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I've always admired those who stepped up to help people, who put themselves in danger to protect others. My respect goes out to those people, whether they be villain, hero, vigilante, or just a person. I want to be someone that helps others, but I can’t be a hero, vigilante or villain.

Why? I’m Quirkless. Always have been, and without a Quirk, it’s common knowledge that you can’t really do anything “world changing.” But you don’t need a special ability to help people. Which is why I’m studying to be a medical professional and civilian consultant for the police.

I’m currently fourteen, sitting on the couch as my mother’s cooking dinner in the kitchen. The T.V playing in the background as I’m reading a medical textbook, pencil tapping on my notebook pages.

“—A villain is releasing havoc down town!” A reporter cried out. I shifted my eyes upward, really, villain attacks were every day to every other. Why did the media feel the need to report every single one as ‘breaking news’?

The camera was on a woman, her long blonde hair tied into a ponytail behind her. Holding a microphone up to her face as she kept turning from the scene to the camera. Her face, while it may appear worried, her green eyes seemed hungry for a story.

The reporter continued, “The villain has caught a young student as a hostage! It doesn’t seem like any of the hero’s can do anything!” The camera panned, held high, showing the top of heads in the growing crowd, a few hero’s at the front. I believe they were Mt. Lady, Backdraft, Deatharms and Kamui Woods. They seemed to be fighting some kind of sludge-creature, someone my age caught in it’s body, the only visible part of them really was their blonde hair and dark red eyes.

“Oh my,” Mom said, taking a glance at the television. “That’s horrible. I hope they get the poor boy out of there.”

Everyone in the crowd was cheering on the hero’s, but they didn’t seem to be doing anything but crowd-control. My eyes narrowed at the screen, the hostage.

“He’s suffocating,” There was no way he should have been able to breathe, the sludge covering his nose and mouth. Mom clicked off the burner and placed the pan on the stove to watch, worry in her eyes.

A boy rushed out from the crowd, the reporter speaking his actions as he he whirled, and chucked his yellow backpack at the villain. His dark green hair covering everyone from seeing his face as the villain recoiled from the attack. The boy clawed at the villain, the hostage yelled at him—to hard to hear—and the villain poised to attack—hero’s rushing in...

I muttered under my breath, “Idiot, move.”

And All Might appeared, pulling the two boys away and neutralizing the villain in a single attack. Rain drops fell.

Mom and I both let out collective sighs of relief as the fight was over. Everyone was safe. I watched the screen for a few more minutes, seeing them scold the boy that ran out like an actual sucidal maniac.

“(Y/n),” Mom spoke, her dark brown eyes resting on me. “Don’t you dare do something reckless like that boy.”

I raised an eyebrow at the woman as I clicked the mute button on the remote, plunging the apartment into silence. “I promise, Mom. Seriously though, why would I even run into a situation like that? I’m not suicidal.”

“I’m not saying that,” Mom said as she made her way back to the kitchen and flicked the burner switch on again before the meal got too cold to cook properly. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Noted, Mother.” And I returned back to my studying, the sounds of cracking fire and pencil scribbles in the background.

While I said I respected those who help others, that boy lost a few brownie points for being suicidal. But he gained a few as well for being the only one to actually do something.

Level One

Now fifteen, I had gotten into medical school I wanted to, taking some afternoon classes in law enforcement. I’d moved into the dormitory, sitting in the common area with twenty-something other students, a soda in one hand and tonight’s textbook reading in my lap. The common room’s televisions blaring to my left, going over the normal ‘oh no, villain’ reports.

Only half listening to the reporter as I read, all I pretty much got was ‘USJ’, ‘Villains’ and ‘That really sucks.’

“That’s awesome!” Okay, who the fuck would say that a villain attack on children was awesome? I looked up, a boy stood a few feet away, staring at the screen with awe.

...The actual fuck. Hello, how were you raised?

“What’s so awesome about that?” I voiced, and he looked at me. His dark a dark brown, while his eyes were crimson. Two horns stood out from his hair, from some type of Quirk, likely.

“They got to fight villains!” He exclaimed, waving his hands around animatedly. “That’s so cool!”

... “Dude, they’re children.”

“And they beat them!”

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

Level One

Turns out he was actually in one of my law classes, and he was really bad at communicating. (Kind of a bad quality for law, but, eh, who am I to judge?) His name was Joans Kao, and he was actually kind of fun to hang around with in his own weird way. The two of us were sitting in the commons, eating popcorn, curtesy of Joans, while we watched U.A’s sports festival.

Joans made comments on literally everything, including the backgrounds of some of the kids, which definitely creeped me out a little, but it’s Joans so I pointedly ignored asking how he got his information. At this point, I felt like we were the reincarnations of the announcers or something. Joans was Present Mic, while I was “Eraserhead.” Never heard of him, though.

I definitely recognized the little green haired one, Midoriya, and the blonde one, Bakugo, from the Sludge Villain Incident last year.

One thing hasn’t changed though.

Midoriya’s still a suicidal idiot.

Level One

So much happened this year, everything seems to be revolving around U.A, manly, Class 1-A. First, it was the USJ, then the attack on Hosu. They got attacked at the mall and on their training camp. Even when they caught that villain that almost killed All Might—All for One?—they then had to deal with Overhaul and his Quirk-Erasing drugs. 

What the hell did these kids do to deserve such treatment? Well, besides being good people? 

But, really, it was just a matter of time, considering everything. The League of Villains just had to come back, led by one Shigaraki Tomura. A full on battle between the League and hero’s. Class 1-A just had to get in the crossfire again. And how the hell does one get caught in a war when they’re just trying to go grocery shopping? I mean, seriously. 

Bodies already littered the ground, some Pro Hero’s like Native and Kamui Woods were already part of the casualties. Some students down as well. Eraserhead, (Apparently an underground hero, I had learned) Present Mic, and a few other teachers were fighting, trying to protect their students as they evacuated. 

One student was still caught in the fight. Honestly, I’m not surprised it’s Midoriya, hero name: Deku, standing off against the leader of the League. He was injured, both arms somewhat damaged, from broken to fractures of what I could see. He was barley standing, bleeding from the head. At the very least a concussion. 

Shigaraki was running at him and I moved. 

Why..? 

Why the hell am I doing this..? 

Oh... My eyes connected with Midoriya’s figure. 

I jumped in front of Midoriya, Shigaraki inches away, Midoriya yelling at me...

Damn you, you suicidal idiot, you’ve influenced me. 

And... 

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"It's a girl!" The doctor called as he wrapped the child in white blanket, the baby's (e/c) eyes stared up at him, something flashing in them as he handed the child to it's mother. 

The woman took her eagerly into her arms, exhaustion visible on her face as she smiled down at the child, pride in her eyes. Her husbands face a mirror of hers. 

"(Y/n)," She said, lightly holding the newborn's hand. "Your name will be (Y/n)." 

                   Level Two

Life was weird, I'd known this for years. Everything seemed...predictable? Well, predictable and an endless sense of Déjà Vu. I would go to school, and the teachers would teach times-tables and grammar to us, but I had already known all of this. It wasn't like: ah, yes! I understood it from one example! It was more of: My brain just snapped and the answer appeared. Some things would take longer than others, but everything clicked. 

My teachers had contacted my mother, deciding for me to skip second grade. Third grade was the same result, though. Everything was so easy. Nothing seemed challenging, as it should be. 

And sometimes, I would have these dreams. Always so vivid, I could barley make out the scenes. I would see a fight in the distance, the figures blurry, and I would run. Every time, I ran towards the fight, I stood between the two, like it would help the situation. I saw the hand of the boy reaching for my face, and then I would wake up with a jolt. 

At first, I thought it was my Quirk manifesting. After all, I was seven, and my Quirk was already due. I had asked Mom if we could see the Quirk Specialist, to which she reluctantly agreed. 

My thoughts were quickly dissuaded as the Specialist said that I couldn't develop a Quirk due to a toe joint. How they could tell if someone had a Quirk by a toe joint, I had no idea. 

I was deemed Quirkless by age seven, the doctors telling me my dreams were just nightmares or maybe anxiety or PTSD. 

When I was ten, I was in tenth grade, just one year away from collage and high school applications, Mom asked me what I wanted to do with my life. 

I had said: "I want to help people!" The thought instantly came to me, I didn't even need to think about it. 

Mom had been skeptical, a little disbelieving as she asked, "You want to be a hero?" 

"A hero?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Of course not, Mother, I'm Quirkless—And a realist. I want to be a doctor!" 

Relief flooded my mother's face. "That's a wonderful goal." 

"Hmm, or maybe a police officer." I tapped my chin as I sat back on our couch, my favorite spot. "I could take double majors." 

"My little angel," Mother said, her eyes soft as she beamed at me, "I have no doubt you can do it!" 

                    Level Two

I decided on going to a medical school, taking afternoon law classes on Tuesdays to Fridays. The campus was nostalgic, even though it had no reason to be. A lot of students were confused as to why someone four years younger then them was accepted, a few just assumed I was some kind of prodigy. 

My first year had gone by swiftly and easily, the answers still clicking in my brain as if I already knew the answers. I would study in the commons area of my dorm house, and I would take my law classes at night. I hadn't particularly made any friends, as most students either avoided me or tried to talk to me only based on the fact that I was good at class. 

Second year is when everything changed. I got to my medical classes, and it stopped clicking. I still remembered what I knew before, sure, but all of the new stuff truly was new. There was no more Déjà Vu, and my brain stopped immediately knowing. It didn't make sense to me. 

My medical grades started to drop. 

Law classes were the same as medical. First year of rules, hypotheticals, and well, law, remained in my head. But now we were doing physical activities that I had no recollection of. We would practice basic combat like how to throw a punch and how to dearm someone. We learned how to wear police uniforms and shoot a gun. (everyone was reluctant to give the child a gun) Honestly, to have things stop clicking was like someone pulled the rug out from under me. No—actually it was more like a train that tried to keep going even when it realized the tracks were gone. 

                     Level Two

I was in my third year of medical school and law classes, and I was used to my brain no longer clicking. I had started working harder in medical classes, trying my damnedest to get the information to stay put in my head. The final exam was coming up soon, and if I passed, I might be able to intern at a hospital for some of my classes. Which is something I really wanted to do. 

I had started to get used to the physical aspect of law classes, and I'd worked up some stamina, though they were still tiring as hell. Because obviously you have to be able to sprint like, a mile—no stopping. De-arming and quick-sparing was harder than I thought it'd be. While I understood the general concept of it, my balance was literally crap. I would dash forward to do some kind of twist, wrist jab, and grab the weapon, but I would wind up twisting my foot the wrong way or missing a step or just falling. 

Shooting was much easier than combat as it just required aim. We were currently practicing walking and shooting, as we've already gotten our aim to a general circle while still. Walking and shooting was a bit harder to aim, but it seemed easier to deal with the recoil. 

And remember those dreams I had when I was a kid? Well—younger kid. I still had them now. Sometimes I would be having a nice sleep, then I would wake up screaming with an ache all over my face. My roommate Li Cassandra was really nice about it, always told me of things to do to help, let me talk about it, or just well, helped. 

                     Level Two

Age fourteen, fourth year of medical school. Turns out, I had passed my medical final with an 82%, the professor saying I was eligible for the internships. It was a great feeling, and I was excited to start this year. Though my law classes took a bit of a hit as the internship was all day Tuesday and Thursdays, so I now had to take double sessions on Wednesdays and move my Thursday class to Saturday. 

My law final? Shooting was a grade of 94%, field was a grade of 89% and combat was a whooping 68%. Like I said, my balance is shit. It also didn't help that all my classmates were three to four years older. 

Currently, I was sitting in the commons, Li beside me eating from a bag of Doritos as we talked about the newest game releases and when she's actually get her console from home. Today was one of the only days that I didn't have a textbook on my lap, as I didn't really have much to work on. Well, besides balance but I really have no idea how to work on that.

"—A villain is releasing havoc down town!" Li looked up and I followed shortly after. One of the students had turned on the commons television. On it, a reporter stood, a scene behind her. This all seemed so eerily familiar, and in the first time in two years, my brain clicked. 

The green haired boy pulling the other from the villain. All Might saving them. 

The reporter continued, "The villain has caught a young student as a hostage! It doesn't seem like any of the hero's can do anything!" The camera panned, held high, showing the top of heads in the growing crowd, a few hero's at the front. Mt. Lady, Backdraft, Deatharms and Kamui Woods. They seemed to be fighting the Sludge Villain. Everyone in the crowd was cheering on the hero's.

"He's suffocating," 

“...Can he breathe?” Li murmured, wide golden eyes on the screen as she halted her eating. No doubt her little medical mind working out the probabilities that the boy was dying. Li was her own prodigy. 

“No.” 

Her eyes narrowed, leaning forward causing her long dark curled hair to fall from her shoulders. “Are they going to do something?” 

“I think,” My nose scrunched as I said the dumbest thing I probably ever would. “I think a boys going to play hero.” 

Lo and behold, a boy did rush out from the crowd, his yellow backpack chucked at the villain. 

“Holy shit,” Li exclaimed, falling back in her seat. Holy shit, indeed Li. 

And All Might appeared, pulling the two boys away and neutralizing the villain in a single attack. The whole thing leaving my brain whirling at the fact that I knew. 

Li turned to me, “That was so cool! How did you guess that?” 

I hummed, eyes locked on the boy I’d deemed suicidal. For some reason he sparked in my mind as older, wounded. “How indeed...” 

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I stood in the shooting range on Sunday, headphones over my ears as my Glock 22 was rested solely in my left hand. It was a good think my instructor wasn't here or she'd reprimand me for one, shooting with one hand, and two, shooting with my non-dominant hand. But she's not here so it doesn't matter what she'd say. 

I fired a round off at the target twenty meters away, each shot getting closer to the center of the target, since they'd started at the back wall no where near the intended location. The bangs muffled to my ears and the recoil jarring my wrist and shoulder. 

The gun clicked, barrel empty and I reached for the .40 ammo resting on the base of the shooting window, reloading my gun and starting again. 

Bang! Back wall.

Bang! Outer-ring

Bang! Smack in the center. I mentally cheered to myself as I tried again, the bullet ripping through the center of the target, again and again. The pain of the recoil distant, no longer something I cared about. 

"(L/n)!" I jumped, one more bullet went off, scraping the edge of the target before I quickly clicked the safety on and holstering my gun on the belt at my waist. I dragged my headphones down and turned, fully expecting to see my instructor standing there ready to chew me out. But instead, Li was standing a few feet behind me. Her hair tied back in a ponytail, pulled through the hoop in her hat. Wearing simple white t-shirt and dark jeans. Her dark purple hoodie tied around her waist. Sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, hiding her golden eyes behind the lenses. 

"Shit, Li." I threw my hands up in the air, exasperated. "Don't you know not to sneak up on an underage kid with a gun?" 

She snickered at me, "Well, Miss Underage, I'm pretty sure fifteen is a very reasonable shooting age." 

I nailed her with a blank look, "Shooting practice starts at age sixteen." 

"One year," She shrugged. "So, are you coming, or more shooty-things?" She gestured at the gun range with one hand.

"Coming?" I tilted my head. "Where are we going?" 

Now it was Li's turn to nail me with the same look I used mere moments before. "It's almost one, we said we were gonna watch the Sports Festival." 

Right, Li had asked last night if we could watch together. As she was a complete lover of all the previous Sports Festivals, and she was addicted  to learning about heroes. Huh, her and Joans would get along great. 

...Who was Joans? 

My mind blanked, the name had just come to me for no reason, it had seemed to just...fit. But I swear I'd never met a Joans before. 

"Right, right." I said, waving off my thoughts with the simple words. "Yeah, I'm coming. I'll catch up?" 

The girl beamed, "Cool!" And skipped out of the shooting range. I, myself, had no more reason to be there, so I made my way to the locker room. 

I plugged in my code and opened my locker, placing my gun on the top shelf and the extra ammo beside it. My class-issued headphones rested on one of the hooks under the first shelf. I closed and locked my locker, then making my away to the front of the law building to see Li sitting on one of the cushioned bench seats, kicking her feet back and forth.

