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Shirakumo woke up to another day of summer break. Except when he gained consciousness, the cloudy cushion of his mattress wasn't there. And now that he mentions it, the blanket over him doesn't feel like his blanket at all.
A sudden throb plagued his head, like pulses of a heartbeat.
A headache to start the day, really?
Oboro's mom always said starting the day off with a headache could be sign you're gonna have a bad day entirely. Oboro on the other hand was an optimist, he's gotten plenty of headaches before and most of those days have been great! He wasn't gonna let one measly set back ruin his day.
This situation however, was no exception.
He slowly got up and yawned, too dazed to actually know what was going on. But when his vision cleared, everything came crashing down. This wasn't his room at all- he was on an old couch in some warehouse. It had peeling paint and cracks were on the walls. Like no one had used it in years. Shirakumo looked around, and panic instantly settled in.
Where was he? Was he kidnapped?! Why was he kidnapped, and when?! What about his parents?! If someone kidnapped him they must've done something with them too! He had to call them- did he even have his phone?!
As Shirakumo reached for his pockets, he noticed something off. His hands...weren't his hands. It was all just black mist.
My hands are gone...My hands are GONE?!
He screamed at the top of his lungs and scrambled to get up from the couch. While doing so he lost his balance and fell to the floor. The boy's breathing was quick, unable to catch full breaths from the fear. So he kept screaming at the situation, completely in shock. He tried summoning clouds from his mist, but nothing appeared. His quirk was gone- and now he was covered in fuzzy mist.
That was when the doors of the room flew open. Shirakumo's head quickly turned to the two random people who entered.
One had a white mask, balaclava, and a brown top hat with a red ribbon. He also had a navy blue vest. Under this he has an orange shirt, the collar upturned. Then a green necktie with an oval shaped gem hung around his neck. A black belt wrapped around his hip. He had navy blue pants and white boots with wedged heels with red gloves.
The next person looked like a lizard of some sort. His pinkish purple hair was slicked back. He wore goggles on his forehead and a mask made from a strip of cloth. As well as a red scarf and bandages wrapped around both his arms. He had a sleeveless shirt and dark, baggy pants, along with black boots.
The magician sped walked his way towards Shirakumo. The lizard followed slightly behind.
"Are you alright Kurogiri?" The magician asked.
"H-Huh?..." The boy stuttered, and immediately covered the space where his mouth was supposed to be.
That wasn't his voice, it couldn't be. It was too deep to be him!
"Well, we found you completely unconscious outside our door, so we took you in. We were hoping you had answers for us." The magician explained.
"I- uh...who...are you two?"
The lizard cleared his throat awkwardly.
"What do you mean? It's Mr. Compress, and of course Spinner!" The man who was apparently called Mr. Compress brought Spinner closer.
Shirakumo looked around, still really confused. "I- uh..."
"We're the League of Villains, Kurogiri! Toga, Twice, Dabi, and Shigaraki?" He added. "They're all out right now, well...Toga and Twice are working with the Shie Hassaikai.”
Spinner chimed in. "Remember all the times you used Warp Gate to get us out of all those troubles? Sometimes I wish I had a teleportation quirk." He turned to Mr. Compress.
All the information became too much to handle. Apparently he was Kurogiri, a member of some league of villains, who has a teleportation quirk called Warp Gate. He had never heard of this "League of Villains" or this "Shie Hassaikai".
But he knows he's Shirakumo- not Kurogiri. Why was he in someone else's body? And of course it just had to be the body of a villain...
"I'll be right back!" He shouted, overwhelmed from everything going on. The boy quickly ran into another room. He didn't care where, he just needed somewhere to stay.
Shirakumo steadied his breathing as he hid inside what looked like a storage closet.
What happened to me when I was out?!
He sunk to the floor, clutching onto his knees.
Shirakumo was always the type to look ahead. He always had a smile on his face no matter how hard things got. But this was one of few times Shirakumo felt unsure. He's been in tough situations before, but this was too much. He was stuck in another person's body- a villain's body. He had no idea where his family and friends were, or where he was. His cloud quirk was gone, and he had nothing on himself either.
"I just...I just wanna go home..."
The boy pressed my head down, facing the floor. Before he knew what was happening, his vision was covered in pitch black mist.
