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Izuku sighs as he closes his eyes. He's tired. He's so so tired. He's been dealing with villain fights and overpowered teenagers for years and he just wants to rest. So can you really blame him for welcoming the kind and warm hand of death.

He's not angry, he's not sad, he's not even happy about it really. He's just tired. And he's ready to rest.

So imagine his fucking surprise when he opens his eyes after a beat too long of silence and he's staring at his childhood bedrooms ceiling.

"Wha-" He goes to say, stopping suddenly at the significantly higher voice that comes out of his mouth.

"Izuku!" He nearly jumps off the bed when a loud knock accompanied by his mother's voice sounds out in the ringing silence. "You're going to be late!"

"L-late?!" He questioned, stuttering for the first time in years.

"For school honey! Don't tell me you forgot. It's only Tuesday. You're not quite at the end of the day yet." She teased. "I have to go! I'll see you after school! Goodbye sweetie, have a good day!"

Izuku laid in his bed, listening to her walk away. He slowly sat up, looking around himself. Everything is just as he remembers it. Glancing in the mirror as he walks around, pleasantly surprised at the lack of the chronic pain he's gotten so used to, he stops dead in his tracks.

Staring back at him is a younger, weaker, happier Izuku Midoriya. His skin is smooth, unmarred by scars and he stares at his hands and arms in wonder. Everything is just as it's always been. Except for his eyes.

They're just as green as always, but they're not the same eyes they were when he was this young. They're older. Harder. Sadder.

It's the eyes of the man that died in the future, not the kid that just wanted to be a hero.

The weirdest part is the lack of One For All. He's gotten so used to the odd buzzing that settled under his skin since he ate All Mights hair.

Oh. Oh fuck he definitely has to eat that hair again. God dammit. Is this Hell? This feels like Hell.

He lets his head fall forward to bump lightly against his mirrored reflection. "Shit."

-

Once he gets his bearings, he finally gets ready for school, going through the motions slightly awkwardly, out of practice after so many years at UA. He gets to class five minutes before it starts. He doesn't even notice if anyone else is in the classroom - too focused on grabbing his notebook. Number 13. The one Kacchan burned.

He pauses.

Kacchan.

The last time he saw his childhood best friend turned bully turned friend was on the battlefield. Dead. He still sees it every time he closes his eyes.

He's so busy thinking about it that he misses the man - boy right now - himself walk through the door until he's literally right in front of him. It's only pure reflexes left over from the future that Izuku is able to dodge the explosion and grab his notebook in time.

"Kacchan!" He says, and he hears it in his voice. The relief, the happiness, the adoration. He knows Kacchan can hear it too but he's forgotten something. He's forgotten which Kacchan he's dealing with.

"What the hell do you want, shitty nerd?" He growls.

"Oh right I forgot how fucking unbearable you are in middle school."

Kacchan stops and Izuku has to stop himself from face palming. This isn't the Kacchan he can joke with. Right. Fuck. I forgot. He almost apologies before he realizes that he doesn't actually care if Kacchan is mad at him. He went against countless villains, hell he went against All For One himself. He can handle an angry middle school Kacchan.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!? YOU CAN'T FUCKING TALK TO ME-"

"Kacchan, I don't have time to deal with you right now." Izuku proceeds to do something he would've never dared to do the first time around and ignores Kacchan. Thankfully he seems to be just as surprised as Izuku is and sits down. Izuku takes a second to look out the window. It’s weird. When he first sat at this desk he was filled with dreams and hopes for the future. Things he could do as a hero, the things he could prove. But now it’s different. He feels… fulfilled. He did everything he wanted to. So that begs the question:

Now what?

It takes a few minutes and the biting comments he hasn’t heard since he was 14 to come to a decision. He’s going to be a hero. There’s really no other option. But this time, he’s doing it without One For All. He always had an… itch in the back of his mind. He always wondered if he could’ve been a hero without a quirk. He never found out. But hey, he has a second chance now. So why not. He also decides that he’s not going to waste his second chance in middle school. Been there done that, hated it. No point in torturing himself.

So he gets up and packs his backpack.

“Midoriya.” His teacher calls out, the cruel mirth hiding behind his words is no less obvious than it was the first time. “What are you doing? Do you think you’re too good to listen to this lesson? You need it more than anyone else.”

Snickers erupt around the room and Izuku pauses. “Yeah.”