She jumped out of her seat when she saw me and we walked off together. I don't think there was a single silent moment on our walk back, as she was ranting in excitement about what we would see today. When we got back to the Erickson Dorm, she beelined for the lounge without even signing in. 

I gave a fond sigh as the receptionist was about to run after her. I gave the student a smile and gave her my student I.D. "Sorry, Ray. That was Li Cassandra, she's just a little overexcited for the Sports Festival." 

The red haired student gave a small smile back, "It's fine, (L/n), but please tell her to sign in on the break or afterwards." 

"Will do, see ya' Ray!" Ray Liane was a girl I'd met when I was studying in the library. The redhead was a computer major who had a job as the assistant librarian and the receptionist for Erickson. 

When I got into the room, Li was not the only student. The lounge had at least thirty students sitting around, chatting excitedly as multiple T.V's were showcasing the Sports Festival stands being filled. Present Mic's voice making small talk with someone else. Li was sitting on our normal couch (yes we were down here enough to have claimed a couch and everyone knew it.) 

I plopped down onto the seat next to her, "Forgot to sign in." 

"Shit," Li moves to stand up when Present Mic started to announce the start of the Festival. "Fuck it, nope." 

I laughed as she jumped back into her seat, watching the screen with eager eyes. I reached over and pulled off her hat. She shot me a look, then shrugged and moved her sunglasses to rest on her head. 

"Hi, hi, is anyone sitting here?" A rushed voice came from behind me. I shifted my eyes back while Li didn't do so much as glance. A boy stood there, his hair dark with two horns sticking out from the top of his head. Eyes a dark red while he wore a black V-neck and ripped jeans. 

"Nope." 

"Nice!" He dropped down in the arm chair across from us, excitement practically mirroring Li's. I stared at him for a moment, something about him was so familiar. And it seemed like my brain really wanted to click, but it couldn't just yet. 

"Do I know you..?" 

He blinked, averting his eyes from the screen to size me up, then his face lit up in recognition. "Oh! You're that prodigy student, right?" 

I held back a sigh of disappointment. Of course. Li, bless her soul, could sense my discomfort without even looking. She pointed a finger at the boy, which really was pointing a few feet left of him instead of at him. 

"Don't harass my friend." 

The boy bit his lip as he frantically waved his hands, "I-I didn't mean it like that! I just-I'm Joans, Kao, please don't take offense to whatever I say." 

"Li, down." She immediately turned all her attention back to the screen, withdrawing her arm. "Don't mind Li either, she's a bit protective. (L/n), (Y/n) nice to meet you." 

Relieved, he dropped his hands. "It's nice to meet you too." He looked at the screen for a few moments, then at me in unease before the screen again. I looked as well, watching as Present Mic introduced the freshman classes. 

Then it clicked. 

"That's awesome!"

"What's so awesome about that?"

"They got to fight villains! That’s so cool!" 

"Dude, they're children." 

"And they beat them!" 

Her and Joans would get along great.

What was that..? I—that showed that I was downstairs during the USJ broadcast...but I had been interning at the hospital when that happened. That couldn’t possibly have...

“Are you okay?” 

Oh, I’d been staring. “I’m fine.” 

Li looked away from the screen a student walked up to give the speech. “Your brain do it’s weird thing?”

She was referring to my brain clicking. She refused to call it anything other than “weird thing” since I explained it to her a little after the Sludge Villain incident. And her and her memory quirk, of course, recognized my exact voice tone whenever the damn thing happens. 

“Not exactly,” I lied, turning to the television and gesturing to it. “The speaker’s one of the kids in the Sludge Villain incident.”

“You’re right!” Joans exclaimed, “Oh! Oh! The other ones there too!” He pointed at the crowd in front of the speaker. He was right, the suicidal kid was in the crowd. 

The speaker declared his intent to win and everyone in the lounge started to talk, either about how he was brave to say that or just a dick. 

Li was the latter, “This is going to be a great festival!” 

“Yeah!” Joans beamed, “I cant wait to see who wins!” 

Bakugou Katsuki chained to the podium, screaming muffled curses as Todoroki Shouto stood in second place, Tokoyami Fumikage in third.

“Bakugou wins.” 

Both Joans and Li stared at me, Li blinked before pointing an accusing finger at me, “Weird thing!” 

I sighed, “Yes, ‘weird thing.’” 

“Wait,” Joans spoke, “What ‘weird thing’? Does she mean your quirk or something?” 

“Yes—“

“I’m Quirkless.” 

“—No.” 

“I’m confused.” Joans said. “And whose Bakugou?” 

Right, who was Bakugou? Well the blonde speaker/representative was the one on the first place podium, so him? 

“I think it was the speaker.” I answered. Bakugou, Todoroki, Tokoyami, and even Joans. How did I know their names before I’d met them? 

The Festival continued, everything clicking, everything the same as in my head. I’d excused myself from the two and went to my dorm, just staring up at the ceiling. Eventually dozing off to sleep, the figures in my dreams only becoming slightly clearer.

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I woke to my phone buzzing loudly at my bedside. I groaned, rolling in my sheets, having no desire to get up. Everything had gotten exhausting lately, and on top of it, my nightmares kept me up at night. So I valued every bit of sleep I could get, so as you could imagine, I was not happy with this caller.

I groped around for my phone by noise, wrapping my fingers around it and answering the call. I hadn't even got to say my choice words before they stared talking. 

"(L/n), can you come in today?" The voice frantic, and there was a lot of yelling in the background. 

What. 

I opened my eyes to look at the caller I.D, surprised to see it was Hosu General Hospital, one of the hospitals I was interning at. 

"Um...sure?" I sat up, sheets falling to my hips as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "When do you need me?" 

"As soon as possible.." The voice trailed off, then she yelled a few words in the background that I couldn't make sense of before it was clear. "We need all the help we can get." Beep. 

Well then. 

I set my phone down on the bedside table, swinging my legs off and debating life choices as I changed. I pulled on a long sleeved (f/c) plaid shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. So what if it wasn't professional? Slipping my phone and student I.D into my internship bag, I left the dorm room. I made my way downstairs, filing the other student conversations into a mental folder called "Not-Important-Teenager-Shit." 

When I got to the reception desk, I greeted Ray, signed the time and left. Train leaves in three minutes, I groaned. 

Level Two

For once, I'm going to thank the training exercises in Law, as I had made it to the train in time, albeit, barley. But the train had stopped one station previous to Hosu, where H.G was. So once again, I had to run to the hospital. 

Everything around me had me gaping, the whole city was in rubble or some state of damage. People were being herded to the nearest safe area. A few heros even stopped me to get me to evacuate, but pulling the "The hospital needs me" card, they let me through. Though another hero went with me for safety, which was Manual. 

When I got to H.G, Manual gave his quickest version of "stay safe, good luck" and ran off, presumably to whatever was attacking the city. I entered the hospital, many doctors were running around trying to accommodate as many patients as possible. The receptionist was balancing phone calls, ringing doctors, and signing in patients. The second she saw me, God knows how, she waved me over.

"(L/n), thank God. Everyone's busy, we can't afford supervisors right now. Okay?" 

I answered, "I'm okay with that." Normally I preformed perfectly well during the internship, and my supervisors left me to my own devices the majority of the time. I was perfectly accustomed to no supervision. "Where do you need me?" 

"Ward B! 32!" She called while shoo'ing me away, holding the phone back to her ear, as she tried to walk a woman through the sign in procedures while talking on the phone. 

I shuffled through the patients waiting, countless "excuse me's" and "pardon me's" escaping my mouth as I tried to get to my 'room'. 

Ward B was the area I normally interned at, so I was familiar with the area, and I was stationed to work in room 32, which was, also, my internship room. I considered that lucky at least, as I slipped into the room, turning on the lights and closing the door behind me. Since the room was dedicated to internships, it was meant to have multiple patients at once, therefore there were four beds to the right of the door, and a computer and medical station to the left. 

I dropped my bag next to the computer, quickly clicking the 'on' button and logging in with my right hand and doing the same to my tablet with my left. I worked to pull up the same thing on both screens—my patient files. See, H.G had all their electronic devices set up to the 'doctors' website, which was an information queue hooked up to the receptionist and other on-duty doctors. It sent the medical information of the next patient(s) you had, and it could immediately let the receptionist know if the visit was done without having to leave the room or send a runner. Perfect for days like this. 

The website was open, as was my tab. I quickly folded up my shirt sleeves and grabbed my box of plastic gloves, setting them next to the computer. I pinged the receptionist a message that I was ready, immediately getting a patient file. I pulled it up on my tablet, looking it over while I opened my door, the loud voices from the waiting area in my ears.

A man walked in not a minute later, holding a gash on his right arm. He took one look at me and scoffed, "They're hiring kids to do this shit now?" 

I looked up from my tablet, raising a single brow at the man. "Excuse me?"

"Send in a professional, kid." 

You little shit, I got out of bed for this. I took a breath, professionalism (Y/n). 

"Sir, I beg your pardon. But I have been working in the medical field for a few years now, so I know what I'm doing." I raised a hand when he starting talking again, though it didn't do much so I just talked over him. "And we are in a crisis situation where people need all the help they can get. Therefore I'd like this visit to be quick. So would you prefer I sedate you or to go about in a civil manner?" 

He continued to mumble under his breath but didn't argue back so that was a slight achievement. 

"Okay, cool." I shut the door and flipped on the red light, an installment on the outside of the door that showed the room was being used for a patient. "Go ahead and sit down." 

I mentally assessed his injury before grabbing the necessary medicine, bandages and cleaning supplies. I fitted on a pair of plastic gloves before I started to clean his wound. Asking questions of if he was on any medicine currently and what he normally needed to take. Getting grumbled responses back, I made a mental note of the medicines safe to give him. 

When his arm was wrapped, I checked for any signs of other injury. When there was none, I gave him a rundown of what medicines he should and shouldn't take for a while. 

"And if you're feeling worse, or it hasn't gotten better in a week and a half, then get it checked on again, okay?" With a nod, he left. 

I flipped the red light off and pinged the receptionist again. This continued for what seemed like (and probably was) hours. I had close to eighty two patients by the time we were almost out of patients. 

I collapsed in my seat, exhaustion taking hold as I messaged the receptionist I was finished with my most recent patient. She messaged back that I should be done, and I sighed in relief, packing up the room to head home. 

Then the office phone by the computer rang. Sighing, I made my way over to answer it. The receptionist's voice came through, "(L/n), I'm sorry a few more patients just came in, could you stay any longer?" 

I glanced at the clock on the wall, near five in the afternoon. I would be missing my law class. 

Law class or helping people? 

"Sure," I said. "I need to ring my classes that I'm not playing hooky, though." 

The woman gave a sigh of relief, "Oh course. These ones are going to have to stay overnight, so if you could set them up for that, it's be wonderful." 

"That bad, huh?" I winced, that meant either really bad concussion, unconscious, multiple broken bones or worse. "And 'they'?" 

"Yes, it's three patients." 

I nodded, knowing she couldn't see it. "Alright, you can send them." I ended the call and quickly rung my law building. 

"Hello, this is—"

"Excuse me, sorry for the interruption. (L/n), (Y/n). I'm not going to be able to make my class, I'm helping the hospital in Hosu." 

There were a few silent beats before the man spoke up, "Alright, Miss (L/n). I'll let your instructor know." 

"Thank you." The moment the words left my mouth, a group of people were by the door. Manual and a few other heros I didn't recognize. Three teenagers, all of which I recognized. Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, and Midoriya Izuku. Todoroki was bleeding from his arm, face impassive. Iida was bleeding from his arms as well, but much worse, Todoroki's seemed to be by a small knife or blade, but Iida's were by something larger and had been bleeding for longer. Midoriya though, he was barley conscious, being carried by Manual. 

Professionalism be damned, I muttered out the words before I could stop myself. "Holy shit kid, why do you always get hurt?" I shook my head and ignored their gazes. "Lay him down on one of the beds. You two," I gestured to Todoroki and Iida. "You both sit down as well. Do not go to sleep. That goes for you too." I snapped my fingers before Midoriya's face, who seriously looked like he was about to do the exact opposite of what I said. He only blinked up at me. 

I made a quick assess of his wounds, blade to upper arm, leg was stabbed, and sharp puncture wounds on his stomach, like from claws. I switched out my gloves, telling the pros to get themselves checked out by another doctor. I made quick and efficient time  cleaning the wound and wrapping the Midoriya's leg. Repeating the same for the cut on his arm and his stomach. Constantly checking if he was still awake. When I finished bandaging the wounds I checked for any sign of concussion, relieved when there was none. 

"Alright, kid." I started as I pulled off my gloves and trashed them in the near overflowing bin. "You can sleep now." Yes, I'm aware you normally check for concussion first, as it's quick and important. But I've always rather get the bleeding wounds done before the concussion check. 

I pulled on a new set of gloves, looking back at the other two. Iida's wounds were definitely worse than Todoroki's. I moved my stuff to where Iida was, checking his injuries. I didn't know the exact damage but I winced, I knew it was bad. I went slower with him, taking extreme care around his wounds. He thanked me when I was finished, I nodded back. 

I went to Todoroki next, new gloves on as wrapped his wound and bandaged his face. Much less damage than Iida or Midoriya, so it was quick. When I was done, told him the same thing I did the others, 'you're staying overnight so just go to sleep now.' And I flipped off the room lights, went to my desk, and turned on my lamp and set it and my computer to the dimmest setting. 

I sent a quick message to the receptionist that they were treated, told to sleep, and I had no idea if they actually were (Except for Midoriya, he was asleep before I even finished with Iida.) 

After, I pulled up their files, attaching a new file with today's date that gave a detailed explanation of their injuries and the treatment plan. When I updated the information, I glanced at the time, 8:45. And with how Hosu looked, I seriously doubted the trains would be running. 

I let out a soft sigh as I clicked off the tablet and computer. Pocketing my phone, I rolled my chair back and pushed it up to the desk as quietly as I could. Considering the time, I probably should call Li too, actually, she probably had been calling me repeatedly since seven. 

I spared a glance at the three, Midoriya and Iida were asleep, but a keen eye told me Todoroki was faking. I raised an eyebrow and shook my head at him, Your health. Not my problem. 

I turned the knob of the door and walked out, closing it behind me, flipping on my phone as I walked. I was right, six missed calls from Li. I phoned her back as I made my way to the waiting room, hearing the familiar buzz of the phone as I saw the figure of the receptionist. 

“(L/n),” She looked up, as if surprised I was still here. 

“Hey,” I answered, phone still at my ear. “Trains are probably down, so I’m going to crash here. You all still need help in the morning right?” I was referring to all of the patients staying overnight, how they would need to be checked on again and some needing a physical exam. 

“Ah, yes, we’ll still need help in the morning.” The receptionist affirmed, “But are you sure you want to stay overnight? I could call someone to drive you...” 

“Ah, no—“ The call clicked on, Li’s voice on the other end. 

“(L/n)! Oh my gosh, where are you? I was so worried—“ 

I cut her off, “I’m fine, Li. And no,” I continued with the receptionist. “I’ll be fine here, I’ll just take an extra room—actually I doubt there’s one. I’ll sleep in the rest-room.” No, I did not mean the bathroom. The rest-room was a room for the staff. It was kind of the nurse and doctor version of a teachers lounge. 

“...You weren’t talking to me were you?” 

“If you’re sure...” I nodded, and started to walk off. “And (L/n)! Thank you for your help today.” 

“No prob.” I said, glancing back with a small smile. “See ya’.” When I was out of her view, I turned my attention to Li. 

“Yeah, Li. Sorry, you know the incident in Hosu?” 

“Oh yeah! How could I no—wait.” Li paused, and I could practically hear the disapproving look in her voice. “You’re in Hosu?” 

“Yep,” I spoke quietly, trying not to wake the patients. “H.G called me over for help. The hospital was packed, they weren’t even able to supervise.” 

“But, are you okay?” 

I blinked, “Of course. I wasn’t involved in whatever attacked Hosu, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

“It is.” She affirmed. “That’s good to hear, but next time you run off into a war zone, call me.” 

I nodded, “Sure thing, Li.” 

