Chapter Text
A much needed break
Izuku POV
Midoriya was at a complete loss, looking at his surroundings.
Nothing but utter confusion filled his being as he turned his head to both his left and right. His body was tense from both paranoia and the battle with the deadly Lady Nagant.
“Where am I?” he said, speaking his thoughts out loud in a hushed whisper, trying to recollect his memory. To see how this could have possibly ended up in this way?
Looking around, he was surrounded by the walls of two buildings. Obviously, the buildings were not in pristine condition as mold was present due to the dirt and waste in the area. His mind finally caught up to him and replayed the scene of how he ended up in this predicament.
He is fighting a woman, Nagant, a past pro-hero turned Tartarus escapee. Midoriya had won the battle and caught the multi-colored-haired woman before she could fall. Midoriya's hands tensed in both sadness and anger as he remembered what happened next. She had held a smile on her face, telling him something he could not remember yet. Cracks started to litter her body, and he could have sworn he could have heard the familiar mocking laughter of a faceless man who wasn’t present at the scene. An explosion rang out midair; midoriya ears rang nothing but a bright, burning light akin to the shining of the sun, and then…dark. It was nothing but pitch black before, after a few brief moments, he opened his eyes.
His mind finally caught up to the present. He heard a voice in his head that had been unknowingly yelling at him for a few minutes now in a worried tone.
“Seventh?” Midoriya asked as he heard the woman give a mental sigh of relief.
“Whew, you had us worried, kid. We thought you would never wake up!” Said the excited tone of none other than the fifth user of OFA.
“You were unconscious for almost an hour,” the fourth said, providing some context to the origin of their worry.
“I’m..fine” The freckled teen replied, trying to ease their worries. He felt as if he needed to stitch the corners of his mouth to keep the small, forced smile from falling from his face.
“I’m fine, so there’s no need to worry,” he repeated. It didn’t matter if the words felt like barbed wire piercing his throat if those words could offer some sense of solace to the vestiges in his head. They already had to deal with enough when they were alive; there was no need for them to be burdened by him as well.
Unfortunately for him, the vestiges weren’t convinced by the slightest of his words. Luckily, Midoriya quickly changed the subject to a more important issue.
“You guys know where I’m at?” He questioned, hoping to get some sort of logical answer to how he could have ended up here, wherever ‘here’ is.
“You’re in an alleyway,” the fifth answered, humor present in his tone. Midoriya resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the words of the original user of Black Whip.
“How helpful,” the sixth user sarcastically replied, looking at Banjo as if he were the biggest idiot in the universe.
The fifth grunted and shrugged his arms. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood,” the man said in a tone like that of a child being reprimanded.
“Why don’t we get out of this alleyway and figure out what’s exactly going on, Izuku?” the seventh suggested.
“Good idea,” Midoriya accepted as he finally stood up and walked to the exit of the alleyway. Peeking over the corner, he found... normal streets filled with people. Walking around as if the paranormal liberation front didn’t strike fear into Japan.
Had this place been out of the league’s reach? Even though this place was one of the cities not completely damaged by the villains, most citizens would be too scared to even attempt to leave their houses or shelters due to the chaos. Sure, there were a couple vigilantes that might’ve occasionally popped up, but these people that he’s staring at don’t look like any vigilantes to him.
“where..am..I?” Midoriya repeated, already feeling like a broken record. Slowly, he walked towards the streets. Midoriya suddenly felt out of place. He was definitely sure he stuck out like a sore thumb.
He felt eyebrows raise all around him, looking at him with various levels of interest as if he were a tourist attraction. He felt a poke on his shoulder, and he turned his back, making sure that he didn’t accidentally hit the stranger.
The man he was staring at wore a curious expression on his face, and he pulled out a rather outdated phone. "Sorry, dude, but I got to say your cosplay is really cool. Can I take a picture of you?” The man asked, waiting for a response from him.
cosplay? Did he mean his hero costume? However, the word that stood out the most was the question about pictures. Could this man possibly be working with All for One? If so, why would he possibly need a picture? The archenemy of OFA already knows what he looks like. Midoriya’s mind continued to spiral through various scenarios, none of which seemed to be present.
“Boy, calm down," came the authoritative sound of the second user of one for all, Kudo. Midoriya blinked a couple times, looking at the man who asked him the question. Who now looked visibly confused and uncomfortable.
“all for..what?” The man said he was dumbfounded. Midoriya's eyes widened as he mentally smacked himself in the head. He must have muttered out loud again. He had thought he had gotten rid of that habit.
“Y'know, you could have just said no if you didn’t want me to take a picture,” the man said, obviously weirded out by the whole spill Midoriya gave him out loud.
Midoriya attempted to make an effort to apologize, but it seemed to be in vain as the man quickly disappeared into the crowds of people walking around the town. He could have swore he heard a quiet and distant “weirdo” in the background.
Sighing in both embarrassment and disappointment, Midoriya decides it is best to keep looking around. It was so strange; everything was so... bland, and that sounded weird coming from him. There were no people with heteromorph quirks from what he was seeing.
To stop himself from getting a headache from all this strangeness, he decided to take a couple of deep breaths. Each inhale and exhale offered little clarity, but at least he wasn’t panicking anymore.
Just as he was going to continue on his way, his danger sense activated. A piercing sensation entered his head. Midoriya’s eyes widened, and she quickly rushed to where the sensation was targeting. Rushing through unsuspecting people of various heights and ages. All looking at him, clearly offended. He, however, had no time to apologize. If someone was in danger, he would have to get there quick.
His sense of danger reached its peak as he made it into an alleyway. Different from the one he appeared at. He let out a gasp as he saw the scene in front of him: a man and what appeared to be a girl, maybe the same age as him.
The man was gripping a knife that was already bloody beyond belief. He had to act quickly. Using barely five percent of OFA, he quickly blitzed the man before he could have comprehended what was going on. Aiming a kick at the man’s head, knocking him out.
Focusing back on the injured girl. His eyes tightened and his fist clenched. Damn it! He was too late. Someone was injured because he was too distracted. He would have to do something before the injuries got worse.
He really wished he had his phone on him so he could call the authorities, but it was busted up in the fight with Nagant, and even if it wasn’t, he doubts it would work in this strange place.
“Izuku..” Nana calls for his attention. His ears perked up in response.
looking down at the girl once again. He focused on the wound that was closing up.
“she’s..” The seventh started with surprise and relief filling her tone.
“regenerating”