A heavy silence falls, all eyes on him. It doesn’t bother him as much as it used to. He’s different now. “What was that?” His teacher asks, the mirth gone, his voice cold.

“I said ‘yeah’. I am too good for this lesson. And this class. And this school.” He replies, swinging his bag onto his back. He walks out, pausing at the doorway to look at Kac- Katsuki. “Oh, and Katsuki?”

The sound of his given name from Izuku’s mouth is enough to stun him but he looks at him all the same. Izuku smiles. “Try and be less of a bitch this time around, alright?”

And with that, Izuku walks out. He regrets nothing that he said or did, in fact it feels wonderful. God he should’ve done that years ago. Oh well, no time like the past-present. He walks out of the school, one destination in mind.

-

Nezu sits in his office, tapping away at his computer. He’s doing several things at once, because it’s easier that way. He’s distracted by a buzz at the front gate. He hits the intercom button without looking away from the email. “Yes?”

“Ah, Nezu! The Rat God himself! Hey King, can I come up? We need to talk.” The voice of a child comes through the speaker, slightly tinny and muffled but clearly young all the same. Nezu pauses and looks at the screen and sure enough there stands a middle schooler, smiling and waving at the camera - that should be hidden to anyone but Nezu himself. Despite all the oddities, he laughs and buzzes the kid in. In nearly no time at all, the kid is sitting in front of his desk, pulling out a notebook.

“Good Morning Nezu! God it feels like forever since I’ve seen you!” The kid smiles and starts flipping through the notebook. “Although for you, you’ve never met me so I’m sure this is a bit weird. Either way though, I know two things about you that make this easier. Your general disdain for most humans,” He looks up to wink at Nezu. “And your general affinity for chaos.”

Nezu, as usual, doesn’t miss a beat. “You’ve got my number it seems! I don’t quite have yours yet, Izuku Midoriya.” Much to the rat dog bear principal’s annoyance, the kid doesn’t look shocked that Nezu knows his name without introducing himself. In fact, he doesn’t even look up.

“Well we all have our flaws.”

There’s a beat before Nezu smiles. “Oh this will be fun!”

-

Shouta Aizawa is tired. He’s so so so fucking tired. Despite that, he’s apparently not allowed to nap because ‘expelling your whole class doesn’t give you napping privileges Eraser’ and ‘what do you mean they were ‘annoying’ that’s not a viable reason’. But whatever, that’s semantics. The real problem is the fact that despite not having any kids in his class - or in his general vicinity at the moment - his ‘problem child’ senses are tingling. He pauses in the hallway, glancing around. Nothing seems out of place. But he didn’t get this far in his career with cursory glances.

And sure enough, the vent cover on the ceiling in front of him pops open and out falls a teenager. The kid falls on his face and seems very surprised that he did. “Ow.” He says, his voice muffled from where he’s basically making out with the floor.

“Problem child.” Aizawa sighs, now knowing why he was feeling that earlier. Hell the kid must’ve been right above his head as he was thinking of it.

The kid, who Aizawa is just now noticing is very green - his eyes, hair, and the notebook he’s grabbing from the floor are all almost the exact same shade of green - picks himself up and brushes himself off. “Eraser.” He greets, opening his notebook. “Hey if you were any kind of tree what kind would you be?”

Barely even thrown off because of years of odd 3am Hizashi questions, Aizawa just glances at the notebook before answering. “Apple tree.”

“Hm.” He hums, writing the answer down. “I’d be a weeping willow I think.”

“Basic.”

The kid makes eye contact with him - eyes that are far too old for a face that young what has this kid seen? - with an expression that clearly says ‘are you fucking stupid?’. “More basic than an Apple tree?”

Aizawa opens his mouth, thinks about it, and then closes it again. The kid smirks, clearly happy he won this round of ‘who can bullshit better’.

“Anyways, I got shit I need to do but before that I know you expelled your entire class - which, literally what was the point of that but whatever - so I’m hiring you to train me.”

A few seconds of silence hangs between them. Aizawa wonders vaguely if he hit his head at some point in the last hour. “What?”

The kid rolls his eyes. “You, Eraserhead.” He points to Aizawa before thinking for a second. “Well, actually you Shouta Aizawa,” He amends, none the wiser to Aizawa’s internal panic of ‘how the fuck does this kid know my full government name?!’ “Are going to train me, Izuku Midoriya, in things like physical strength, stealth, hero shit ya know?”