Chapter Text

I was walking, I don't know where, the scenery seemed so dull, lifeless—unimportant. My eyes skimmed over them, just landing forward in the shadows of where I walked. Weights on my arms—no, those were bags. From the corner of my eye, I could see a faint glimpse of fruit and vegetables, barley seen past the top of the bag. 

My body kept walking, as if a trance. No mater how much I wanted to stop, to look somewhere else, my body didn't listen. Trapped in myself like a prison. 

My gaze turned down, weighted bags shifted, and my hand pulled a phone from my hoodie pocket. Fingerprint passcode unlocked it automatically. Staring back at me was not the background picture of Li, Joans and I, arms around each others shoulders and grinning at the selfie. But instead, a picture of Joans, sitting in the common room, curled up on one of the sofas. The camera was obviously zoomed in and a pout was clear on his face as he pointedly looked away from the camera. 

My messages were opened, Joans being the first contact—which was not normal because Li was a spam texter. 

[Joans] 4:36

R u almost done??? 

 4:39 [(Y/n)] 

I hate you

[Joans] 4:40

Ouch, love you too!! 

  4:40 [(Y/n)]

Yeah, no.

[Joans] 4:41

:(((((

 4:41 [(Y/n)]

:)))) 

[Joans] 4:42

But rly tho. R u almost back yet? 

A message was quickly typed in, the same speed I would normally type.

 5:06 [(Y/n)]

Calm yourself, I'm 15min from Erickson.

[Joans] 5:08

Awesome! I'll be in the commons! 

The phone was clicked off, shoved back into my hoodie pocket. Looking back up at the dull streets once more. Faint smoke in the distance. My walking paused, then started again, but faster. Towards the smoke. The black cloud that was getting larger by the second. 

I ran, past the people running away, past the dull streets, straight to the center. The scene before me was devastating. Hundreds of villains and pro heros were fighting. So many were on the ground, unmoving. The scene was so familiar but not, and even though I was a medical student, the smell of this much blood made me want to throw up. 

Elder heros tried to move the younger ones back, to a safer place with less deadly villains, the eyes of my body stopped on one. The wounded boy, gripping his shoulder that hung limp. Bloody, broken and bruised. Midoriya Izuku. 

A man ran at him, his figure dull and covered in shadows. The weighted grocery bags slipped from my fingers as my body ran. Towards, not away. Stopped between the two, arms raised on either side of myself, as if to protect the hero behind me. 

The shadows twisted and cleared. For a moment, I saw the face of the aggressor. His light blue hair framed his mask: a simple hand clasped over his face. Murderous red eyes gleamed at me. Like this was...amusing. One pale hand reached towards my face, blocking my view. A hand grasped the back of my hoodie, yanking me back with feeble strength. 

"No!" 

The darkness was all I could see, and for a moment, all I could feel was the hand grasping painfully tight on my hoodie and my phone buzzing in my pocket repeatedly. Then I couldn't even feel that, overwhelmed with pain. Clawing at my face, tearing me apart. Feeling like fire etched through my being—

"No— Shigaraki!" 

And I jolted up with a start, breathing heavily. One hand clenched at my heart as I carefully patted down my face, just smooth skin, no fire, no pain. Only the same dull ache I had after every nightmare. 

I let out a sigh, glaring at the sheets. This is getting ridicules. I was tired of waking up paranoid, like that man was in front of me, ready to attack me again. And why did I always see Midoriya? Every nightmare I always saw him, was that some kind of paranoia telling me he was going to die or something?  

I shook my head, not possible. It's not a premonition, just annoying nightmares. 

...but that didn't stop me from searching the man on my phone. The time read 10:16 as I plugged in the words: "villain hand quirk" was probably not the best idea, since I got around a hundred results. Most of them no-name villains, and I didn't really have the commitment to search all of them. I tapped the search bar, thinking back. I typed in the word "Shigaraki." 

Now that got results, a lot of articles, social media posts and theory sites. I clicked the first one open and skimmed the article, Shigaraki Tomura, he was believed to be the leader of the League of Villains. He had been behind the USJ incident, and it mentioned that he might of been behind the attack on Hosu yesterday. There were no pictures of him, but the article said to be wary. Shaking my post-nightmare worries away, I shut off my phone. 

Level Two

I walked up to the reception desk a little while later, a new receptionist sitting at the desk, typing away. 

"Good morning," I said, fully aware that I had a bedhead and hadn't changed from yesterday.

The woman startled, looking up as her typing halted. "Oh, you must be (L/n)?" 

"Yep." I answered. The other receptionist had probably let the other staff know that I had stayed overnight. "Is there anything I can help with?" 

She hummed, looking back to her computer, "If you could check up on..." she trailed off, reading something on her screen. "Wards E, C and B? There are already a few doctors out doing afternoon checkups, but they might need some help." 

"Alright," I turned on my heel and started off to  ward E. I had helped a few doctors over the next couple hours, rotating between re-bandaging patients, delivering papers and writing up medical reports. By the time I had finished my rounds, it was near one. 

I had helped as much as I could here, the doctors no longer needed extra help, so I could go home. I took out my phone.

[Villains Aren't Cool Joans]

 12:53 [(Y/n)]

I'm done at the hospital

[Li] 12:53

Finally

[Li] 12:53

U ned to get bck here

[Li] 12:53

Joans is pullin a Joans

 12:54 [(Y/n)]

What did he do? 

[Joans] 12:54 

Nothing I swear! 

[Li] 12:54

Lie

[Joans] 12:54

:(

[Li] 12:54

Hurry bck pls

[Joans] 12:54

:((((((

12:55 [(Y/n)]

Kk

[Joans] 12:55

:D

I pocketed my phone when I realized something was missing. My internship bag. Oh, that so figured. I thought back to the last place I had it, entering the hospital? Yep. My room yesterday? Yep. The rest-room? Wait did I even take it out of 32B? 

I started with my first lead, making my way through Ward B to the room I was in yesterday, stopping outside the door when I heard voices. 

"...Become stronger, together." It was Midoriya's voice. Ah, right. The three heros in training were still here, and probably would be for a few more hours at least. 

"I'm uh...I'm sorry," I think that was the first time I had heard Todoroki speak. It was soft, barley audible. 

"Huh, why?" 

"Now I feel like whenever I'm involved, people's hands go bad. Is this some curse..?" Connecting the dots, I winced. Iida's injuries were pretty bad, I shouldn't be surprised there was nerve damage. 

Midoriya and Iida's laughter rang through the door. "Haha, what are you talking about?" 

"I guess even Todoroki can crack a joke now and then!" 

"I'm not joking!" Todoroki protested. "It's like there's some hand-crusher presence in me..." 

"Pfffft, hand crusher presence!" 

I snorted at the conversation, it was nice to see some kind of good aura in a hospital, rather than the dreary one it normally held. I shook my head and rapped my knuckles on the door. The laughing cut off and it was silent for a moment. 

I asked, "Can I come in?" 

"Uh, y-yeah!" I turned the knob at his affirmative, opening the door and entering. Midoriya was standing next to Iida, his weight supported by a crutch. The other two boys were sitting on their beds. 

"Ah!" Iida stood, then bowing at his waist. "I want to thank you for help last night!" Todoroki nodded along with him. 

"Woah, woah. Don't do that." I said quickly. "It's better to for your arms if you don't lean like that." 

"Right!" Iida straightened, his rigid posture relaxed slightly. Midoriya just looked confused, glancing between his two friends and me. I turned my gaze to my desk, my internship bag laying on the floor next to the chair. Giving a soft sigh of a relief, I went over and slung it over my shoulder. 

Todoroki's voice spoke, "She patched us up last night." 

"O-oh. T-thank you!" 

I nodded at him, then looked away. The bandages reminding me of his injured form in my nightmare. "No prob. Take care of yourselves." And pushing my nightmare away, I left. 

Chapter Text

We were on break, such a wonderful time in university, considering that there was no work to do for a few weeks. Though, if I'm honest, I probably would have hated it if I didn't have Cassandra and Kao. The two could make watching paint dry exciting. 

Today, we were at the beach. Kao and Cassandra, the children they are, were having a sandcastle competition. Cassandra was using her memory quirk to be a perfectionist, angling the sand in a specific way for it to be perfect. Kao, on the other hand, was having the time of his life running buckets of salt water from the ocean to his place and molding it like a freaking sculpture. 

Me? I was sitting on the stone wall in a (f/c) cover-up, watching, kicking my feet back and forth. The beach had been pretty crowded since it was cleaned, and I wasn't a particular fan of human interaction so I was content to sit off at the side. 

A few hours passed and the sun had begun to sink under the clouds. I plucked my sandals off as I pushed myself off the wall, landing barefoot onto the cooling sand.

 I waded my way through the sands to Cassandra and Kao. "Okay, kids it's been two hours." 

Cassandra jolted from her position, scraping one of her sand towers causing a it to tumble. "(Y/n)!" Kao only looked up and grinned, his castle not damaged in the slightest. 

I crossed my arms at the two. "Two hours." 

"But—"

"No buts, sunblock, both of you." I pointed back at the wall I had dominated, a single blue beach-bag rested on the send next to it. Cassandra pouted as she stood up and sent her castle a dejected look while Kao was already over at the bag. "You'll see it again. Go." Cassandra sulked her way over to Kao. 

Like I said, the two were like children. And I was the overprotective mom, figures. 

There were rarely anyone still on the beach, save for the few runners, one family, us and a few others. As I was scanning the beach, my eyes caught a flash of green. 

Eyes narrowing, I zeroed in on the figure. What were the chances of seeing Midoriya Izuku here? The boy was sitting on the sand by the waves, red sneakers laying on the sand next to him. After a spending a few moments debating in my head, I walked over to the boy. 

"Fancy seeing you here." I greeted as I sat down a few feet away, sitting criss-cross with my sandals on my lap. 

The boy's head shot up, confused green eyes looking at me before recognition flashed. "Oh, you're from the hospital!" 

I hummed in acknowledgement. "So what're doing here?" 

"Ah well," He looked back out at the water. "Dagobah is a special place for me. What about you...oh I'm sorry, don't know your name! I'm Midoriya Izuku." 

"(L/n), (Y/n)," I supplied. "And I'm here cause of those two." I pointed over my shoulder to the sandcastles, making an assumption that the two had already gone back to building. 

Midoriya followed it, glancing over and making a face. "They're watching us." 

I blinked at the statement before looking over myself. Kao was grinning by his castle, while Cassandra was hovered over hers, giving me a thumbs up. 

Cassandra, no.

I flipped the girl off, to which she grinned wider and flipped me off back. Kao, the poor soul had no idea I was flipping Cassandra off and not him, so he made the most hurt expression he could give. Well, that was before Cassandra laughed and probably told the boy it was a conversation between the girls. 

"Ignore them, they're idiots." I turned away from them, staring out at the waves.  

"Okay.." Silence reigned for a few minutes before he spoke up again. "So, you work at the hospital?" 

"Yeah, I'm interning." 

"That's so cool!" Midoriya exclaimed and I looked over at him, his green eyes gleaming. "Iida said you were really good! Why did you decide to intern?" 

Oh, those are words. 

"Well," I started. "Guess it's 'cause I've always wanted to help people. I thought being a doctor or police officer was the best course for me." 

"What about being a hero?" 

I huffed a laugh and he looked at me, confused. "I'm not a fighter." My combat lessons proved that. "I don't immediately think to run in to save someone." I put myself between the villain and Midoriya. "Not hero material." I shrugged, brushing the thoughts away. 

"But..." 

"I made my choice a while ago." I stated as an idea flashed through my head. "You're a hero in training, right, Midoriya?" 

"A-ah, yeah." 

"And you're a fighter?" Obviously he was, I'd seen the Sports Festival. 

He nodded, curiosity in his eyes. "Yeah." 

"Then do you have any tips for balance?" I'd asked people before. Cassandra said to try walking along the curb, Kao suggested googling it while my teachers—unhelpful, mind you—said things along the lines of 'you can do it' and 'try harder.' And when Cassandra's suggestion is best, somethings wrong with the world. 

"Balance?" Midoriya thought to himself. "Do you mean balancing your weight or controlling your body in a certain way? Or coordination or precision?" 

"Um, all?" 

"Well there are a couple things you do," Midoriya started, "If you're looking for coordination, dance would be a good start. Gymnastics or tumbling would be a good idea for flexibility and movement. Parkour and free-running are good ideas too..." 

I stared as he dissolved into incoherent mumbles. But, from what I heard his suggestions did make sense. If I wanted to get better at sparring and combat it Law, then it would be best to get basic skills like coordination and precision. His idea of dance was actually a good idea to get foot placement down. Gymnastics was good for flexibility, and it would be similar to how some of my sparring partners fight. 

One problem though: most of those skills are really hard to learn as you get older. It's smarter to do when you're younger and developing. 

...he was still mumbling. 

I heard Cassandra's snicker in the background, which did actually seem to have an impact, as Midoriya jerked. "Ah, I'm sorry!"

"No, don't be." I shook my head at him. "They were good suggestions. Better than walking on a curb for hours on end." 

He grinned, and it seemed infectious as I grinned back. 

"Young Midoriya!" We both turned to the voice. It came from a man who really looked like he should have been in a hospital. He was skinny, almost like a skeleton. And he was practically dwarfed by his shirt. 

"Ah—All—" Midoriya jumped to his feet. Was he a friend..? He certainly seemed to carry himself as more, though. 

"It's getting late, my boy. Aizawa's close to leaving the school himself to find you." Oh, so he's Midoriya's father then? 

"Ah, right!" He turned back to me. "I have to go..." 

"I heard," I said as I stood. "We should probably head back to Uni, too. It was nice officially meeting you, Midoriya." 

"Y-you too!" 

Level Two

A few months had gone by, Cassandra, Kao and I were sitting on the floor of our dorm room, playing uno. 

"I'm out!" Kao called as he put down his blue one. 

"Darn it!" Cassandra cried as she flung her cards into the pile and began picking them up to put away. 

"Good job," I gave the boy a thumbs up, which was returned, before I turned to Cassandra. "Come on, grocery shopping isn't that bad." 

Yes, we were playing an uno game to decide who gets the groceries. That was the type of friends we were. 

"Yes it is," Cassandra pouted as she boxed the cards. 

"Okay, here." I started, "We go together." 

Cassandra lit up immediately while Kao made a face, "Deal!"

"But you're first place." 

"First place gotta help the losers." I grinned and dodged the box of cards Cassandra had thrown. 

Level Two

"And this," Cassandra complains, "is why I don't like grocery shopping." The girl was carrying two plastic bags in her hands, while I shouldered one, pulling out my phone. 

"Loser privileges." 

[Villains Aren't cool Joans—and no, we won't change the chat name]

[Joans] 4:40

R u guys almost done? 

[Joans] 4:45

So very bored 

[(Y/n)]  4:53

Yep. About 15min from Erickson.

I paused after I clicked the send button. Something was so eerily familiar about this. 

"What's up?" Cassandra leaned over to look at my messages then scrunched up her face. "Tell him I say 'suck it'."

Mutely, I typed it in. 

[(Y/n)] 4:54

Suck it -Li

[Joans]  4:54

mY fEeLinGs

The whole street had an eerie familiarity to it, though I know I'd never taken this street before. It made me uneasy. We reached the turn-way. Cassandra started to the left, while I stared down the right, imagining something, something black. 

"(Y/n)?" 

"Go on ahead," I spoke, mouth dry. "I think I need to see something.." 

"Weird thing?" I nodded at her, and Cassandra sighed. 

"At least give me your bags. You’re holding the milk and I'm not letting that spoil." Silently, I held it out to her, then ran off without looking back. 

Something I regretted. 

Smoke flew up, and it clicked where his scene was so familiar. My nightmare. Everything was just like my nightmare. Please, please don't be real. 

I ran passed the civilians, past the heros. How? I don't know, maybe the panic got to them too. And I saw the thing that haunted me. Shigaraki Tomura, running at Midoriya Izuku. 

"I don't immediately think to run in and save someone." 

I ran, my nightmare flashing in my eyes. In the dream, I stood before Midoriya, protecting him as Shigaraki got to me. Maybe he had killed me then, after all his quirk was decay. 

But what if I didn't do what the dream showed? 