—
Shirakumo's vision blurred as he opened his eyes. He couldn't focus well, but he could tell he wasn't in the warehouse anymore. There was a wooden floor, nothing like the cold metal footing he sat on just a few seconds ago. As his eyes adapted to the room, the boy lifted himself up using an armrest of a couch. The more he looked around, he realized he was in a living room. The lights weren't on at all, the only light was the sun emitting from the windows.
There was a few more couches surrounding a coffee table in a semi circle formation. On the wall there was a large tv and some paintings. A dining table rested near a messy kitchen.
That's when he started recognizing the interior design.
"Home..."
What the villains said must've been true. He had a quirk that could teleport him and other people. His quirk teleported him back home. Shirakumo stared at the deep blackish purple mist at where his hands were supposed to be.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He needed to focus on getting out of this body, and back into his own. As the boy looked around, he noticed some dirty dishes in the sink. Since the lights weren't on, Shirakumo could guess his parents were out doing stuff.
He decided to go towards his room, entering a hallway with potted plants and family photos. Oboro observed each of the photos, recognizing most of them. But as he continued, he saw a few pictures he didn't recognize. There were some of his parents but they looked a bit older, and on top of that- there was a teenager he didn't recognize. She had long black hair and she held up a high-school graduation diploma. That couldn't be who he was thinking, it had to be his mom or something. Maybe she dyed her hair black when she was younger? Shirakumo felt a twist in his stomach, his mind knew where this was going but his heart couldn't face it. When the boy finally came across his room, the doorknob wouldn't budge.
"What the hell?" He muttered to himself.
He let go, trying to think of a way to open the door. He remembered a cabinet that usually had random things inside. If there would be a key anywhere in the house, it would be there. So he quickly ran back to the kitchen and tried to open the drawer. The mist on his hands weren’t helping, In fact it made Shirakumo miss the handle a few times. But he eventually got the cabinet open. He scrambled through he found a few keys and pocketed them. Once he returned back to the room, he tried all of them on the door. But none fit his room.
He tried checking the other rooms, there was Syoun's room, his older brother who's at college. Syoun was a bit of a tough brother. He was really smart and the two of them would clash a lot. But he knew his brother cared about him, despite all their fights they've had a lot of good moments together. One time, Shirakumo was having trouble on a math problem and Syoun helped him out. Since then, he would always go to his brother for help in school.
Next was Miu's room, his younger sister in elementary school. Miu was closer in personality to Shirakumo than Syoun. She always admired heroes and looked up to Shirakumo. Whenever he would do something, Miu would want to come along as well. But she was also brutally honest, he remembers Miu wanted to hang out with Shirakumo and his friends one day. But she ended up dissing him in front of Shota and Hizashi. He was really embarrassed, but he would never hold a grudge because he cares about her.
Then finally his parent's, Kasumi and Haruto Shirakumo's room. His mom was a bit of a rebel and Shirakumo could tell. She always let him do what he wanted as long as it wasn't anything bad. And his father was always a bit more protective of his family. He was always very laid back at home but when going out for school or with friends he would always double check if he had everything he needed.
His family was really awesome, he couldn't wait to get back to them in his regular body. As he stepped in front of his parent's room, he took a deep breath. If there would be a key anywhere else, it would be his parent's room.
Shirakumo gently peaked through the door, but as he did so, the fear and confusion he had vanished. He was only gone for a few minutes but felt safe knowing he was back home. Whenever Shirakumo got scared at night, he would always rush to his parent's room and ask to sleep with them. He remembered jumping over bodies and snuggling in between them. Shirakumo couldn't help himself as he played down on the bed. But as he thought about his parents, the more his situation didn't make sense. His parents seemed to be fine, they probably weren't kidnapped or anything. So why was it only him? Why was he targeted to be body-swapped with a villain? After a few more seconds, Shirakumo lifted himself up...his eyes exposed to the mirror.
It was the first time he actually saw himself. He got closer, really looking at himself. His head was completely gone, replaced with the black mist that covered his whole body. Bright yellow eyes that faded along with the mist pierce his very soul. He had a large metal neck brace with a suit and tie. The boy wasn't exactly one to wear suits on a regular basis, so he wasn't too thrilled.
He really wasn't Shirakumo right now- this is the body of a real villian..
That's when reality hit the boy like a truck. "I'M A WANTED CRIMINAL-!"
He couldn't just go out in public and find his friends and family. He had to be hidden to get around. He's in a villains body, and he'll get treated as such. He looked around the room, spotting a nearby closet.