The kid - Midoriya - looks up at him expectantly. Aizawa pauses. “Uh. Okay?”

“Cool, I have some people I have to find to make sure they don’t like destroy the world or whatever. See ya tomorrow.” And like it’s the most normal thing in the world the kid jumps back into the vents, the only evidence he was even here being the vent cover slightly swinging.

Aizawa has a sinking feeling that he just agreed to something so much more than simple training.

-

Izuku hums a song that he’s 90% sure doesn’t even come out for a few years as he skips down the sidewalk, pausing to look at his notebook. He has a list of names, addresses and phone numbers (courtesy of Nezu, thanks King) of all the people in the League Of Villains as well as a few people that are just going to annoy him down the line.

• Dabi Touya Todoroki
• Himiko Toga
• Magne
• Spinner
• Twice
• Kurogiri
• Tomura Shigaraki
• Overhaul
• Mr. Compress
• Stain
• Endeavor
• Hawks
• All For One

The only annoying thing about this is that it’s too early for almost all of them to be in the same place - hence the addresses. Actually, Izuku thinks, passing by a run down corner store. It might be early enough that Toga’s still in school with her parents. He got the vague details of her villain origin story but none of the nitty gritty bits so he’s not quite sure where she lines up in the timeline. She’s not his first stop anyway.

As if he’d been summoned by the thought alone, Izuku is suddenly assaulted with the smell of ash and cigarettes. Ah, perfect timing. He spins around and sure enough there’s Dabi in all his emo glory.

“Dabi! Good morning!” He calls happily, leafing through his notebook for Dabi’s specific page.

The villain pauses, staring at him before blurting out what seems to be his first thought. “It’s 2pm?”

“And somewhere it’s 4am, your point?” Izuku shoots back.

“Fair enough.” Dabi shrugs. “What is a kid so young doing in this part of town. ’S not safe.”

Aw wait he’s actually kinda sweet. Izuku thinks. “Yeah no shit.” Is what he says instead.

Dabi stops before barking out a laugh. “You’re a weird kid.”

“Refer back to my last statement.” Izuku shrugs, looking down at his notebook. “Anyway, Touya Todor-“ He doesn’t get the full name out before Dabi is slamming him against the brick wall, one hand around his throat, the other holding up a flickering blue flame.

“Where did you hear that name?” He growls.

Izuku, the hero that faced All For One and Shigaraki without flinching just looks at him before pointedly gesturing to the hand currently cutting off his airflow and by proxy his ability to speak and answer the question. Dabi narrows his eyes but loosens his hold. Izuku coughs a little, rolling his neck. “Ow.” He croaks. “That was rude.”

“Oh forgive me,” Dabi says sarcastically, his eyes still angry and afraid. “Answer my question before I flame broil you.”

Izuku rolls his eyes. “How are you going to be the easiest one?” He mutters to himself. “Your name is Touya Todoroki, you were born on January 18th, your hair is usually red but you dyed it black to either be emo or less recognizable - I never did get an answer for that - and you want to kill your father.” He rattles off. “Not that I blame you, by the way. Endeavor is an ass and a half but I have a much more legal way to deal with him.”

“How do you know about any of that?” Dabi demands, not letting up on his hold on Izuku but extinguishing the flame in his other hand.

“Lucky guess.”

“Very funny. Is that your quirk or something?”

Izuku laughs, which turns into a hacking cough, because again his airflow is still partially being cut off. “No, it’s not my quirk.”

Dabi, seeming to finally decide that Izuku isn’t any kind of threat anymore, lets him go. He slides to the floor to regain his regular breathing pattern. “So what do you want?” Dabi asks, still looking at him with an expression of distrust.

“To help.”

Dabi scoffs. “I think I’m beyond that.” He motions to his scars and the staples holding his skin together.

“Yeah weird fashion choice by the way. I feel like stitches would’ve worked better but hell what do I know.” Izuku mutters, standing back up and grabbing his notebook from where he’d dropped it when Dabi had grabbed him. “Alright, I have a plan to fuck over Endeavor and reunite you with not only your siblings and mother but also your long lost boyfriend.”

Dabi stands there, shellshocked. “What.” It’s less of a question and more of a statement.

“Hawks?” He says, rummaging around in his notebook. “Uhh… Oh there it is! Keigo Takami!”