I didn't run in between the two, I ran at Shigaraki. He was so focused on Midoriya, and Midoriya on him. A few paces away, his step staggered, realizing I was about to tackle him. 

"(L/n)!?" 

He swung his hand at me, sparring reflexes had me ducking under it and sweeping a leg out under him. He fell, but he grabbed my arm in the process, fabric ripping and falling as my forearm flared in pain. I cried out as Midoriya ripped the man's hand away and pulled me behind him, even with the broken bones and injuries. 

I cradled my arm as Shigaraki got to his feet. 

"Why are you here?" Midoriya whispered harshly at me, keeping his eyes on the villain. 

"Good question," I answered, tears in my eyes at the prickling of pain. I knew the injury was bad. I knew if I didn't get it treated now, it would have permanent damage. Hell, it already has permanent damage. 

"You need to run." 

Honestly, the idea's appealing. But my brain clicked me into the situation. Maybe it could click me out? 

A Nomu attacked us from behind. I didn't see it. I was flung away while it pinned the hero to the ground. Shigaraki stared down at me, lips curled in a sneer as the nightmare remained the same. 

My body paralyzed as his hand came for my face. Midoriya's cries in the background, I could see him sparking green before everything went dark. 

You know the saying: "My life flashed before my eyes"? Well it's true. I thought back of my father, how I wanted to visit his grave at least once. Of my mother, who always believed in me, who was waiting for me. Of Kao and Cassandra, who I never got to say goodbye to.

  And one revelation throughout all of it.

My doctor was wrong. 

I had a quirk. 

And my face felt like flames, I wished I could scream but there was nothing left.

No, there had to be something left. The pain was gone, I was breathing, but I couldn't see anything and I couldn't hear anything besides the soft beeping and murmured voices in the background. 

I was still alive, but what was happening? Did Shigaraki do something to me? Other than decay? Did another hero save me? 

Thoughts started fading, in a panic I tried to pull them back but the words and memories just darkened and faded. Thinking became hard until everything went silent. 

Then there was light, stabbing at my eyes. 

I started crying. 

Words were said, but I couldn’t understand them. 

I blinked (e/c) eyes at the pair above me. 

“(Y/n).” 

Words came. 

Mother 

Father

The dull ache on my face was back, and I cried. 

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I was three. I knew there something different about me, Mom and Father knew it too. They knew it since I started crawling when I was a month old, talking at two and walking at two and a half. I knew it because during my first memory, waking up at my birth, I knew something was missing. 

I knew things, things I shouldn't know. I knew of villain fights before they happened. I knew of heros before they debuted. All signs pointed to a quirk, Mom and Father were convinced I had one, too. But the thought of going to a quirk counselor made me livid. 

Yes, I'm three and I know words like livid. 

Like I said before, I felt something missing. Maybe it has something to do with my dreams, dreams of someone else's life. 

"Mom? Father?" I clambered up onto the couch next to my mother and father. The two were curled up together, just talking amongst each other. 

"Yes, (Y/n)?" Father asked softly, looking past mother to me. 

"I wanna take dance!" Both adults were confused, as if this was an unexpected situation. I mean, I understood that, I had never mentioned anything about dance before. 

"Dance?" Mother echos.

"Mhm," I said. "For balance!" 

Father chuckles, "Sure, kid." 

I beamed up at him as Mom pulled me into her lap. 

Level Three

Dance was easy when you got the hang of it. I didn't understand why my dream-girl wasn't good at balance. It had only taken close to a month for me to learn the basic dance skills, a little longer for the movements to become fluid, even when I wasn't dancing. 

When I get home after dance class, I sit in my room, stretching out my muscles and preforming the actions I'd seen in my dreams. Mirroring sparing with someone, an invisible partner. I would practice shooting with my little nerf gun, and I would go out on runs with my father in the afternoon. 

It was nice, to live like this. 

Level Three

I couldn't hold it off any longer, we went to the quirk councilor at age five. The same thing as in my dreams, the man told me I was Quirkless. 

Mom and Father didn't believe it. They tried explaining that I matured faster than I should. The tried to, but the doctor disputed it. 

"An extra toe-joint proves otherwise." He had said. 

Ridiculous, my mind murmured. 

Level Three

Age five, the house phone rang. It was late, eight o'clock. I had been laying on the couch, refusing the notion of "bed time" when it happened. Mom went to accept the call, a few silent moments in the house. Mom chocked on her words, and suddenly, I knew exactly what this call was about. 

Father had died in a villain attack. 

Level Three

I was eight when my mind reached the end of "dream-girl." I had been in bed, sleeping when I saw the attack in Musutafu. I saw dream-girl run out in front of the wounded boy. Died. I saw dream-girl fight the hand man. She died then too. But I remembered, then. I remembered my memories fading in the darkness. I remembered that those dreams were real, past lives. 

I woke, was I living in some kind of...time loop? 

If I was, I could warn someone about the villain attacks. The USJ, Ingenium, the Hosu attack, the attack on Yuuei's summer camp, All Might's retirement, Overhall...all of it. 

But I didn't want to seem like a crazy, attention seeking child, so I'll wait. I'll wait for one more line-up with my dreams.

I didn't have to wait long, a villain attack happened later that day that I predicted. So that settled it, I was going to report it. 

Level Three

In hindsight, an eight year old trying to explain that the future is bleak to a police receptionist was not a good idea. The man I was trying to talk to just stared down at me with unamused eyes, telling me to stop with the dramatics and to stop being attention seeking. 

"I'm telling you the truth!" I exclaimed, "Can I have someone more competent to talk to?"

"Kid—" The man growls in annoyance before a new voice interrupted. 

"Is there a problem here?" I turned to it. Two men stood next to each other. One was dark haired, professional. The other I recognized somewhere. Took me less than a second to remember where, though. This was Midoriya's dad, from the beach. But he looked healthier, larger and stronger, not like the skeleton he would be around sixish years from now.

"Nope." 

"Yes, there is!" I threw my arms up in indignation. "This man won't take me seriously because I'm a child. What do you all do in situations where a child calls in 'cause their parents are killed? Incompetent!" 

The man glares down at me while the new pair seems surprised at my outburst. Or maybe because the child said 'incompetent'. 

"Now, now, why don't we all calm down." Midoriya's father raised his hands in a placating gesture. "How about you tell us what's wrong and we'll see what we can do?" 

I nodded at him. I trusted Midoriya, so I should trust his father as well. The adults led me away from the incompetent man, off to the side of the station. Again I could tell I wasn't be taken as seriously as an adult or teenager might, but at least they were listening. 

"I'm Tsukauchi Naomasa, and this is my partner Yagi Toshinori." 

I blinked at him, "Yagi? Not Midoriya?" 

The two adults looked at each other. "No, Young..." 

"(L/n) (Y/n)." 

"(L/n). I don't think I've ever met anyone with the Midoriya name." 

Huh, so they weren't parent and son? Geez what were they, then? 

"My mistake." 

Tsukauchi narrowed his eyes, it was only slightly, but I still took notice. "So what's the problem, (L/n)." 

"Nothing yet," I said. "But I've had premonitions in the past, and I think I know something that will be of importance to you." 

"Premonitions?" Tsukauchi questioned. "You're sure it's the future and not dreams?" 

"I'm positive." Tsukauchi nodded at Yagi, and the two decided to move to a more secluded location. I danced on my heals, turning to flip the receptionist off when he looked over. He and Yagi both sputtered at it, but I only grinned, turned, and followed. 

We were in a room now, similar to that of an interrogation room, but it wasn't bleak like it normally would be. Just a simple room with a two couches. Actually, it was more like a therapists office. 

Tsukauchi pulled out a notepad and flipped a few pages in. "Alright, (L/n). What were in your premonitions?" 

"A lot," I amended. "I hope you can write fast. First—there's a League of Villains. It's face is a man named Shigaraki Tomura, his quirk is decay. I don't know how big the League is now, but I know in a few years, five maybe? They'll get strong enough to attack U.A." 

Tsukauchi paused in his notes, looking up for a brief moment before continuing to write. Yagi remained silent as he listened. 

"Shigaraki isn't the leader of the League, though. He's only the face. The leader is this big villain." I tried to think back to the fight between All Might and this villain. "He wore a suit and his mask covered all but his mouth, I think? Don't quite remember, but he was very powerful..." I trailed off when I realized they were both staring at me, eyes wide. Tsukauchi's writing had halted completely. "I don't know his name, it wasn't released to the public. But he was powerful, he matched All Might." 

Yagi murmured something to himself while Tsukauchi motioned for me to continue. 

"Well about a week or so after Yuuei's entrance exam there's a villain attack on the USJ. It was the League's debut. The students of that year were pretty strong so they fought alongside the teachers." I remembered the Sports Festival, how Present Mic addressed Eraserhead as 1-A's teacher. "I think Eraserhead was one of the teachers." 

"No one was seriously injured. During the internships at Yuuei, the League attacked Hosu. Lot of people were injured there, I don't know the casualty report. The Hero Killer was taken into custody though, but that just caused an influx of Villains in the League." 

Only the League's important right now, I thought to myself. Think, what else is incriminating? 

"Their base is a...bar?" I scrunched my nose. "Or is that their hideout...they have a few safe houses, I don't know where the leader resides, but most of the members lodge in their bar. Uhh, they have a warp-gate quirk, Kirogir? No it wasn't that...Kurogiri?" I thought for a few more moments. "That's it." 

The rest wasn't important right now, just deal with the League. That will stop the attacks on Yuuei, it will protect everyone from the fight at the end of the first year. Overhaul and everyone else can wait. 

Tsukauchi places his pencil down, looking up at me as I finished. "(L/n), can you tell me a lie?" Yagi looked at the other, confusion and a mix of surprise.

"A lie?" I asked, matching his gaze as I pondered. Grinning as I said, "Your hair is a marvelous shade of white, good sir." I wasn't sure if he looked relieved or terrified, somewhere between the two actually. "So why did you want me to lie?" 

"My Quirk allows me to detect lies." Tsukauchi amended. "You hadn't lied, so I wanted to make sure my Quirk worked on you." 

"Ah," I guess that made sense, after all, what eight-year old's Quirk is strong enough that they'd have this kind of information? 

"We'll look into this." Tsukauchi said. "Do you have a parent or guardian we could contact to speak with you?" 

"Sure, I don't have a cell phone so our house phone is the best bet. 301-555-6721." I shifted back in my seat on the couch. "My mother's name is (L/n) (M/n), but she doesn't know anything about this. And you already have my name, so is there anything else?" 

"No, thank you (L/n). If you see anything else, please let us know." 

"Of course." I nodded and stood, "I expect the same curtesy though. Well, for all that not-confidential to the informant." I was almost out the door before I looked back at the two. "And Yagi, are you sure you've never met a Midoriya Izuku?" 

"No, Young (L/n). I don't think I have." 

I hummed, "Alright then." 

Switch

"Everything she said was the truth?" Toshinori questioned his partner the moment the eight year old had left the room. His friend was staring at his notes, furrowed brows as he wrote in the name 'Midoriya Izuku?' at the bottom of the page. 

"Yes," Naomasa answered. "She was telling the truth, not once did she lie." 

"Then All for One..." 

"Is getting stronger." Naomasa finished.

Level Three

A few days had gone by, I had yet to get a call back from Tsukauchi and Yagi. I pulled on a jacket as I walked down the stairs, passing my mother. 

"You're going out?" 

"Mhm," I leaned down to fit and tie my shoes. "Morning run. I won't go further than the neighborhood." 

"Be safe," Mom worried, "Look before you cross the street and don't talk to strangers—" 

"Geez, Mom, I'm not a kid. I'll see you later." And I walked out to start my morning jog. Only after I closed the door did I realize that I was eight, not fifteen, therefore I was still a child. 

I ran down the sidewalk, listening to the birds chirping and the occasional car speeding past. I reached the end of the street, turning to my right to run the rest of my route, but when I stepped, my feet didn't come into contact with the ground. 

I only had a split second to look down, seeing a swirling mass of purple below me, before I fell. 

Shit.

I hit the ground fast, dance lessons giving me enough reaction time to twist my foot the second I landed to force myself backwards, landing on by backside rather than face-plant and sprain an ankle. 

My surroundings were like a slap in the face. This was the League's bar. Standing to my right, behind the bar was Kurogiri, his misty form flickering. Shigaraki Tomura, eight years old, sat on a bar seat, a few paces away from the bartender. But I didn't see contempt in his eyes, I saw wariness and distrust. There was only one more person in the room. 

The big man, the leader of the League. He wasn't wearing his face mask, but I could tell it was him. His large stature, his iron-pressed suit, the power radiating from him. 

Double shit. 

"So you're the one who told the officials of us?" He crouched down before me, a pleasant smile on his face, something that a child would trust. But I'm not a normal child, and this man made me want to crawl back in fear. "What's your name, child?" His tone was kind, far far to kind. 

Lie

Don't lie

But mom would be in danger if I do

He already knows, this is a test

True but not: "(Y/n)." 

"Well, (Y/n), I'm All for One. The man over there is Kurogiri, and the boy your age is my son, Tomura." Still, that kindness, it made you want to trust him. Maybe, maybe this wasn't the man who attacked Yuuei, maybe he was just some kind of mistake? 

No! Snap out of it (Y/n)! 

"Sorry to scare you like that, we didn't know how else to talk to you." 

It's a Quirk

Persuasion, maybe? 

Calm down, play along. Be a child. 

"Momma said strangers are bad," I shrunk in on myself, allowing myself to scoot back in fear of the man. 

All for One nodded, "Your mother's right. Strangers are dangerous." A calm smile spread on his face. "But we aren't strangers anymore, after all, you know my name and I know yours." 

"Oh," I blinked at the man, schooling my face into one of childish confusion and curiosity. "No stranger danger?" 

"No danger," All for One nodded. "The floors dirty, child, would you like me to help you up?" 

"No, no!" I exclaimed, pulling myself to my feet and grinned, "I'm a big kid, I can do it!" 

"You are a big girl," He agreed. "How about you sit down at the bar?" 

...Is he believing this? This whole situation didn't make sense. This man kidnapped me and is using his Quirk on me, not to mention, he's cunning, yet he doesn't notice I'm being completely fake? 

"Okay!" I clamored up onto the seat next to Shigaraki—to Tomura—even though all my body was telling me to get the hell away from him. I started kicking my feet back in forth. "Hi!" 

 My killer just...stared. He subtly slid his hands on the counter, away from me. I blinked at the action, well that was...somewhat comforting? 

"Come now, Tomura, don't be rude to our guest." 

You mean kidnapped victim. 

Tomura scrunched his nose up, "...Hi."   

And I beamed, "You're Tomi, right? What do you like to do? Where do you go to school? How come I haven't seen you before?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could All for One's lips curl in a smirk. It was just for a second, and disappeared quickly after. 

Tomura frowned, but it wasn't necessarily from annoyance or disappointment. More like a gesture of being uncomfortable. My smile dropped as he didn't answer. 

"So, (Y/n)." All for One spoke, and I turned my attention to him, tilting my tiny head. "How did you find out about us, I'm quite curious.”

Speak truth, do it in child dialect. 

"My Quirk!" I exclaimed, pulling back my grin from moments ago. "I saw Alloe," I pointed at All for One as I said the name. "Misty!" Then to Kurogiri, the man hadn't said a single word, but was watching. "And Tomi!" 

I smothered back my laughter at the fact that I called the leader of Villains "Alloe." But I couldn't smother it completely, so I masked it as childish giggles.

"You saw us?" All for One questioned, curiosity in his voice.

"Mhm!" I nodded vigorously before I continued somber, "But I no remember now." 

"You don't remember? Is that part of your Quirk, to forget?" 

"Doctor said I'm Quirkless," I frowned. "No one believes my Quirk. But I saw you!" 

"Child, I believe you." 

This is supposed to warrant a reaction right? A child that hadn't been believed in for eight years, the first shred of light. I can't just stare blank faced when that's my "situation." 

So I pulled up memories of my father, memories of the pain Shigaraki's Quirk put me through, and I cried. "T-thank you, S-sir!" 

I'll be honest, I really wanted to say "Alloe" again, but there was no way I could maintain my tears when that nickname is just so amusing.