Shirakumo changed into a more suited style. He wore black baggy pants, and a large grey hoodie to cover the mist. He wore a disposable face mask and kept white gloves in his pocket for when he leaves the house. He wasn't able to take off the neck brace, but was able to find cool shades to cover his eyes. The disguise was complete.
As he was collecting the left over clothes, he heard the sound of something drop on the floor. It was a phone, it must've been inside one of the pockets. As he knelt down to grab the object, turned it on. His eyes focused on the screen. That couldn't be right..the date was September 27th. Had he been knocked out for almost a month? It was late August just a day before- it had to be some mistake!
Shirakumo tried opening the phone and miraculously, it had no password. There was barely anything on it, no games, no social media, just a texting app. But what caught Shirakumo's eye was the date once he opened the calendar. The grip on the device softened and it fell to the floor again. He couldn't believe what he just read, his heart instantly dropped. This was crazier than a kidnapping, crazier than a one month coma. All that fear he felt when he woke up had returned.
He travelled 15 years into the future.
—
The sun started to set and Shirakumo was stuck on what to do. He tried looking as unsuspicious as a shady hooded figure with glasses and gloves could, but he couldn't escape the stares from passersby's. His initial thought after finding out he was 15 years in the future, was to find his parents. However, as he thought more about it, the plan seemed like a bad idea. If he had to explain the situation to them, they wouldn't understand. It could cause panic since he was still the Kurogiri guy. Not to mention his siblings must've moved out by now.
Shota, Hizashi, and Kayama must be really old by now. If 15 years passed they should be in their 30s...yeesh. They would probably be living on their own, but who knows where the hell their houses would be. The next best idea was UA. It was the only location he thinks could help. However, since he was a villain, they wouldn't let him just wander into UA. And if they found him, he'd be locked up. He could go back to the villains, it was the only place he could stay with no problems after all. But he didn't wanna get dragged into that mess, one wrong move could be his death. And associating with villains would be choosing to go against heroes.
As he continued forward, his attention was drawn to a giant screen.
"Onto the latest news- today at 8:30 AM, a raid on The Shie Hassaikai occurred. There were many casualties but the total number hasn't been revealed. It was reported that a few members of The League of Villains were involved in the raid, as well as some young hero interns as well."
Shie Hassaikai...didn't that magician villain talk about that before he left?
If it wasn't obvious enough to Shirakumo, the universe just had to send a sign not to go back to the villains.
He kept trying to think of a solution. Would explaining his dilemma to U.A. be enough to convince them he's not a threat? What about his family- would they accept him in if they knew who he was? And what about his friends- they must be so different now. Could he have the chance to meet his older self? The boy wandered into an alley, taking a rest from the eyes of others. He tried using his warp to find Aizawa but he couldn’t use it for some reason. He needed to learn about this new quirk of his. But for now, all he could do was take a break.
—
He was in a bar, standing behind the counter near a small tv. Toga, Dabi, Compress, and Spinner stood nearby, along with a blue haired boy he knew all his life. Tomura Shigaraki, his purpose. In front of them was a boy.
He was a high schooler, his blonde hair was messy and sharp. His eyes were a deep red, and he wore a black short sleeved shirt. He also had black pants with white sneakers.
"Master, lend me your power." Shigaraki spoke, facing the kid.
"A master? I thought you were the boss around here...but you're a sidekick..." The blonde spoke confidently.
"Kurogiri. Compress. It's time to put him back to sleep." Shigaraki slightly raised his hand to signal them.
Mr. Compress sighed and started to walk forward. "I can't believe he's such a bad audience member. It's almost impressive."
The kid started moving away slowly. "If you want me to listen, then get on your knees and beg!"
Compress walked over to the kid, raising his hand to reach out.
Then suddenly...
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Everyone stared at the door in shock.
"Uh-hello, I got a pizza delivery here." The person spoke from outside.
Everyone was speechless, confused at the sudden disturbance. A loud crash filled Shirakumo's ears as the wall was completely demolished. His eyes couldn't believe who he was seeing.
"SMASH!!" The strong, muscular man punched through the walls, pushing Spinner to the floor.
It was All Might.
Spinner turned around to see the intimidating beast. "What the-?!"
"Kurogiri! Gate!" Shigaraki called out.
Suddenly, Shirakumo's body moved on its own, and he sprung into action. However, right before he could do anything, a man appeared behind All Might.