There’s a beat of silence where they stare at each other before Dabi seems to deflate. “Alright, fine. You promise you can take care of Father? And..”

“And reunite you with everyone I promised yes.” Izuku holds up his pinkie. “I swear on my name and all other sacred things.”

Dabi eyes his pinkie before huffing out a laugh and linking his own with Izuku’s. “Alright basket case, where to?”

Izuku smiles at Dabi, all sunshine and rainbows. “Awesome! Alright next up is…” He glances down at his list and preemptively flinches. This one will be interesting.

• Dabi Touya Todoroki
• Himiko Toga
• Magne
• Twice
• Spinner
• Kurogiri
• Tomura Shigaraki
• Overhaul
• Mr. Compress
• Stain
• Endeavor
• Hawks
• All For One

-

Himiko is sad. And angry. No one wants to play with her. And she doesn't understand why. She’s so friendly! But she’s also so so hungry. He stares at one of her classmates across the schoolyard, Sunakku. She unconsciously licks her lips. Sunakku falls chasing one of his friends and her eyes zero in on the blood collecting on his scraped knee. Her already muddied thoughts start getting louder, her ears filling with static. Before she can dart towards him though, she’s yoinked into the shadows.

“Toga!” She turns, seeing a boy around her age with bright green eyes and fluffy green hair smiling at him. Oh he’s cute. “Hey! I know you don’t know me but here.” He hands her something that looks suspiciously like a capri sun. She studies it before shrugging and punching the straw into it. Her eyes widen when she sips it and it’s blood. She glances up at the boy, her head a lot clearer. “Better?”

She shoots forwards, tackling the boy in a hug that to her delight, he doesn’t hesitate to return. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” She babbles, tears streaming down her face.

“Yeah!” He laughs, helping her up. “Come on, you don’t need to be here. They don’t understand you anyway.”

“Okay!” She’s not quite sure why she trusts this strange boy who is for all intents and purposes - kidnapping her. But something about his eyes shows that he can be trusted. He leads her to another boy, this one a lot older and covered in purple scars, smoking a cigarette and leaning against a brick wall. He looks up when they start walking towards them, his bright blue eyes cataloging everything about her.

“This the kid?” He asks the green boy, his voice raspy.

“Yep!” The green one chirps. “Himiko Toga, meet Dabi! Dabi, Himiko Toga!”

She waves at him, still drinking her homemade capri sun. Dabi snorts, waving back. “Her quirk is really cool! She can transform into whoever she wants if she drinks their blood!” The green one rambles, Dabi staring at him with a mixture of softness and amuestment. The green one turns to Himiko and smiles so brightly she almost shields her eyes. “And Dabi has a really powerful fire quirk!”

She glances back at Dabi, who lights a small blue flame on his pointer finger before blowing it out. Her eyes shine. That’s so cool!!! She turns back to the green boy, finally taking the drink away from her mouth. “What about you?” She asks, tilting her head at him. “What’s your quirk?”

He smiles back at her, but there’s the light of something like pain behind his eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

Dabi snorts, pushing himself off the wall. “Alright enough bullshit bat, what’s next?”

“Bat?” Himiko asks as the boy rifles through his bag for a notebook the same shade as his eyes.

“Short for batshit crazy.” Dabi laughs. Greenie looks up and slaps him in the arm.

“Don’t be a bitch, Dabi.” He scolds. Dabi just rolls his eyes. “Oh, I’m Izuku Midoriya by the way!” He says to her, finding the page in his notebook.

She smiles at him again, her fangs showing. He doesn’t even flinch and she decides right then and there that she would do anything for Izuku Midoriya. And Dabi by default.

-

They spend the next few hours collecting a bunch of random people. A woman named Magne - “Call me Big Sis, honey.” - and a man named Twice who seemed to speak in two voices - “Nice to meet you! No it isn’t, fuck off.”

At some point their little band of misfits - who all immediately got attached to Midoriya and vowed to protect him with their life even if the boy himself seemed none the wiser - found themselves in a random alley. “Where is he..” Midoriya mutters, looking around. He takes a deep breath and shouts, “HEY! DONATELLO! GET YOUR SCALEY ASS OUT HERE!”

There’s a minute or two of silence before someone drops out of the shadows of the roof. He’s obviously got some sort of lizard mutation but other than that just looks like any other guy. Midoriya studies him, a bit confused before slapping himself on the forehead. “Oh right you only became a threat after Stain. Oh well, you can come with us too.”