Chapter Text

Naomasa and Toshinori stood before an apartment door, having just gotten out of the police officer’s car. Naomasa checked his notes once more before knocking on the door. The two didn’t have to wait very long before a small woman opened the door. 

She blinked green eyes at them, “Hello, how can I help you?” 

“Hello, Miss Midoriya, right?” The woman narrowed her eyes but nodded her head. 

“Yes, that’s me.” Truth. 

“My name is Tsukauchi Naomasa, and this is my partner, Yagi Toshinori. We wanted to ask you and your son a few questions about a case.” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened in surprise, but the woman nodded. “Of course, come in, come in.” The partners stepped into the threshold and closed the door behind them. 

“Please, call me Inko. And would you like any tea?” 

“No thank you, Miss Inko.” 

“You can take a seat, I’ll call Izuku down.” The two nodded to her, moving to take a seat on the couch. 

“Did you recognize her at all?” Naomasa questioned his friend after the woman left. Toshinori stared after her, confused. 

“No, I haven’t.” 

“Maybe you’ll recognize Midoriya Izuku then?” Both adults were confused about the boy’s relation to the proclaimed League of Villains, (Y/n), and Toshinori. After all, Naomasa knew (Y/n)’s confusion was genuine as she asked if Toshinori knew the family, and even thought he was part of it.

Midoriya Inko returned, her son at her side. Naomasa glanced at his friend, but he still saw no recognition in his eyes. 

“So what was this about a case?” Inko questioned as she sat down on an armchair, her son clambering up beside her. “And what does it have to do with Izuku and I?” 

“We only had a few questions for the both of you,” Naomasa explained. 

“A situation was recently brought to our attention,” Toshinori said, the first words he had spoken to the Midoriya’s. “The one who informed us mentioned Young Midoriya’s name.” 

The child blinked at the two in confusion, “M-me? Wh-why me?” 

“That’s what we’d like to find out.” Naomasa started. “Do either of you know someone by the name of (L/n) (Y/n)?” 

“No, I don’t believe I have. Izuku?” The boy shook his head. Both were the truth. All the more confusing.

“How about the name Shigaraki?” They got the same answers. Naomasa questioned them if they had known any villains personally, Inko denied while Midoriya seemed miffed and strongly denied. 

With all their questions asked, the two bid the family farewell and left the apartment. 

“We should contact Young (L/n) soon.” Toshinori said as the two got into Naomasa’s car. Naomasa nodded and clicked on his Bluetooth. 

Level Three

Switch

(M/n) paced around the living room when the clock ticked to eight o'seven. Her daughter had been gone for over an hour and she was worried. The woman glanced out the window, a jogger ran by but still no sign of her child. 

She pulled on a jacket and fitted her boots to go outside when the phone rang, chiming throughout the house. The woman would have completely ignored the phone if she hadn't seen the caller I.D, to which she immediately snatched it from the holster and accepted the call. 

"Hello?" 

"Hello, is this Miss (L/n) (M/n)?" The voice was male, and (M/n) didn't recognize it. But the call was rung from a registered police number. 

"Yes, who are you? Why are you calling?" Please be it that (Y/n) is there, that she's not hurt. The last time (M/n) had gotten a phone call from the police was when her husband had died, and she feared the same would happen to her daughter. 

"Ah, pardon me. My name is Tsukauchi Naomasa. I'm calling to talk to (L/n) (Y/n) about a case, do you know if she can talk?" A case? What had (Y/n) done to get into police contact, and that related to a case? But that also told (M/n) that (Y/n) was not, in fact, with the police, making her worry grow. 

"(Y/n) isn't here." (M/n) swallowed the lump on her throat. "She went out for a run an hour ago and hasn't come back. She's never been out for runs this long." (M/n) looked out the window again. 

There were a few murmurs on the other end. "Do you think something could have happened to her?" 

"I don't know," (M/n) answered. 

"Would it be alright if we came over to help?" Tsukauchi questioned, and (M/n) didn't overlook that he said 'we'. 

"Please."

Level Three

"Tomura, how about you go play with our guest?" All for One addressed his son, and I turned reddened eyes to him. The child looked like he wanted nothing to do with me, but nodded anyway. 

"Yes, Sen—Dad." Tomura pushed himself off the bar stool and walked up the stairs of the bar. I watched his retreating back before turning back to All for One and Kurogiri. All for One nodded to me, and I jumped off my seat. 

I ran up the stairs, calling over my shoulder: "Bye, Alloe! Misty!" 

"Have fun, child." 

The second floor of the bar was not what I expected it to be. It was a long, narrow hallway with around four doors on each side. All the rooms were closed completely except one, opened a crack with light flowing through. 

Guessing that was the correct door, I skipped over to it and pushed it open, revealing what I assumed to be Shigaraki Tomura's room. One side of the room was filled with electronic, game consoles, controllers, and shelves of games. The other half of the room had a single bed. 

Tomura was collapsed on a beanbag before the television, an Xbox controller in his hands, pinkies pointed up. I pulled another beanbag over and fell forward on it, laying on the floor. 

"What're we playing?" 

"Ceno VI." I had played that game before, during both of my previous lives. It was a one to four player game where the player was an adventurer in a non-Quirk world, traveling around killing monsters and completing requests. 

"Cool!" I reached for one of the controllers resting on the carpet and clicked it on. The flatscreen television cut in half vertically, Tomura's already-playing side on the right while my start-up screen on left. 

I started creating my character, the abilities I wanted and the fighting skills I thought best. Tomura was fighting another online player, he seemed to be a tactician-fighter type, so I chose a magician-fighter type. Tomura paused for a second, probably looking at my side of the screen before he continued his fight. 

I made my way through the opening scenes and early game conversations before the game allowed me to play on my own. Taking a glance at Tomura's side, I saw he was in Chi Valley, probably on a side-quest. It surprised me that he had held off on the main quests till I was in game. 

Quickly, I moved my character to access a trod to take me to Chi Valley. 

"Level up first," Tomura objected as he clicked a few combos on his controller to defeat a goblin. 

"Don't need to," I answered honestly. This was one of my favorite games to play with Cassandra—Li: we don't know each other now.  So I was able to play even the hardest quest only on level four. A measly side quest on level one shouldn't be too difficult, especially with a magician-fighter type. 

Tomura huffed, "Not my problem if you die." 

"Oh, don't worry," I chuckled, mood darkening for a few seconds. "I don't plan on dying anytime soon." 

Tomura side-eyed me in skepticism before turning back to the game. I tuned out his reaction as I made my way through the valley, using my beginners sword and the pro-combos I knew at such fast speeds it probably looked like I was button mashing. 

By the time I actually caught up to Tomura (he refused to slow down for me, the brat.) I was at level eighteen with a mid-tier steel sword, level four fire spells and level six healing spells.  

We completed the side quest together, him reciting orders and fighting on the front lines, while I healed him and fought alongside him. I hadn't expected us to work so well with each other, matching like a well-oiled machine. 

"You're not bad." He sounded surprised at that. 

I nodded as I bought a new spell book to learn at some point. "I've played Ceno a lot. Know a bunch of stuff." 

Tomura hummed as he pulled up the quest book and read the side-quests and next main quest we could do. I pushed myself up on my arms to look out the window behind Tomura, the bright sky made me remember where I was before he whole kidnapping situation. 

"Ah, Tomi?" I questioned and he side-eyed me, like he normally does. Probably something he did so he would always stay focused on the game. "What time is it?" 

Tomura clicked the center button on the control, freezing Ceno VI and opening up the console menu. "Eleven o'six." 

Eleven o'clock. I left the house for my run at seven. I'd been away for five hours, God, Mom must have been freaking out. 

I cringed, "I have to get home." 

"Are you coming back?" I blinked at him, slightly confused. Now thinking about it, I had just been gaming with my killer, and enjoying it. And the worst thing about it, I wanted to hate him for killing me twice, but this kid before me didn't seem like he wanted to kill someone. He didn't act like the murder that killed me, that attacked Yuuei multiple times. Right now, it seemed like what he wanted was a friend. 

"I..." Did I really want to come back to a home of Villains? To All for One, and the kid who would try and murder others? I looked back at Tomura, his face impassive but his eyes narrowed. He was just a kid now, I told myself. If I stay, I can get information to Tsukauchi and Yagi. If I stay... maybe I can change things. "Yeah...of course I'll be back!" 

A small smile grew on his face, and the danger accompanying the situation seemed worth it. 

Level Three

When Tomura and I came back down to the bar, it wasn't just Kurogiri who was there. Around five other villains sat at the tables, conversing with each other as the TV blared on about a hero-villian fight down town. I didn't know whether or not to feel relieved that All for One wasn't there. 

"Kurogiri," Tomura said to the mist-man as he approached the bar. The man looked up as he came. 

"What do you need, Shigaraki Tomura?" 

"(Y/n) wants to go home." The mist turned yellow eyes to me, and I chanted in my head to act childish. 

I bobbed my head a few times, "Mommy's worried. Can I go home, Misty?" 

"...Of course." It was obvious Kurogiri seemed hesitant. After all, All for One probably asked for him to bring me here, and he didn't have permission to take me back. "I'll bring you home Miss (Y/n)." 

"Yay!" I cheered. "Bye, Tomi! Say hi to Alloe for me!" 

"Bye." 

And Kurogiri opened up a portal before me. I jumped in without a second thought. Not for once coming to the realization that I had forgotten to mask my intelligence around Tomura.

Chapter Text

My feet touched down on the pavement a moment after Kurogiri's portal disappeared. Taking a look around, I was at the exact same place he'd taken me from this morning, which meant that at least I'd be able to finish my jog. 

When I'd arrived home, there was a police car in the driveway, making unease pile in my stomach. Of course Mom called the authorities, it was just like a worried parent. I was more surprised that her car was still in the driveway and not out patrolling the streets. 

I slipped my key from my pocket and clicked the door unlocked, sliding it open to look inside. I heard voices from the living room, my moms frantic voice one of them. 

Oh this would be fun...

Taking a breath, I called out, “I’m home!” 

“(Y/n)!” My mom called out, at the door in an instant, throwing her arms over me. “Where have you been!” 

I opened my mouth, a lie on the tip of my tongue before two more figures came into view. Tsukauchi Naomasa and Yagi Toshinori. Swallowing the lie, I spoke. “Sorry, Mom. I saw someone I knew when I was out jogging.” My good friend, the portal. “And I was at their house for a bit.” A bar could be a house if people lived in it, right? “I didn’t think I would be there for so long.” 

Mom pulled away, holding me at arms length to stare at me. I could see the barley concealed worry and relief in her eyes, now a hint of anger. “And you didn’t think to call me?” 

I winced, “They didn’t have a phone.” Well, I didn’t see one. I looked over her shoulder at the officers, Tsukauchi was talking into his phone while glancing over to me, I heard him say something about a search over my mom’s worried rant. 

“Mom, I’m fine.” I told her. “Detective Tsukauchi, Yagi, what are you two doing here?” 

“We wanted to see if you had anything new to add to the case,” Yagi spoke hesitantly, “But when we called Miss (L/n) was worried about your disappearance.” 

“And I had a right to be!” Mom exclaimed. “(L/n) (Y/n), you’re grounded.” 

Ouch, really should have expected that. 

“...Fun.” I sighed, then turned to the detectives, Tsukauchi having just hung up his phone. I should have told them about how I was actually at the League’s bar, but Mom would loose her shit. There was also another thing that just came to mind, how had the League known I went to the police? Had they somehow found out when the police started looking into them...or is it that they have someone undercover in the station? 

...I shouldn’t tell them yet, I’m the off-chance there is someone from the League in the police circuit. 

“No,” I said, how should I word this to the human lie-detector? “I haven’t had anymore...premonitions.”

“Premonitions?” Mom narrowed her eyes at me. “What premonitions?” 

“Mom, come on.” I sighed at the women, as if I was somehow older than her. Well, in all my loops combined I was thirty eight so I was close to her age. “We both know the specialist was wrong.” 

We all had known three years ago that I did have a Quirk, no matter what the specialist said. I had just never specifically mentioned to her I had dreams of the future—of past futures, alternative futures.

“Honey...” 

“I’m going upstairs.” I slipped past her, walking up the stairs to my room and shutting the door behind me. 

My room was much larger than a normal kid my age, for two reasons. One being that my room was the majority of the attic. The second being that Mom and Father expected to have another child a few years after me...but that was well, before Father died. 

And while Father was still alive, we modified the room together. We added shelves onto my side, which I put my nerf guns on. We had racks to hold my dance class things—such as shoes, uniform and practice clothes. But the best thing we added? It was these five bars we attached about a two yards from the ceiling (the room is very high). The bars made a square shape along the walls, a few feet away from each wall, and one diagonal bar between two of the corners. 

It was something Father thought would be fun, and I thought it was great practice for balance. Mom nearly lost her mind when she came home to Father and I walking on the bars yards above the floor of my room. Father and I only laughed at her worried cries to get down, almost falling off ourselves. 

I took off my hoodie, laying it on my desk chair before jumping up, grabbing the top of the window’s curtain rack and pushing myself off the wall to grasp the circular bar. I swung myself up, hauling my feet onto the bar and walking along the diagonal beam.

I had always done this when I needed to cool my head, the feeling that I was high in the air, only my own strength supporting me was thrilling and somehow, comforting. 

I let my thoughts drift, what had happened today. All for One, Kurogiri, Shigaraki...How was I going to deal with all of that? How was I going to deal with my promise to—my promise! Shit! I’d said I’d come back but I had no idea where the bar was, and I didn’t have anyway to contact them. 

I’d literally set myself up to break that promise. 

Smacking myself in the face, I paced around on the bars when there was a knock on the door. Probably Mom, considering that she never liked to leave us on bad terms, mad or not. 

“Come in,” I said as I jumped from one beam to another, shifting my weight as I landed on the fronts of my feet. 

“Young (L/n)?” Oh, not Mom then. I looked down at Yagi, stifling a laugh. The man looked so confused, glancing around the apparently empty room. 

“Up here, Yagi.” I jumped onto the diagonal bar, spinning on one foot and dropping into a controlled fall to sit on it. 

Yagi looked up at me and sputtered, “W-what are you...Young (L/n) that’s not safe!” 

“Oh, please don’t pull a Mom on me,” I leaned forward, cupping my chin with both hands as I stared down at him. “Do you really think I’d be up here if I didn’t know common safety?” 

“Common safety is to not even be up there.” 

I shrugged, “So, what’cha need, Yagi?” 

“I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Yagi said, looking back at the door before tilting his head up at me. “Could you come down..?”

“...Fine.” I shifted to my side, placing my hands on he bar and hooking my foot, then I let myself fall. Gravity yanked at me, but my leg slowed it. I unhooked my leg and used my arms to swing myself down, landing on the floor in a crouch. 

I heard the man muttering under his breath that that wasn’t safe either. 

“And yes, I’m fine.” Honestly, getting off with a grounding from my mother was much better than death by League. “And about the case, you probably shouldn’t call me for updates, I’ll come to you if I have any.” I stood from the floor to sit on my bed. “I’ve already told you all I believe my promotions can tell.” 

Level Three

I stood in the dance studio with the other members of my class. The majority of the girls were chatting together, talking about their school activities while the boys started showing off their “new moves” to their friends. (Most of it was breakdancing.) There hadn’t been many occasions when our instructor was absent for the first few minutes of class, but we’d all come to learn that it normally meant a new student. So when the clock clicked to three minutes after the start of class, everyone began talking excitedly, who would be joining? 

I stood off from a group of boys when the instructor, Kir Sharan entered the studio, at her side was a girl bouncing excitedly. Her pink skin and hair and obvious reflection of her quirk, and her horns reminding me of Kao—Joans. 

“Everyone, this is Mina Ashido, she’ll be joining our class starting today.” 

“Hi!” Mina greeted with a wide grin, to which many of the other students spoke out their own greetings and names. 

“Alright,” Miss Kir clapped her hands. “Let’s start class.” 

Level Three

The end of class came quickly, students parents coming to pick them up. Mina had been surrounded by a group of kids the majority of the time, chatting away happily as they completed the exercises. I took a glance at the clock, reading five o’eight. Mom was late. 

