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He’d honestly been minding his own business, not that anyone would’ve believed that. It seemed to Midoriya that trouble just followed him wherever he went. He was just going for an afternoon jog, not even in a shady part of town, when he’d heard a commotion around the corner. He slowed to a walk and cautiously peeked his head around the corner to survey what was going on.
The first thing that he noticed was a thin person turned away from him. They wore black jeans and a grey hoodie, and Midoriya felt like he should recognize them. His attention, however, was quickly snatched by a short and muscular man with his face curled into a snarl. He wore a somewhat gaudy red and black bodysuit with the word ‘swap’ plastered across the chest in a cheesy western-style comic book font.
“I will not join you,” the man who Midoriya had decided to think of as Swap said in a gratingly annoying voice that almost sounded like two people talking in unison. “How dare you suggest that I cannot succeed in my own? I do not need your ridiculous league.”
“For the last time, you badly designed NPC, you asked to join me. Not the other way ‘round. Then you got all pissed when I said no.” Midoriya recognized that voice. It only took a few seconds for him to place where he’d heard it. Shigaraki. The man in the hoodie was Shigaraki.
But he didn’t have time to react before Swap was talking again, even louder and more obnoxious than before. “Yeah, well let’s see if you act so superior swapped with a raccoon or some shit. I bet your little league won’t even notice the difference.”
And then there was a flash of red light and the disorienting feeling of floating away from his own body, and Midoriya passed out.