It takes a few tries but after Midoriya rattles off his legal name, phone number and address the lizard guy - “Call me Spinner.” - ends up in their little group too.

They end up outside of a bar. Midoriya seems more nervous for this one than any of the other ones. Dabi chances a glance at his notebook, still open in his hands.

• Dabi Touya Todoroki
• Himiko Toga
• Magne
• Twice
• Spinner
• Kurogiri
• Tomura Shigaraki
• Overhaul
• Mr. Compress
• Stain
• Endeavor
• Hawks
• All For One

He sees Endeavor and Hawks on there but doesn’t recognize any of the other names. He assumes that whoever ‘Kurogiri’ is, they’re behind the door to the bar. Midoriya steels his nerves and knocks. Everyone else in their group seems to notice the mounting tension. Magne grips her magnet a little harder, Toga grabs a knife from who knows where, Dabi lights a small fire on his palm while Twice and Spinner look more confused than before.

The door opens and all eyes snap to the older teenager in the doorway. He’s… odd looking. Covered in what looks like disembodied hands with pale blue hair and a single red eye staring out at all of them.

“Hello Tomura Shigaraki. My name is Izuku Midoriya and I’d like to speak with you about your cars extended warranty.” The door slams shut. Midoriya bursts out laughing. “Sorry! I couldn’t help myself!” He calls, waiting patiently for the guy - Tomura Shigaraki apparently - to open the door again.

-

Izuku was expecting to be a lot more scared seeing Shigaraki again. The others weren’t so bad. He only ever saw Magne once before she was killed - something he is very determined to not repeat this time around - and the rest were pretty chill. Shigaraki was the real problem. Turns out he didn’t have to worry. He’s still as much of an annoying manchild as he thought but he’s also still young. Younger than Izuku had ever seen him. It was weird.

“What do you NPC’s want?” He growled, his voice raspy and a little annoying.

“My name is actually Izuku Midoriya and I want to talk to you about your future. Everyone’s future.” He says, smiling brightly. Shigaraki looks like he’s two seconds away from Decaying him before looking back at his group. (Unbeknownst to Izuku, all the people behind him - Spinner and Twice included - were staring threateningly down at Shigaraki. The message of “touch him and live to regret it” clear) Shigaraki sighs, walking away from the door but keeping it open. An invitation.

Izuku happily skips in, eyeing the bar. He’d only seen it when it was destroyed after rescuing Katsuki. It’s a nice bar, all things considered. He nods to the misty man behind the bar. “Good afternoon Kurogiri.”

Kurogiri, already used to Shigaraki's bullshit and apparently deciding Izuku was going to be the same, sighs. “Afternoon.”

Everyone finds spots to sit - Izuku at the bar with Shigaraki, Dabi and Twice sitting at the booth, Spinner sitting on the table because he’s weird like that, Magne sitting on a chair with Toga in front of her, braiding the young girls hair - and Shigaraki turns to Izuku. “Well, brat? Spit it out, I don’t have all day.”

“I know damn well you do but go off I guess.” Izuku grumbles but proceeds to start from the beginning. He tells them (almost) everything that happened the first time around. Dabi, Toga, Magne, Twice, Shigaraki, and Kurogiri all flinching when he got to their deaths. There’s a heavy silence as everyone soaks in the information before Shigaraki speaks. “So. You have One For All?” He asks.

“No, and I’m not accepting it this time. I’m also not asking you to become heros - although I think you’d all be amazing heroes I know it’s not for everyone so I won’t push - I’m just asking you don’t become villains. Because I have a way to fix everything without that.” His voice gets quieter and he fiddles with his hands. “I don’t want anyone to die this time.”

He pauses, before amending his statement. “Except maybe Overhaul.”

“I became a war criminal, killed your childhood best friend, and yet you don’t want me dead. But you want this Overhaul guy dead? What’s so bad about him?” Shigaraki asks, finally taking Father off his face.

“Damn crusty, you got some promise with a face like that.” Dabi whistles. Shigaraki shoots him a glare but doesn’t respond.

“Uh he’s currently torturing and abusing a little girl by the name of Eri to make bullets that destroy Quirks.” Izuku answers, grabbing his notebook and flipping to his Overhaul page.

Pin drop silence. “…Can we kill him? Please?” Toga asks, her signature space buns now in place.