“Hi! (L/n) (Y/n), right?” I tilted my head to the voice, Mina Ashido standing behind me, hands clasped behind her back with a wide grin and shinning eyes. 

“Yes..?” How she had gotten my name, I didn’t exactly know. Maybe she had asked one of the other students or her Quirk somehow gave information to her. “Mina, right?” 

She nodded her head frantically, “Yep! I saw you don’t really play with the other kids, why’s that?” 

I used to, but that was before I reached the end of “dream-girl,” and it hurt to remember Joans and Li, my best friends, and how they would never remember me. I didn’t really want to become close with someone else, just to end up the same with them. 

Did I expect to die in this life too? 

A week ago: No. 

After becoming aware the League knew of me: Yes. 

“Don’t see the point,” I answered, looking back at the clock. 

“Aw, that’s no fun.” The girl was pouting. “There’s always a point to having friends! I’ll show you!” 

Stop. I don’t want to have someone become like Li and Joans. 

“(Y/n), I’m sorry honey, I’m here now.” 

Thank God. 

I went after Mom, leaving Mina Ashido behind and feeling like a complete ass afterward. 

Level Three

School was boring, I knew all the topics, all the students, the teachers and the activities. So very boring. Worthless lessons. I’d sleep through classes, angering my teachers that I’d still be ace’ing the class. 

I packed my bags up at the end of the day, walking out of the school, past the courtyard. I stared blankly at the side, wondering how many more times I’d go through this life when I walked past the gates. 

“(Y/n)?” I paused, blinked, and looked over. The voice had come from a figure in a dark hoodie, probably my age, probably not from the school either; considering he had no bag. Wait—

I narrowed my eyes at the dark red orbs under the hood. “...Tomi?” 

Chapter Text

Shigaraki Tomura was not one to pretend to be someone he's not, which was why he was not a fan of Sensei's idea. 

It had been a normal day in the League—playing video games in his room, going down to the bar to meet with Kurogiri, watch the local villains scoff and make fun of the heros on the television. Only that it wasn't a normal day. When he got down the steps, Sensei was there. Sensei was never home during the morning and early afternoon, he was always out fighting heros. Ugh, heros, the word shouldn't exist.

Sensei had been with Kurogiri, both talking together. Kurogiri seemed concerned, worried even. But Sensei, Sensei just had that smile on his face, excited about something. 

"Sensei?" Tomura questioned after a few seconds of observation. The two villains turned to him, Sensei's smile delighted. 

"Tomura!" Sensei called, "Come here!" 

Tomura followed the order, walking over to his Sensei and questioned what was happening. 

"The civilian has reported us to the authorities," Kurogiri spoke softly. 

"Ah, but that's not the important detail!" Sensei exclaimed. "It's the one who did the reporting! A little child's Quirk informed them, premonition! What a lovely quirk..." 

"I don't understand, Sensei." Tomura spoke, confused. Yes, he knew his Sensei had the power to take quirks, and premonition would be a great addition. But why was it so important that the informant was a child? 

"I would like the child to be brought here." The statement was directed at Kurogiri. "We might be able to convince her to join us." 

Level Three

When Sensei said they were a kid, Tomura was not expecting them to be three things. One, his age. Two, a girl. Three, a little girl cowering before Sensei. Sensei is not scary! 

What surprised him was the child taking a complete 180, three times. When Kurogiri summoned the girl, he saw a flash of annoyance in her eyes, quickly turned to cold calculation as she hit the ground. But when she looked up at Sensei, her personality flipped to childish fear. The last 180? When a few simple words were said, she started acting like a five year old! 

Was this really the informant? The one with the premonition quirk? It seemed laughable. 

Level Three

Tomura should have expected it with the girl's flip personality. He realized it when they were playing Ceno VI together. The game had just been released a few days ago, but the girl had already known what most pro-gamers hadn't yet. She acted older than she was, her five-year-old talk was more of a teenagers during the game; more like his own. 

It hit him half way though one of the quests. The girl was faking around Sensei and Kurogiri. It was fascinating, the idea of how she so quickly flipped a switch and had Sensei and Kurogiri wrapped around her finger. Fascinating and dangerous. 

She had announced she needed to go home, and Tomura didn't know what came over him when he asked her if she would return. Maybe she had him wrapped around her finger too...he squashed that idea. He was no one's puppet. 

He was pleasantly surprised when she said yes. Amused when her switch flipped again to Kurogiri. 

He was curious. 

Level Three

It had been a week, (Y/n) hadn't come back. Sensei was patient, Kurogiri was worried, the other villains didn't give a single care. He asked Kurogiri to take him to her school, knowing that the mist-man already had a file on the child. 

Kurogiri was reluctant to agree.

That's how he found himself standing at the gates of an elementary, bored out of his mind when the bell rang. Watching the students pass under his hood, he waited until he saw the girl's (h/c) hair. 

"(Y/n)?" The girl hesitated, seemingly confused as she looked over at him. Her expression not one of faked childishness, but of cold calculation. 

"...Tomi?" So she did recognize him under his hood. Tomura ignored the other kids that looked over at (Y/n) and him, whispering. (Y/n) did pay attention to them, though, annoyance swimming in her eyes as she approached Tomura. "Let's go!" 

...Fake childishness. 

Tomura turned and walked down the sidewalk, hearing her footfalls follow him. 

"Did you come here to pick me up?" (Y/n) fell into step beside him, grinning widely. "That's so sweet! I'm sorry about not meeting you for the last week though." 

...What?

"It slipped my mind that I don't know where you all are." She frowned. "I had no way to contact you all..." 

Actually, that slipped his mind as well. He hadn't known she had no way to contact them. It appeared that Kurogiri and Sensei didn't know either. 

"We can fix that," He said.

"You're not mad?" 

"No." 

..."Yay!" 

He had a feeling he should tell her he knew she was faking. So she would stop with the act, and it would be amusing to see her reaction to it. But he pushed that aside for later, to see when she'd find out on her own or for when he figured out why exactly she was acting. 

An interesting little side quest... 

Level Three

Of all the things to happen, seeing Shigaraki Tomura appear at my school was not what I had expected. Especially on one of my dance class days. 

"What do you want to do?" It wasn't a matter of what I wanted to do, but what I had to do. And I had to go home now and get my things before heading off to dance class, and I doubted Mom would let me out of her sight long enough to do much anything else. 

"I have dance," I said as I jumped over a crack in the sidewalk. "Wanna come?" Why brain to mouth filter, why? 

"...You take dance?" 

"Mhm," I bobbed my head. "It's fun!" 

Tomura looked at me for a moment before turning back to the sidewalk. "Sure." 

Holy crap, he agreed? Is this really the kid who killed me twice? 

"Yay! Come on!" I grabbed his wrist like an excited child, and I was very careful in the fact that it was his wrist I was grabbing and not his hand. The second I touched him, he wrenched out of my grip, pulling away and holding his hands to his chest, eyes terrified. 

He took a shuddering breath as I blinked. "Don't do that." 

"Do what?" Genuinely confused, I tilted my head; stopping in my tracks. "Touch you?" 

He nodded, "I could kill you." Ha, the irony.

"Could." I said, raising a finger. "Most Quirks can kill, but you can find ways around it." 

Tomura's eyes narrowed, "No, I mean I've already killed someone." 

The words died on the top of my tongue, he had? He's already killed someone when he's eight? No, hang on, why is this surprising? 

"So, hang on," I clasped my hands behind my back and started to slowly walk backwards a few steps, giving a motion for him to follow. "You've killed someone, it has something to do with touch, and you're...afraid it'll happen to someone else?" 

Tomura's eyes flashed when I insinuated he was afraid. "I'm not afraid of killing someone." 

I furrowed my brows, "You looked scared when I touched you." 

"No, I didn't." 

"Tomi, I'm not scared of your Quirk." 

"You don't know my Quirk." 

I sighed before tapping the side of my head, and stopping before my house. "I've seen your Quirk, Tomi." His eyes wide as I turned and walked up the driveway. Calling: "I'll be back!" Before entering the house. 

Quickly but quietly, I snuck up the stairs to grab my dance back before sneaking back down, avoiding anything that could lead to Mom catching me. Shouldering my bag, I opened the door again and locked it behind me, making my way to Tomura again. 

He was silent the whole trip, didn't say a word and his expression didn't give off much. I wondered if I went too far or I'd let something slip. Tomura did know of my Quirk, didn't he? 

When we reached the dance studio, I told Miss Kir I had a friend with me and directed Tomura to the main room, before changing in the changing rooms and locking my bag in my locker. 

I walked into the main room to see the students already there, talking in hushed whispers about the new kid. The "new kid" who was sitting against the wall with his knees up and his arms resting on his knees, looking bored as can be. 

I walked by him as Miss Kir started to address the class, coming just close enough to reach my hand out and ruffle his blue hair. The boy startled, before looking up at me with a heated glare. I spun on my feet, raising my hands with a grin. 

"See? Not hurt." And I spun around again to face the teacher. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mina Ashido, eyes sparkling and I held back a groan. 

We went over the normal activities, stretching, basic movements and then rotating activities ranging from using the bars to freestyle and partner work. 

I stood on one of the beams, a few yards from the bars. At home I couldn't really afford to be reckless since the bars were so thin and high, but on a balance beam I could just screw around and I loved it. I practiced cartwheeling on the beam and roundoffs, doing my own little dance on the narrow equipment. 

"Wow, that's so cool! Can you teach me?" I nearly butchered my cartwheel at that, startling so bad I nearly fell off he damn beam. When I got my feet down under me, I looked at the offender. Mina Ashido. 

"Rule one: don't scare the shit out of people who are doing a somersault." 

The pink girl blinked, "I never thought you would be someone to curse!" And of course she didn't even acknowledge the bite in my sentence. 

I narrowed my eyes at her, "I normally don't." And that was true, normally I didn't curse aloud unless it was a really bad situation or I was surprised. Cursing was more of Li's thing anyway. 

"How long have you been taking dance?" 

"Why do you care?" The girl just kept grinning widely, not deterred for a moment. If this is how I was acting to Tomura I would apologize to him cause this is damn annoying. "Around three years." 

"That's so cool!" Mina clapped her hands together, a glint in her eyes. "Can you teach me a few moves?" 

I narrowed my eyes, almost glaring at her, ready to decline when I realized Tomura was still there and most likely watching. It wouldn't be a good idea to act so blatantly like an asshole in front of someone I was trying to play overexcited kid with. 

I took a small breath, "Fine." 

Mina's grin widened as I hopped of the beam, "Yay!" 

Level Three

How did the little teaching session go? Well, let's just say I attempted to teach the girl to cartwheel. She was able to do it in the end, but that didn't stop her from falling flat on her back multiple times. 

Tomura and I were standing outside the dance building, the sky starting to dim with time. Tomura was messaging Kurogiri to pick him up, having been out of the bar too long and All for One would need him soon. Tomura gave me  his number so I could message him when I wanted to come over. (I assumed he didn't trust me with the League's address.) 

I saved the contact as Kurogiri's portal opened up before us and bid him farewell and going home. 

Level Three

It had been a few days since I last saw Tomura, and my grounding had been lifted so I decided now would be a good time to stop by. I told Mom I would be out for a few hours, grabbed by phone and left. 

12:32 [(Y/n)] 

Hiiiiiiii

[Tomi] 12:33

What do you want?

12:33 [(Y/n)]

Can I come over :D

[Tomi] 12:34

Now?

12:34 [(Y/n)]

👍 :DDD

[Tomi] 12:35

...

[Tomi] 12:35

Fine

12:36 [(Y/n)]

<Location Sent> 

It didn't take long for the swirling mist portal to open, and I hopped inside, landing in the bar. 

"Don't be so dramatic, just walk in." Tomura rolled his eyes and I grinned at him. 

"Hi, Tomi! Misty!" I turned to greet the two when I noticed another in the room, just like my first visit to the League. I squashed down my fear, "Hi, Alloe!"

"Hello, child." All for One smiled down at me, my mind screaming about his persuasion quirk. "It's wonderful to see you again. How are you?" 

"Great! I missed you!" I so did not.

But All for One just kept smiling. "I missed you too, child." 

"Hey, (Y/n)," All for One blinked at his son as I turned my head to him and hummed. "What is your Quirk? Precognition, right? How does it work?" 

I saw All for One's eyes glint for a moment and I realized Tomura was fishing for answers to the man's questions. I had to be careful here. 

"Yeah! Pre...precog...Future-Sight!" I nodded at him with a grin as I poured my act out. "I see flashes of the future! But I don't remember them for long." 

"Interesting," All for One spoke, rubbing his chin. "So you see the future but it doesn't last long?" 

"Yeah!" I turned back to Tomura and tugged on his sleeve, "Can we play?" 

Tomura narrowed his eyes at my hand, and I remembered our conversation of how he didn't want me to touch him. Oops, too bad. He turned his eyes to the Villain, who nodded. 

"Have fun." 

I grinned back and pulled Tomura to his room by his sleeve, careful not to touch him in any other way. When we were upstairs, Tomura pulled his arm away and I pouted. 

Level Three

"Congratulations, you died." I resisted the urge to smack his sarcastic face, staring at the ‘Game Over’ half screen on the television. A blaring contrast to Tomura’s screen and healthy not dead character. 

"Quit it with the sarcasm." I hissed at him.

"I told you, you would." That he did, but that was obvious wasn’t it? He decided to take a level forty quest while he was on thirty two and I was on twenty one. Little bastard planned this. 

"You see how it says 'Game Over', right?" I pointed at the screen and he raised an eyebrow at me for pointing out the obvious. "Tell me, what's so important about a game over when there's a restart button right below it?"

Tomura looked at me dead in the eyes, “There’s no reason for a restart button if you hadn’t died in the first place.” 

Level Three

I’d come around to the League a lot. I would find myself asking Kurogiri for transportation every few days, sometimes back to back. I’d stopped really caring All for One was there, sure, the man obviously had plans for me. I wasn’t dumb. But he hadn’t done anything to specifically harm me, just light conversations while I played with Tomura. I swear we’d almost gone completely through his game collection and that’s saying something. 

Kurogiri had gotten used to me coming around, and stopped acting hesitant around me. He actually started Mother-hen’ing me like he does Tomura. 

I hadn’t contacted Yagi or Tsukauchi, I didn’t have anything else to tell them and they didn’t really seem to be getting anywhere. 

I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. 

There was one tiny thing about the League that terrified me at the moment, and that was that a few scientists and All for One had created their first Nomu. Tomura loved it but it scared me. And that was because I knew the future was starting to fall into place. 

But I wasn’t just frightened, I also had some sort of...anticipation. What would happen this time? How has my influence affected the future? I was intrigued. 

Level Three

What are my reasons to hate Nomus? Oh this is an easy list.

1. They’re powerful as shit.

2. They don’t have minds of their own.

3. All for One killed people to make them. 

4. Tomura was having a blast with them

5. Tomura’s insane (oops that doesn’t relate to Nomus, but you know what? It’s true so it’s staying.) 

6. This situation. 

I was in the room next to the Nomus, doing my homework, Tomura was in the Nomu room “playing” when I heard shouts. I dropped my notebook and ran into the room, knowing Tomura’s voice well enough by now to know it was him yelling. 

Absolute fucking chaos. 

The Nomu was running around, rampaging as it slammed into work counters and machines. Tomura was yelling at it to stop and calm down but I guess with the fear in his voice the Nomu didn’t consider it a command. 

The Nomu’s eyes turned to me, and it ran.

“(Y/n)!” Tomura’s eyes filled with genuine fear that I’d only seen once, the day he thought I’d grabbed his hand. I saw the massive black body of the Nomu rushing at me and fear built in my veins. 

My first thought: Are you fucking kidding me? 

My second: I fucking told you so, Tomi

Third: Why the fuck am I still standing still? 

“Nomu, stop!” It didn’t, it raised it’s massive fist at me. I would be crushed if it hit me. 

Fuck you, I’m not dying yet. 

I ducked under it’s swing, Tomura grabbed the Nomu’s arm with both hands, fully. The creature screamed in pain as it swung it’s arm back to knock Tomura off it. The eight year old was flung back, falling to the floor with a wince of pain before clambering back up. 

“Nomu, stop it!” 

