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Izuku Midoriya was not what one would consider... ideal hero material. He was weak, without a quirk, and constantly bullied. He had nothing going for him. As he lay in bed, thinking about the next day, and the challenges that would come with. As the green haired boy closed his eyes... he hoped that nothing bad would happen....
And then he awoke. Somewhere completely different. Alone. Looking around, he found that this seemed to be a kind of waiting room. Far beyond anything he'd seen. It seemed to be the outside for a theater, where people would wait for them to be cleaned out. It was also the place where one could get concessions, popcorn and soda. Standing up, he frantically looked around, for any sign of people. But... there weren't any. Not even a person in the concession stand.
This is a strange dream... I wonder...
However, before Izuku could wander any further... there was a flash of light from behind him, and a new person appeared. Walking over to investigate... he found that it was someone he'd never seen before. She was beautiful, with a brown haired bobcut, and slightly rosy cheeks. She tussled and turned, before starting to wake up herself. Looking around, she brightened up when her eyes saw him. "Hi! Uh... do you know where we are?"
Wait, this isn't just a dream? "You... you don't know? Uh... I th-thought this was a dream... so..."
That made them both pale in the realization that they were lost, and with no idea on what to do about it. So, with nothing else to do, the brunette introduced herself, "So, I'm Ochako Uraraka. Who are...?"
Cursing his weakness at speaking to girls, he stammered, "I-Izuku Midoriya."
"Midoriya, huh?" She giggled, glancing at his hair for a moment.
Blushing in embarrassment, he nodded in agreement about the strange coincidence. However, before Izuku could speak, there were more white glows, and more people arriving. Many of them were far too exuberant, while others were more solitary, but the question remained amongst each of them: "Where are we?"
Two adults had joined the group. One gaunt blond who looked like he's seen better days... and a dark, raven haired man who looked half dead himself. They whispered to each other. Izuku swore he recognized the dark haired man, but couldn't bring his mind to recalling the information.
There was one more flash of light... and a voice he knew all too well. Kacchan... "WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE?!" As soon as he saw Izuku, however, his gaze sharpened, and he strode over. Everyone's attention was on the brewing confrontation. The two adults seemed to already know each other, and were engaged fully in their conversation, whatever it was.
"Deku..." The blond boy, Katsuki Bakugo, growled, his voice growing more agitated as he approached, "You have something to do with this, don't you?"
Fearfully, he stuttered, "N-no! I don't... I don't know anything, I swear!"
"Yeah, right... every time there's a problem, it's always your fucking fault." He raised his hand, and the two clearly expected something to happen... but nothing did. Horror crept onto the blond bully's face before, the two were dragged apart from each other by the other kids. Many of them had instantly recognized what was going on... and were keen to stop it.
The adults at this point clearly saw the commotion and spoke up. The blond first, with a panicked, worried voice. "What is going on here?"
"N-nothing s-sir..." Izuku stammered, eager to not get in trouble again. It was clear that these were teachers, based on how they approached the students.
"Tsk," Was all Bakugo had to say, but it was clear that all the students were on Midoriya's side. And seeing this, the adults were going to act accordingly... before there was a mechanical sound from the doors to the theater. Everyone whirled to face it as the doors unlocked, and opened inwards, into the inviting dark.
A serene voice spoke over intermittent loudspeakers. "It appears that everyone who was invited has arrived. Please, take your seats and I will join you momentarily."
With no other options, the whole group entered. The raven haired man directed them to their seats... only to find that they each had names on them. They glowed slightly, illuminated against the dark of this supposed movie theater. With nothing else available, to. "It seems our host already wants us to sit in certain places. Find your names."
Izuku searched for his own. It seemed to be right in the center. By coincidence... or careful planning, Uraraka was right next to him, on his left. On his right... sat a boy with red hair and a terrible scar. Or at least, that's what he thought, before seeing that his hair was split down the middle, with white on his right side. He didn't catch the name of the boy, but tried to have a reassuring smile. "H-hi?"
Instead of replying, back, he just turned away, towards the front. Well... being ignored is certainly better than being antagonized...
However, the thoughts were interrupted as the screen blazed to life. Looking up, they found a beautiful woman staring back. Her features were flawless for a European beauty, with pure white hair framing her features, and her eyes... they were essentially two color wheels. A literal rainbow as one traced the iris. As soon as she had everyone's attention, she smiled warmly, before speaking back, with the same voice as before. "Ah, good. I have all of your attention. Welcome to my Theater. You may wonder why I have called all of you. Two heroes plus a bunch of children... well... you, if you continue on your current paths... will become UA's 58th Class A."
