAR, STUDENTS! I AM HERE!” All Might boomed, now standing in front of Aizawa and the rest.
“I will—” the number one hero stopped midway from his sentence when he was pulled in by a force coming from his successor’s look-a-like. Baffled, he turned to the boy, “What–”
“All Might!” the students screeched, witnessing the dreaded hostage situation of the number one hero in front of them.
I.Kirishima’s quirk activated with his hand pointed directly at the hero’s neck. His other hand holding the hero’s arm to refrain him from moving. He was glaring at the hero, ready to cut off his limbs with his hardening quirk acting as a sharp knife. “Move and I’ll slash your neck, asshole.” the teen threatened.
I.Todoroki covered the hero’s lower legs in place with ice and his hand igniting blue fire dangerously near the hero’s face, a smile still stretched on his lips. His smile was mischievous, yet still holds the killing intent he was radiating.
I.Katsuki was no longer quivering, he was on top of the hero in a swift motion while grabbing a fistful of hair and his legs in the pro-heroes shoulder to remain in place. His other hand popping sparks as a warning, his eyes empty and his cheeks stained with tears.
Izuku activated his quirk, green lightning spreading from his body, ready to jump in the situation. Kirishima activated his quirk, along with Bakugou, Todoroki, and the rest of the class to engage in combat.
"Let our teacher go!"
"Don't engage in combat!" Their teacher yelled along with pro-heroes with their quirks pre-activated, glaring at his students, especially towards his problem child.
The students looked at their homeroom teacher with pleading eyes, "But-"
"No buts!" their teacher snapped.
The students gritted their teeth, their hands growing pale from gripping their hands. They looked at the situation at hand, forcing themselves to watch the situation helplessly.
I.Izuku stared at the number one hero before looking back from the crowd.
Aizawa was using his quirk on I.Izuku if his glowing eyes and floating hair were any indications. The teacher glared in their direction, especially towards the light-haired teen, “Let him go," the pro-hero ordered, but the intruders didn't reply. They didn't budge.
"What do you want?” he asked, trying to remain calm about the situation, trying to take another approach.
They can't engage in combat easily, not with the number one hero as a hostage and the kids in their field of combat.
I.Izuku opened his mouth, his face stoic and his voice in monotone.
What left his lips next stunned them.
“We want to know why you have the number one supervillain with you.”