The creature turned blank eyes to him, both of us stared, fearful. I crept around the creature to get to Tomura, but the Nomu saw me and charged, swung again. 

And missed.

Well it missed me, but not the tank behind me. It shattered, glass cascading down on me. 

“NOMU.” The creature halted, and I looked past my (h/c) to see him seething at the creature, eyes filled with hatred. “GO.” He pointed to the crate on the side of the room. The dark creature mutely obeyed, the second it was fully in the crate it deactivated. 

Tomura exhaled and ran to me, kneeling down at my side. “Are you alright? Did it hurt you?” 

I was shaking, not from fear or rage but complete and under annoyance. “Fucking Christ, Tomi! Keep a goddamn leash on your toys!” 

Tomura froze, stared at me with eyes full of surprise and I realized I’d totally just dropped the childish act. And cursed out the fucking son of the leader of Villains. Fucking shit on a stick. 

But Tomura just started laughing, wrapping his arms around his stomach and doubling over. 

I was so confused. 

The boy wiped the tears from his eyes, a large smile on his face had me shocked. He’d never gave a completely genuine grin in all our time together, only small smiles. 

“It’s good to know you’re alright.” His voice full of mirth. 

Level Three

Tomura and I sat at one of the bar booths, watching a hero and villain analysis show on the television while sipping drinks from the bar, (No alcohol, Kurogiri would never allow that) when a man appeared in the center of the bar. This happened often, so Tomura and I didn’t pay much mind until we heard a gasp from the mist-man. 

“Sir, what happened to you!?” 

Tomura and I looked over and froze. Tomura’s eyes widened in horror at the state of his Sensei, I was terrified, and an overwhelming amount of worry ran through me for both All for One and Tomura. 

All for One was covered in blood, parts of his face were missing, his arms had hairline fractures and broken tendons. At least three ribs were broken and it was a wonder he was still standing. 

A wonder he was still alive. 

“SENSEI!” Tomura shot up from the booth and ran to his mentor, dropping down beside him as the man collapsed to his knees. 

I shot up as well, medical training from dream-girl spurring me into leadership. “Do we have a doctor? Someone who can help him?” 

“Already contacting them,” Kurogiri’s usually calm voice was frantic as his phone rung in his misty hand. 

“Sensei, sensei you’ll be alright, please.” 

“Alloe,” I knelt before him. “All for One, I want you to focus on staying conscious for me, alright?” The man’s head tilted towards me and he wheezed, coughing up blood. “Listen to my voice, Sensei, listen to Tomura’s voice. Stay awake, alright? Help will be here soon.” 

Minutes ticked by and Kurogiri finally got ahold of the doctor. All for One’s breathing was shallow, it was a bad sign. I continued to talk to him, coaching him through, Tomura kept telling him to stay awake, to stay with us. 

Kurogiri finally warped the doctor here, and the man gasped at the wounds. 

“Save him!” Tomura yelled, jumping up to grasp at the man’s coat. 

“Tomi!” I shot up and grasped his arms, yanking him off the doctor with more strength than I thought I had. “Injuries to his arms, upper legs, torso and face. Broken ribs, hairline fractures and ripped tendons. He might have lost his eyes too. Please help him, Sir.” 

The doctor nodded along with everything I said, “I can’t guarantee anything. Kurogiri—warp us to my office.” 

“He might not survive that—“ 

“He will.” I said firmly. 

Kurogiri stared at his leader with sorrowful eyes, before he nodded. A portal opened and the doctor helped All for One through before they disappeared. Tomura yelled at me to let him go, to let him help, to at least be with his Sensei. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind, not intended to be restraining, but comforting as the boy cried and clutched onto my arms tightly. I felt the heat from his quirk every few seconds, but I could bear it. My friend needed me right now. 

Chapter Text

All for One had survived, the doctor managed to save him, but barley. And the powerful man wasn't unchanged from whatever happened either, he'd lost his eyes, and he was forced to use life support. All for One was staying with the doctor until he could move on his own, but that was unlikely to happen anytime soon. 

A few villains at the bar questioned where All for One was, and we would say he's out. We would never tell them the full story, that the leader had almost died, and was critically injured. 

Tomura stayed with All for One, he rarely came back to the bar. The only times he did were when All for One himself told Tomura to go back. Even when he was back at the bar, all he seemed to do was train with the other villains. 

The first day All for One was awake was the day I went in to see him. Tomura was asleep in one of the chairs next to his Sensei when I came in, I was happy he was at least getting some sleep. The boy had been running himself ragged. 

"Alloe," I spoke quietly as I sat down on a bedside chair, careful to not wake Tomura. The man's bandaged face turned to me. 

"(Y/n)." I suppressed a wince, All for One never called me by my name, I didn't want to find out why he's starting now. "Well played." 

I narrowed my eyes at the man, confused. "Well...played?" 

The man let out a breathy chuckle which dissolved into a short fit of coughs. "No need to dumb yourself down. Speak normally." 

Ah, shit. This was from when I took control when he was bleeding all over the bar floor, wasn't it? 

"Fine," I stared at the bedridden villain. "Why are you congratulating me?" 

"Isn't it obvious, child?" He spread his arms, and I felt the pulsing of his quirk in the air. Powerful and dangerous. "You've fooled me, caused my own foolishness to create my downfall." 

"Wait, hang on." I cut the man off, "I had nothing to do with you getting mortally wounded. Why on Earth would I do that?" 

"Why else would you pretend but to get information?" 

"Alloe—All for One, you scare the shit out of me. You kidnapped me, of course I would dumb myself down." I leaned back in my seat, watching as the villain's non-existent eyes stared into me. "And why would I even try to hurt you? Tomi's my friend, and you mean so much more to him than I'd ever understand. I don't like to see him hurt like this." 

"I...see." All for One nodded, as if to himself. "I apologize, then. I was not thinking clearly." 

"I accept your apology," I turned my eyes to the injuries. They had been patched up very well, but to me they just seemed to outline how many injuries the man actually had. 

Level Three

There was a knock on my door later that day, Mom was out so I stood up from the couch and made my way to the door. Not bothering to look through the peep hole, I unlocked and opened the door. Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa stood outside the door, and for the first time since I'd met him, Yagi was not by his side. 

"(L/n)," Tsukauchi greeted, giving a curt nod of his head. 

"Detective Tsukauchi," I opened the door wide, gesturing for the man to enter, he stepped in and let me close the door, but hadn't made any move to the living room. 

"This is only a short visit." Tsukauchi explained. "On the League situation." 

Oh lord. If they were poking around the League now or attacked now, the League wouldn't have a chance. A small part of me hoped they wouldn't attack the League, for Tomura's sake. The boys already been through so much. 

"What about it?" I leaned back against the wall, watching the man. 

"We wanted to inform you that we believe the case is closed, now." 

Wait, what? 

"A hero took down the leader of the League, without their leader, we believe they will disband. We will still keep an eye out for this...Shigaraki Tomura and Kurogiri, you mentioned?"

Wait they're the ones who took down All for One? The man looked the exact same as he did in the Kamino fight. They haven't changed the future in the slightest, they just think they have. 

"Ah," I nodded my head. "Thanks for letting me know. And thank you for doing all this." I'm not going to tell them All for One's alive. I won't tell them about the League's bar, or Tomura. I don't want to betray my friend again, especially not now.

Level Three

"Hey, Mom." I called as I watched the television, the familiar scripts of the past echoing in my head. I watched as Midoriya threw his backpack at the Sludge Villain for the third time, the same reporter saying the same words. The same idiotic kid. "I think I'm going to drop out of dance." 

Mom nearly dropped her pan on the stove, turning confused eyes back to me. "Why, honey? You seemed to really like dance."

"I was only taking it for balance," I propped my cheek up with my wrist, All Might jumping in to save the two kids. "My balance is perfectly fine now. I don't need to take it anymore." 

Mom flipped the burner off. "Only for balance? You never liked it?" 

"Nope," I popped the 'p' at the end, clicking off the television after Midoriya walked away. 

"Sweetie are you sure you're alright?" 

As much as I can be while reliving everything. "Yep."

Level Three

"Can you train me?" 

Tomura looked up from his game console, confusion hidden in his bored expression. "Why?" 

"I want to know how to fight, to help you." I stared up at the ceiling of his room, leaning back on my normal beanbag. "You want to fight the heroes, right?" 

"It's not fair!" Tomura cried when the doctor took All for One away. "Why do all heroes only cause pain?" 

"They think they're helping." I said back. "They try to protect everyone, but that doesn't mean they always do the right thing." 

"I'll crush them." Tomura's fingers tight on my arms. "I'll kill all the heroes, starting with All Might.

"Why is that a question?" 

"I want to help you." I rolled over to my side, watching him from across the room. "How about a sidekick? We could fight heroes together." 

Tomura placed the game console down, and I had to fight the knee-jerk reaction to ask what was wrong. He never just puts down his game console. "You want to fight alongside me? I don't get it, why?" 

"Tomi, we're friends." I narrowed my eyes at the boy. "If you haven't gotten it through your thick skull yet that friends help each other, then you're more hopeless than I thought." 

The edges of his mouth quirked up. "A sidekick then?" He let out a breathy laugh, "When do you want to start training?" 

"Now." 

Level Three

"Hey, Mom!" I waved the envelope in my hands as I approached my mother. "I got accepted into Les Tri Uni!" 

"I'm so proud of you!" Mom enveloped me into a hug, a prideful smile on her face. It made me wonder how far it'd fall when she found out what it really was. 

I beamed at my mother, "It's full paid, too! I'm so excited!" 

Les Tri was a university in Mexico, not anything like my medical university or law school. But I wasn't going back to them, I wasn't going to learn anything new, just the same boring lessons. 

Was I actually going to Les Tri? Ha, no. I'd asked a favor from All for One, and he pulled a few strings with an acquaintance of his. Turns out there are League members all the way in Mexico, who knew? 

He got me an acceptance letter, but coordinated that I would never go, but get full marks on all my tests. Basically, I would stay in Japan with the League while these villains in Mexico were faking my stay at Les Tri. 

I didn't want to see the disappointment of Mom's face when she finds that out. 

Which is why she's never going to find out. 

A week later, I'd "moved" to Mexico. 

Level Three  

I was walking through the streets, on my way to the bar. I had a hood over my head, I had forgotten the bracelet All for One gave me in Tomura's room. It was affected by one of All for One's quirks, a disguising one. Needless to say, I was an idiot to leave it behind. 

It wasn't a very busy day, you could practically hear what everyone on the streets were talking about without even attempting to. 

My eyes caught something across the street. I looked, and my heart caught in my throat. 

Li Cassandra and Joans Kao were walking on the sidewalk together, holding hands and laughing. Li was in a dress, and Joans actually looked like he put effort into how he dressed, even brushed his hair. I swear it looked like they were on a date. 

I never thought the two of them would go out. Maybe they hadn't before because I was there, maybe they thought it wasn't fair to me... 

I was happy for them, truly, but it hurt to be so close to them and they'd never know me. They'd never know the friendships we'd developed and the moments we'd experienced together. 

Maybe it was better this way. 

I pushed down my pain as Li laughed, eyes sliding past Joans for a moment, they saw me. 

Her golden eyes stayed, watching me as her laughter quickly died, feet freezing in place. 

"Cass?" Joans questioned, turning eyes from Li and looking around, training on me. 

Li never had a reaction like that. Not once in the four-ish years I'd known her. 

The girl shook her head, smiled at Joans and pulled him off. 

Level Three

"You really want to do this?" Tomura's genuine concern showing on his features. Well, all the features you could even see under the hands he called a Costume. 

"I'm sure, Tomi." I nodded my head and Tomura signaled to Kurogiri. The mist-man's quirk spiraled before us, and we stepped in. 

The Unforeseen Simulation Joint stared back at us. Two heroes stood atop the entranceway, twenty so students behind them. The villains filtered through the portal, more and more. Kurogiri, Tomura and I were the first to enter, the other villains spreading out around us. 

"Thirteen and Eraserhead, is it?" Kurogiri's voice filled the air around us. "According to the staff schedule I received the other day, All Might is supposed to be here." 

"Where is he..? We've come all this way, and brought so many playmates...and he's not even here?" I stepped up to stand beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I wonder if some dead kids will bring him here." Yep, that was the Shigaraki Tomura I'd remembered from my other lives. But it was still a little unnerving to see the boy I'd now known from childhood act like this. 

Eraserhead's yellow goggles were over his eyes, capture weapon floating up as he charged down to us. I had never seen the man in action before, it was fascinating, how he jumped into the ranks of villains and took them down, one by one. Only with a Quirkless fighting style and a capture weapon. 

"He's good at hand-to-hand, and those goggles hide his eyes so we can't see whose quirk he's canceling." Tomura spoke, irritation lining his voice. I could tell he was still pretty pissed about All Might not being here. "I hate pro-heroes. Ordinary villains don't stand a chance against them." 

His hand reaches up to scratch the side of his neck, and I grabbed his wrist to stop him. It was a bad habit he'd gotten when All for One was hospitalized. "What use will you be if you keep injuring yourself?" 

I watched as Kurogiri disappeared. Tomura huffed, but lowered his hand anyway. We turned our eyes back to Eraserhead, the Nomu that I despised standing off to Tomura's left, silent. 

That's when I noticed something. Eraserhead's hair floated up and fell at different intervals. I heard Tomura counting beside me, murmuring numbers under his breath. He tensed, then shot a glance at me. 

He was going to jump into the fight. I nodded and stepped back. 

"Future Sight isn't going to help against Quirk Erasure." Tomura whispered to me, "Stay here for backup." 

I shot my friend a thumbs up and he turned his eyes back to the fight, running into it. Tomura and Eraserhead immediately joined in combat. They landed a few good hits on each other, Tomura even getting his quirk on the man at one point. 

I felt the Nomu twitch beside me and stepped away from it. Nope, I want nothing to do with that atrocity. 

The Nomu sprang into action, appearing behind Eraserhead and slamming the man into the ground. I winced at the sound, definitely some brain damage there. 

Kurogiri appeared next to Tomura, and I made my way over to the two now that Eraserhead was incapacitated. 

"It's Game Over for now, we're going home." Tomura spoke, "But before that, let's leave a few kids dead." His head tilted and I looked in the direction. Sure enough there were three students in the water, a small one with purple spheres for hair, a frog girl and oh come on. 

What were the chances? Of all students to be here, Midoriya just had to be one. 

I may be siding with the villains right now, but I didn't want Midoriya to die. He's been kind to everyone in all of my lives, not once had he seemed to do something for himself. 

I opened my mouth to protest, but Tomura was already at the kids. I started towards him but stopped with a breath of relief when I saw it was the frog girl and not Midoriya. 

But...she didn't disintegrate. 

Eraserhead was still conscious? My respect for the man went up a few notches. 

The Nomu slammed the hero's head back into the ground and Midoriya jumped from the water to attack Tomura. 

"Tomi—!"

"Nomu." 

A blur raced past me, and for once I ran after it. Midoriya's quirk striking the creature, but it didn't do anything. The Nomu ready to attack.

"Tomi, wait!" 

The frog girl's tongue reached out and pulled Midoriya back. For extra measure I stepped between him and the Nomu, pushing him far enough away that he wouldn't be hit. 

The kid's green eyes wide as he saw a villain push him away, save him. 

"(Y/n), what—Nom—" Pain flared through my back as I collapsed to the ground. "(Y/n)!" 

"Midoriya, are you.." 

"...Why did you.."

"You idiot..."

Everything seemed like fog, my eyes shifting between a blurry world and a clear one. Voices faded in and out. This was the same as before, the darkness swimming in my vision. 

My Quirk was going to take me back again. 

"Tomi," I could see the boy next to me, face worried and frantic. I knew he hadn't meant for that to happen, I mean how could he have known I would get in the way like that? I chocked on something, I couldn't tell if it was blood. 

"Hang...going...Kurogiri!" 

No one could help now, I was already fighting my Quirk to stay a few moments longer. 

"Tomi..." 

"FEAR NOT—" 

The scenery changed. No longer was I staring up at the light filled USJ, but the dimly lit bar.  

"Sensei—"

"Wait," I tugged on his sleeve with as much force as I could muster. Which really wasn't much. "Tomi...I need to...say...something." 