"Pre-emtive Binding..!" The wooden man shouted as he grabbed not only Shirakumo, but the rest of the villains as well! "...Lacquered Chain Prison!"
He struggled to move, the hold he had on them was tight!
"Heh, that's it?!" Dabi looked annoyed as flames suddenly covered parts of his body.
Out of nowhere, a small yellow blur rushed in and kicked the hell out of the black haired. "Don't do anything foolish! It's in your best interest to cooperate with us!" The old man added.
"Just what I'd expect from a competent new hero! And a veteran pro who moves faster than the eye can see!" All Might smiled as brightly as ever, and his voice radiated hope. "You can't run anymore, League of Villains, understand?!"
All Might gave a serious glare at us all.
"Because we are here now!"
Mr. Compress lifted his head slightly, struggling to escape the wood man. "Right after the press conference?! They had this ruse planned the whole time!"
Then, out of nowhere, another hero appeared by sliding through the cracks of the entrance. "One tends to neglect defense when they're on offense." But we didn't come alone. Take a look." He opened the door to reveal tons of policemen. "You're surrounded by the police. Not to mention powerful heroes like Endeavor."
"Ah, you must've been scared! But you stayed strong! I'm sorry, you're safe and sound, young man." All Might turned to the blonde kid.
"WHAT?! I WASN'T SCARED, NOT EVEN CLOSE!" He screamed as All Might gave him a thumbs up.
"KUROGIRI! WARP OVER AS MANY AS YOU CAN!" Shigaraki screamed, almost in a desperate tone.
"The Nomu, right?" All Might replied.
Nomu?
He felt himself try to warp, but for some reason, nothing happened.
"What're you waiting for, dammit?!" Shigaraki turned to me.
He groaned. "I'm sorry, Tomura Shigaraki. The Nomu's were supposed to be in a fixed location, but...they're gone!"
"It seems you have a lot to learn, Shigaraki. You're still green." All Might reached his arm out to hug the blonde kid. "You're little League...underestimated all of us."
Shigaraki groaned from frustration and anger.
"The soul of this young man."
"The police's diligent investigations."
"And our righteous fury."
"Enough is enough! You're game has come to an end! Tomura Shigaraki!" All Might stood tall and proud.
"All Might, please! You're the only hero Stain respected! You are worthy!" Spinner begged, screaming on the floor.
Shigaraki replied. "You think it's over? Don't be stupid. I've only just begun to play!"
Slowly, Shigaraki struggled to rise to his feet. "Justice...peace...you created a garbage society by lifting up such ridiculous ideals! That's why I targeted you, All Might! It's why I started gathering people to my cause! You think this is the end? Then you've lost!"
"KUROGIRI!" Shigaraki turned to the black mist.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain as his body fell forward and blacked out.
—
"Twenty one."
Shirakumo jolted forward, opening his eyes from shock. As he took a breather, he looked around himself. He was back in the alley but it was bright out, he must've fallen asleep there. His mind went back to the dream he just had, it must've been this body's memories. What if he's merging with this new body now? The thought sent chills down his spine. He needed to find a way to stop it, he needs his body back. So Shirakumo got up and looked out of the alley. Maybe if he's able to get in contact with principal Nezu, he could help him with this problem. No more wandering around, he needed to go to U.A.
Aizawa was still concerned for his students after everything that happened at The Shie Hassaikai raid. They were coming back in for school today but after what happened with Sir Nighteye, he wasn't sure if that was the best idea. The day before he got a lot of calls from Yamada and Kayama, asking if he and everyone else was okay. He just hoped he could get a little bit of rest after everything. However, out of all the trouble Aizawa could've stumbled upon, Kurogiri was by far the least expected.
One minute he was drinking some hot coffee, holding his phone in his hand while walking towards UA. The next minute he sees a portal appear in his path, and a mist man dropping onto the floor. The shock made Aizawa drop is perfect cup of coffee, but he couldn't think about such a thing at a time like this. Immediately- Erasure head sprung into action, his goggles strapped over his eyes as he sprinted forward.
Shirakumo watched as the warp vanished right before his eyes. He didn't do that did he-? As he looked at who was on the sidewalk, there was an older man running straight towards him. There was only one thing he could be...
Shirakumo's eyes widened.
A pro hero.