“Not yet. But yes, when the time comes, you can have some murder. As a treat.” He says.

Shigaraki sighs, fiddling with Father. There’s a pause before the fifth finger touches the hand and it Decays into nothing. He looks at Izuku, looking just as tired as Izuku feels. “Yeah alright, pipsqueak. Let’s do the hero thing.”

Izuku beams.

-

When Aizawa agreed to train the problem child he was not expecting him to bring several other problem children with him. “YOOOOO ERASERHEAD!” The problem child himself yells from across the gym, leading a small group of people behind him.

“Problem Child.” Aizawa greets, taking in the appearances of the others. “What did you do?”

“Well I got a second shot at life so I decided to stop all the villains before they became villains. So. Here you go. This is Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Himiko Toga, Big Sis Magne, Spinner, and Twice.” He glances at the last man, dark haired with some nasty looking scars. “And…”

“Touya.”

“And! Touya!” The problem child is almost vibrating out of his skin with excitement.

Aizawa stares at the group and decides that he hasn’t had enough sleep or caffeine to question any of what he just said. “Yeah alright, everyone line up we’re gonna go over your quirks, then basic stretching then quirkless fighting.”

One of the kids, an older teenager with pale blue hair and artists gloves on, shuffles his feet nervously before walking up to Aizawa with a small book in his hand. “Could I.. CouldIhaveyourautograph?” He asks, all in one word. Years of listening to Hizashi talk faster than the speed of light is the only reason he understood what he said. The kid - Tomura Shigaraki if he remembers correctly - looks up at him hopefully. Aizawa sighs, and signs the book. The kid scampers back over to Izuku who pulls him into a hug. “You did it Tomu! I told you!”

Two hours of Aizawa basically beating the shit out of some kids and a few adults, they’re hobbling out of the gym, thanking him for his time.

“SEE YOU TOMORROW ERASER-SENSEI!” Problem child yells.

Aizawa already has a headache.

-

Self proclaimed “Hero Killer Stain” stands at the front desk of the police precinct, turning himself in for crimes he has yet to commit. When asked why, he just says, “I’ve been told not to do crimes. And I really can’t handle the puppy dog eyes.”

-

The Overhaul case was something that was giving Nigheye migraines at this point. There was barely any evidence, no witnesses, and no way to know how he’s making those god awful bullets. He paces his office, rubbing his eyes, annoyed. There was something he was missing. There’s a knock on his door, so light he almost missed it. He opens the door to find a young girl in a hospital gown, bandages running up and down her arms and legs. She’s crying, telling him that “Mr. Green said I would be safe here. Are you going to keep me safe?”

Two days later, Overhaul himself is dropped unceremoniously on the front steps of the police precinct, not breathing. There was a note attached ‘This one didn’t deserve to live.’ The police decide that without evidence, it’s just another criminal off the streets and nothing more.

-

Mr. Compress getting his dream job as a magician wasn’t something he was expecting, especially when he was two seconds away from turning to a life of crime instead. He goes with it though, and doesn’t notice the green haired kid cheering a bit louder than everyone else on opening night.

-

The case against Endeavor - as well as the reemergence of his supposedly dead oldest child - was one of the biggest media coverages of the year. Even though no one knew who gave the police the evidence, the other Todoroki kids were given into the custody of their mother after she’d be discharged from the mental hospital.

-

The HPSC president was not having a good day. Hawks hadn’t shown up for his patrol or his meeting with his handler. The internet was down all day and now there’s someone knocking on the front door to her house. She was expecting one of her underlings, maybe even Hawks but instead what looked like the entire police force was standing at her door, holding a warrant for her arrest.

Somewhere across the city the fastest man alive is crying in the arms of the boy he mourned for years.

-

All For One had been feeling a sense of foreboding. For awhile. First, Tomura Shigaraki had vanished. Alongside Kurogiri. The Doctor seemed to also be ignoring him. All For One was.. concerned. He doesn’t even realize what the feeling is until All Might himself is blasting his wall down with what looks like the top 100 heroes behind him. Before he even realizes it, he’s in Tartarus. And there’s a strange green child who seemed to go past all the security checks needed for a visit just to make faces at him.

-

Izuku Midoriya sat among his loved ones and smiled. Knowing that this time around, he and his friends could be kids again. He was finally at peace.

Until,

“OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DID NOT JUST BLUE SHELL ME WHAT THE FUCK?!”