That got them all whispering excitedly, but the first part of her statement only cemented the fact that he knew one of them... but he couldn't focus on that now. "For most of you, I have cut off the ability for you to use your quirks. Either they are destructive, for both persons or your environment, or I believe you are not worthy of having them.” Her gaze lingered looking at one of the seats. Izuku craned his neck... only to see Bakugo under her stern gaze. In surprise, he looked back at the screen, to find her glancing at Izuku with mild amusement, before continuing, "And this place will allow you to see alternate worlds. Fractures, they are called, or different timelines of things that will never happen within your own. Either because the people involved are on different trajectories in their own lives, or events play out differently."
The raven haired man asked, "What do you want from us?"
"What do I want...?" She asked, before laughing. It was melodious and calming, all things considered. "You are already giving me what I want. Entertainment. Your perspective on these fractures will be for my amusement. And out of this, you gain information. For one who can create anything, Shota Aizawa, fresh, quality entertainment is in very, very short supply."
The reveal of the black haired man's name was enough to put him on edge, while the blond asked, "And when you've gotten what you want? What then? Will you let us all go unharmed?"
"Toshinori Yagi... I have no reason to harm any of you. In fact, I want you to go back. Old demons stir, and I would rather that they do not win. All of you are the best chance your fracture has at true peace... but to achieve such a thing, you must learn from the enemy." She paused, allowing for any questions, but nobody had anything yet. "I will show you figures of note, both heroes... and villains... so you can learn to not emulate their mistakes, all so that you can make a better world."
Izuku raised a tentative hand. Normally, he wouldn't dare interrupt, but he had to desperately ask. She noticed, and paused, "I see you have a question, Izuku Midoriya?"
He nodded, nevous under the new gazes... before asking, "U-um... who are you?"
Smiling kindly, she replied, "I go by many names: Goddess, Creation, Angel... but I am exactly that. The Goddess who created everything you know. I prefer not controlling your worlds directly, but letting them play out, which is why I want at least one to win a perfect victory. To create a golden age for you all. I have high hopes for you." She even waved her hand over the screen, and pushed it back, showing the goddess' full form. She had two very large, very distinct wings on her back, while holding a large war banner with symbols all along it. Her robes were completely spotless, with some symbology on them as well. "Before I continue... I have a few rules. Nothing too extreme, I hope. Rule 1. There will be a break after three showings. Please make sure to come back into the theater at the designated time. If not... I will have to get my Knights to get involved, and, I can assure you... nobody wants that."
"And two?" Aizawa asked, eyes narrowed.
"Two..." she smiled, "I ask that you keep my involvement quiet for now. I could erase your memories, but I don't like to... be that invasive with people. I prefer to let people have their own will."
Yagi asked, confused, "What about bedding and rest arrangements?"
She explained, further causing them to blink with surprise. "In my Theater, you will not tire. However, if the majority wishes to sleep, to preserve your natural, biological processes... then reach out to the Concessions stand at the next available break."
A different blond, with more yellow colored hair, raised his hand. She allowed his question, "Um... there was nobody there?"
She laughed, gentle and sweet. "Ah... that's because he was... preoccupied, Denki Kaminari. He will be there next time."
With no other questions, she smiled widely, "Alright... if there are no further questions, would you like to begin?"
A girl sitting in the row below raised her hand at that, to which she asked, "Um... Goddess..."
"Yes, Momo Yaoyorozu?" That name got a few whispers. The boy next to Izuku seemed to pay a moderate amount of attention, before continuing to wait patiently.
Suddenly under immense scrutiny, her voice nearly failed her. "Where will we begin?"
"Excellent question. I get to move on to the first topic at hand..."
With a snap of her finger, the screen changed to show a name:
DAVY JONES
That name got a few whispers of confusion. Yaoyorozu in particular stated, seemingly knowledgable on a variety of topics. "Isn't that just an old sailor's tale?"
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As the class gasped, and the Adults steeled their gazes, ??? spoke directly to the greenette. "Oh, and for you, Midoriya... I would check under your seat. Something to collect your thoughts, as you like to..."
Carefully... Izuku peeked down there... and found a journal. It was made of high quality leather, with a pencil already onto the first page. She really does seem like some kind of Goddess... Let's hope that she's a good one.