The boy immediately raised his hands forward, palms facing the man. "WAIT STOP-" Was all he could say before a grey scarf flew towards him and wrapped around his arms. Shirakumo was pulled forward and wrapped in the cloth. But as he was getting his ass kicked, Oboro remembered someone he knew that used a similar scarf. He fell back on the ground in an instant, and the black haired man stood over him.
"Kurogiri. Why the hell are you here?"
Even worse, this guy knows this body.
"L-Let me explain- please! I'm not who you think I am." Shirakumo's eyes darted straight up at the pro heroes eyes. What caught his attention was that he couldn't see the man's eyes at all, because they were covered by golden goggles. The grey scarf...the black hair...the familiar goggles.
Shirakumo's heart was pounding as the realization dawned upon him. This wasn't just any old pro hero. He knows this guy, he's spent days studying, eating, and playing video games with him. They went to malls and animal shelters together, they stayed over each other's houses, they gave each other battle advice. This is one of his closest friends, except now he's much older.
Fifteen years older.
"Shota?"
The grip on the scarf tightened.
"Don't call me that. What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you!"
Aizawa couldn't help but shift his eyes at the mist. The way he talked didn't sound like something Kurogiri would say. The villain was always polite and calm in his tone, but here he seemed more lively. Not to mention he's using his first name.
"I can't believe it's actually you...your hair is so long, and you even have facial hair!" The happiness in his voice seemed weird coming out of the villain. "Shota, you even kept my goggles..."
"Why are you saying those things?! What are you talking about?! And stop using my first name as if we're buddies or something!"
The villain sighed as he looked down on his body. "Right..."
Aizawa gave him a glare.
"It's your old pal, Shirakumo!" His eyes gave a happy expression.
The silence after those words were deafening. Once Shirakumo made eye contact with the man again, he seemed stunned on what to say. His eyes were wide but his mouth remained still and breathless. There was no gasp- no mouth drop- no smile or anything. It was just ever so slightly open.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out-"
"What do you mean by that?! How the hell do you even know that name?!" His eyebrows furrowed as he shouted, emotion bled through his shocked state.
Kurogiri tried to shuffle back. "I told you already! It's me, Shota! It's hard to explain my situation..but I swear it's me!"
"SHUT UP!" He cut him off, squeezing the mist further. "I don't care how you know that name, but I'm gonna make sure you never use it again." Aizawa felt his eyes twitch.
After hearing such rage, Shirakumo was slightly fearful for his life. Even if he was most- even if he was a villain right now there was no way Shota would actually kill him, right? He still needs some answers after all- "What? Shota, what do you mean by that?!"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
Aizawa lunged at the mist, but Shirakumo took his chance to break free from the scarf and scrambled out of the way.
"Think about it, Shota! Why would some random villain say they're you're best friend from 15 years ago? Besides, I know a bunch of stuff Shirakumo knows!" He explained, almost like he was desperate.
Aizawa didn't want to hear it, there was no way Shirakumo was inside Kurogiri. Not after all this time. There was no way Shirakumo could be talking to him through this villain. He wouldn't let Shirakumo's name get dragged in the mud like this.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU KNOW!" He attacked him again, and again.
Each time the villian tried running and dodging. Then eventually, Aizawa captured him once again in his scarf.
"Shota!" Shirakumo cried, trying to get out.
He lifted his goggles up, and beaming red eyes glared at his face. Shirakumo could see a few tears in the man's eyes. All the strength in the world held Aizawa back from blinking.
"You will NEVER be Shirakumo."
Aizawa could only remember Shirakumo's smile. How happy he was, how happy he made others, and how happy he made him. Aizawa thought about that day, the day his light died out. How he heard Shirakumo's support, he heard Shirakumo cheer him on. Only to find out it was all in his head. He imagined the life leaving Shirakumo's eyes under the rubble. He remembered the world turning grey. He remembered the police tape surrounding the lifeless body of his former friend. The coat of white fabric bleeding a deep red, covering any trace of Shirakumo. The blood splattered across the rocks, the memory so scarring that it stained Aizawa's hands. Shirakumo made a sacrifice that day, one that costed his life. He would never let a stupid villain taint his legacy. He was a brave and caring hero.
He was his best friend.
Kurogiri stared in shock. "Just give me a chance to explain! I swear it's me!"
"SHIRAKUMO DIED YEARS AGO!"
The villain's panic stopped. His golden glowing eyes widened when hearing those words.
"W-What.?"