"(Y/n), no—" 

"I'm sorry," The darkness clawed at my vision, my Quirk just beyond it. "I couldn't..." I coughed, liquid at the edge of my mouth. Blood, I'd guess. "I'll do better...I'll find...a way for no one...to die." 

I saw the doctors faded form in the side of my vision, and I let the darkness fall. Tomura's shouts faded into the dark until I heard no more.

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I remembered faster then last time. This life at age two, just a little toddler when my lives flashed through my mind. I started to realize that my Quirk didn't erase my memories of my previous lives when I was reborn. I believed the real reason to be that a baby's brain isn't developed enough to process information like a teenager or adult. I guessed this when I was able to think in coherent thoughts but I couldn't get my vocal cords to speak the way I wanted. 

My mind was the thing going back in time, not my body. 

Level Four

I wasn't going through Regile Elementary or Junior High, that was something I was positive about. I told my parents I wanted to be homeschooled. My mother was confused, she didn't understand why I would want that when school is so much "fun". Luckily, Father had my back and convinced her to let me. 

After all, it wasn't like I needed to teach myself anything, considering I already had the two school's lesson plans memorized. 

Level Four

When the day Father was supposed to die came, I knew what I wanted to do. I snuck into the bathroom and turned the water onto it's hottest level and splashed it on my face. I bit back a yelp the scalding water, and quickly wiped it off. I grabbed one of the tiny paper cups and filled it with the hot water too, forcing myself to rinse my mouth with it. 

It was not a fond experience but it would be worth it if I played my cards right. 

I snuck out of the bathroom and opened my bedroom door, closing it without entering and stumbling my way down the steps. 

Father was putting on his shoes by the front door, and I applauded myself for making it in time. 

"Hey, (Y/n)." Father said as he tied his shoelaces. "Good morni—why is your face so red?"

"I'm sick," I sniffed as I tugged on his sleeve. 

"(N/n)," Father's face softened as he put his work satchel on the ground and placed the back of his hand on my forehead, pulling back at the heat. "Let's get you back to bed, kid. (M/n)!" 

Father picked me up in his arms as Mom came walking out of the laundry room. "What is it?" 

"(Y/n) is sick." Mom made her way over and took me from his arms. I bit down the fear that this wouldn't work after all. 

"Sweetie, let's get you upstairs, okay?" 

"I want Daddy," I reached my little arms out for the man and a conflicted look crossed his face. 

"Daddy has to go to work now," Mom said softly. "Mommy will be here with you." 

"I want Daddy." I repeated firmly. "Daddy don't need work, right? He stay?" Mom looked up at Father, both their faces pinched and conflicted. 

Finally, Father sighed, "I'll call off, today." 

"Yay!" Mom passed me back to Father and he brought me upstairs and put me to bed. I made sure to "wake up" every half hour or so to call him and make sure he was still in the house. 

When I went downstairs that night, there were light burns on my cheeks and Father and Mom were sitting on the couch. Father was doing his computer work from home while Mom had on the television. 

"Hey, sweetie," Mom said when she saw me. "How are you feeling?" 

"Better!" I crawled up beside her on the couch as a broadcast came on. It showed the damages from the villain fight I saved Father from, all of the damages and how many lives were lost. 

"Oh my God." Mom gasped as Father's eyes went wide. They both realized what could have happened today. How if I hadn't asked for Father to stay, he would have come home to that attack, and most likely lost his life like the other unfortunates. 

Level Four

We were sitting at the dinner table when I was eight. I announced I wanted to take parkour lessons. 

"Why the sudden interest?" Father had asked, and I knew my next plan. This time, I wanted to join Yuuei, I wanted to stop the USJ attack from happening, and get as much information as I could. The more information I got, the sooner I could save everyone in that final fight, and Tomura from his hatred of heroes. 

I never thought I'd say these words, "I want to be a hero." 

Mom nearly dropped her fork as she looked up at me. "But, Honey, you're Quirkless." Yes, we'd already gone to the specialist. 

"I don't need a Quirk," I protested, even though I did have one. "Remember before there were Quirks? Superheroes had gadgets to fight!" 

"But it's dangerous!" 

"(M/n)," Father cut it. "(N/n) is right. Sure, it'll be harder to fight without a Quirk, but with enough training she could do it. The first Quirkless Hero." 

I grinned widely at my Father, remembering why I loved him so much. He never cared for stereotypes.

Final decision: they let me take parkour.

Level Four

"Alright, kid. If you want to be a hero you're also going to need to know how to fight." Father lectured as we were in the backyard. I was sitting on the porch railing while Father paces before me and Mom watched from the sidelines, pretending to be working. 

Of course, I did know how to fight. But Father was insistent and who knows, maybe I could learn something from him. After all, Father was in the police force and he had assisted underground heroes before. 

The man continued to lecture, explaining foot positions and how to make a proper fist. He taught me the specific pressure points on the human body and the best places to render someone unconscious or immobile. (All of which I already knew, but I really liked seeing my Father like this.) 

We went on for a while, sparing in the backyard with some mats my Father brought from work. I was "learning" quickly, and we were having a great time. 

Level Four

So Father came up with a little game. He bought nerf guns for us, and I quickly showed him I didn't need a lesson on shooting someone in the face. 

"You want to hold the gun with both hands—"

I raised it left handed, pointed it at the can across the yard and stared my Father in the eyes as I pulled the trigger and the can fell off the stand. 

"Alright then, beginners luck." 

The next few seconds proved him wrong.

So Father decided that we should play a stealth game. Periodically throughout the course of the day, we would try and sneak up on each other and shoot the other with the nerf gun. 

Now, while I had practice shooting a gun, I didn't have practice dodging a bullet. 

I was shot many times. 

Doesn't mean I didn't shoot him back a few times either.

Level Four

I was walking around the backstreets of our neighborhood, having snuck out of the house a few minutes earlier. I had a sweater on to combat the cold of the night, hands in my pockets. Being out at night was actually kind of nice, and a good way to clear my mind. I'd never really done this in any of my other lives, so it was a nice break from all the memories. 

But nothing good ever lasts. 

A small time villain tried to jump me, and it was just disappointing. After all, I'd spent so much time around big villains like All for One this guy didn't even scare me. 

He had a blade to my neck, "You're going to help me out, little girl." 

"Mmm, or what?" I never even took my hands from my pockets, just watched him. The guy obviously didn't have much muscle built up, so either they had a quirk or they thought the blade would be enough. His two friends blocking the entranceways of the alley. 

"Or I'll kill 'ya!" Wow this really is a stereotypical villain. Behind him, I saw two darkened figures on a nearby rooftop. Whether they were friend or foe, I wasn't really sure.  

"Yeah, so," I slid my hand from my pocket, reaching up to tap the blade. "Not really a fan of that." I grabbed the weapon by the blade, feeling it cut into my palm, but I didn't really care. I've been through much worse.

I yanked the blade forward and jerked my knee into the man's stomach. When he doubled forward with a cough, I stepped to the side and swung the side of my hand down on the back of his neck. The man fell forward unmoving. 

The other two villains ran at me, one I recognized from the USJ attack. I dodged one's punch, giving him my own to his throat. He avoided it and I felt a presence behind me. Immediately dropping to the ground, I rolled out of the way in time to see the other villain, the one that was about to attack me, drop to the ground. 

I narrowed my eyes at his form, but turned my attention to the last villain. His form ran at me, and I ducked under and sideways, dancing around him and delivering a roundhouse kick to his side. The man winced and turned, when he did I socked him in the face, effectively breaking his nose. 

When he cried out I did the same thing I did to the other villain, sending a jab to his neck causing the man to fall to the ground unconscious. 

Thank you law class, Tomura and Father.

And mysterious helpers.

I knelt beside the second villain, seeing a small dagger lying on the ground next to him. It had not been there before, and I didn't really understand what had happened to him. 

Maybe the blade was effected by one of the figure's quirks? It seemed likely...

I grasped the dagger in my uninjured hand, gazing up at the two silhouettes. One was crouched down on the edge of the building, a white hood rested on their head, pointing up in two places like ears. Red eyes gleamed under the hood and a tail waved slowly behind them. The other silhouette was standing closely next to them. Long shaggy white and black hair curling down their back, seeming to glow in the moonlight. Two twin black animal ears replaced where his human ears would be, and a dark tail curled around one leg. 

"Thanks for the help," I called up to the two. A white teethed grin spread on the smaller one's face. 

"We didn't do anything." Their voice full of mirth, and it seemed male.

"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes as I held up the silver blade. "What's this, then?" 

"Hmmm, what a fascinating item." 

I shook my head, "Fine, then. Thank you to the mysterious unknown helpers. Give this back to them, will you?" I tossed the dagger up and the smaller one caught it easily. 

I started down the alley to leave when I remembered something. I'd seen the two before, on a television broadcast. It was around the time of the Sports Festival, the two were from the Vigilante Group Fuír: Mammalian, Trick and Eclipse. 

What an interesting turn of events...

Level Four

I was walking through Musutafu when I saw Midoriya. I was fourteen at this time, and I couldn't see his face, but I would recognize him anywhere. His yellow backpack around his shoulders and a notebook clutched in his arms, burned and dripping wet. That's when a thought hit me, what if Midoriya mastered his Quirk earlier? He wouldn't break his bones during the Sports Festival, or get so injured during the final fight. 

"Hey!" I called as I ran up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and watching him flinch back and away from me. Similar to how Tomura acted before he learned to trust me. 

His green eyes wide and confused, like when I pushed him away from the Nomu. "You need to start practicing your Quirk."

His mouth opened the slightest bit, eyes narrowing and a brief flash of depression skimming over his features. "What are you talking about?" 

"Your Quirk," I repeated, wondering how much of the future I could share. "You should practice it so it doesn't injure you. It's—" 

"Did someone put you up to this?" Irritation covered his face and I froze. I hadn't seen Midoriya much, but he was always cheerful, albeit a little awkward but he never seemed to get angry at people. "I get it, I'm Quirkless, I won't be a hero. Stop reminding me." 

And he turned and walked away.

What did he mean he's Quirkless?

Level Four

Later that day I realized the Sludge Villain incident never happened. All Might was reported to catch it and bring it into the police. 

The villain never took Bakugo.

And Midoriya never jumped out to save him. 

I couldn't help but feel like I'd made a terrible mistake.

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It'd been a few weeks since my failure of a meeting with Midoriya when Father told me I should go to public school. Well, he didn't tell me, more like he forced me. 

"If you want to be a hero, you need to have social skills." Was what he said. 

"I have social skills," I protested. "Do you not hear that I'm speaking right now? That's social interaction." 

Father narrowed his eyes at me, "With kids your age." 

"What, you're saying you're not my age? I never knew." 

"Sweetie, don't sass your father." Mom called from the other room and Father's mouth quirked up. 

"It'll only be the year before university applications, you could apply to Reg—" 

"No. I'm not going to Regile. If I have to can I go to Aldera, or something? I mean, Aldera is the second closest school to here." 

"Why don't you want to go to Regile?"

"Just, because." Terrible excuse, I know. But I couldn't really say 'yeah, by the way, I'm not quirkless. I'm actually forty four in mental years and I've spent around thirty years of my life there, so no.' 

Father sighed, "Have you been there before? Is that why?" 

I shrugged. "Not really, I've just heard a bit. I'd rather go to Aldera." 

"Aldera, it is then." 

Level Four

I did not expect this. Yes, I wanted to go to Aldera. No, I did not know Midoriya and Bakugo went here. Or that I'd be in their class. 

"Hello, I'm (L/n) (Y/n)," I pulled a smile onto my face. "I hope to get to know you all." The teacher directed me to a seat on the side of the room, and I made my way over. I heard whispers and the people around me tried to talk to me, but I put a finger to my lips and told them to talk after class. 

The lessons passed quickly, I'd known everything but it was still refreshing to have it taught by someone different and not in the same script as before. When lunch came around, students crowded around my desk and started introducing themselves. Saying their Quirks and asking what mine was. 

"Don't have one," I said as I leaned back in my seat, watching their faces morf from eager curiosity to something of disgust and annoyance. 

Murmurs filled the crowd, "Just like Midoriya." One had said. And it made me glance back at the green haired boy who looked up from his notebook when the whispers broke out.

The crowd started to disperse quickly, I was half relieved and half disgusted. This rarely happened at Regile, and it appalled me that people were so openly discriminatory. 

I let out a breath at our disappointing generation and pulled out my homework to start working on. Easily breezing through it. 

 The rest of the day passed by quickly, ignoring the stares and whispers of my new classmates, I packed up my bag. I walked out after Midoriya and jogged to catch up to the boy, determined to fix my mistake. (Though I had a feeling I'd never be able to make up for it.)

"Midoriya, hey!" I slowed to a stop beside him, he looked up at me as if surprised before he recognized me. 

"Hi." 

"I wanted to say I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to offend you the other day, you just looked like someone I knew." It was a lie, I knew that. This was the same boy I knew from my other lives, but how could he not have a Quirk? I'd seen it so many times...

"Oh," He grimaced, "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to act like that." 

"Okay, let's start over, I'm (L/n) (Y/n). And you are?" 

"Midoriya Izuku." 

Level Four

I was getting annoyed of the whispers. No matter where in the school I was all I heard from the students was "that Quirkless transfer."

I was spending lunch in the classroom with Midoriya when I snapped over it. 

I pushed back my chair and stood up. "Alright, listen up!" Everyone who was there (the majority of the class) turned to me with wide eyes, conversations halting in confusion. "If you all are going to gossip about a weak little Quirkless kid, have the damn decency to do it to my face or not at all." 

Some were taken back by how a Quirkless kid stood up for themselves, some just laughed. I shot a heated glare at the ones who did. "You have a problem with me, we can take it to the gym where I'll beat your asses down." 

That effectively shut them up. 

I sat back down, calmly and continued eating my lunch. "(L/n), why did you do that?" 

"I was pissed," I defended. "I've faced worse than a bunch of little kids." 

Level Four

I was also pissed when I found out practically the whole school was bullying Midoriya. The boy only barley convinced me not to fight every single student and teacher in the school. 

"Why don't you just stand up for yourself?" 

"I, uh, don't know how to fight. I'm not strong either, a-and there's really no point." 

"Fine then." I crossed my arms as I stood before the stuttering teenager. "I'll train you then." 

"You? You know how to fight?" 

I nodded, "Combat training, gun knowledge, and parkour. You said you wanted to be a hero right? Before the day I met you?" 

"Yes, but—"

"A Quirkless person can't be a hero?" Midoriya shut his mouth and bit his lip. "I used to think the same thing. But someone I knew suggested if I wanted to help people I should be a hero." That  was you, actually. "And with enough training, anyone can become a hero. So I'll ask again, do you want me to train you?" 

A few tears fell down his cheeks, he quickly wiped them, a small smile on his face. "Please." I couldn't help but smile back. 

Level Four

"Shh," I put a finger to my lips as we stood at the door of my home. I tugged my backpack off my shoulder and slid out my small yellow nerf handgun, adding more rubber bullets into its cartridges.

"You bring that to school?" Midoriya's hushed voice exclaimed, surprised. I nodded like it was the most normal thing ever, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if Father jumped out of a broom closet and shot me, it was within the rules of the game, anyway. 

I quieted him again before putting the key in the door, motioning for Midoriya to stay there. I pushed open the door raising my gun quietly as I called, "I'm ho—"

Ducking as a bullet hit the wall behind me, I shot my own gun, hearing Father wince in the other room. 

"Ha!" I called out. "Get wrecked! But time out for today! I have a friend over!" 

"You brought a friend?" Father called out, loudly and he stepped into the front hallway, his own nerf handgun hanging limply from his arm. 

"You're good." I said to Midoriya, gesturing he could enter but almost laughed at his expression. It was torn between surprise, terror and amazement.

"We'll that's embarrassing." Father let out a breath. "(L/n), (D/n). Nice to meet you, kid." 

"A-ah, Midoriya Izuku, sir!" I slipped past Midoriya to grab my book bag from outside and came back into the house. 

"Think we have room for another member of our little training squad?" I closed the door and looked at Father expectedly. 

He blinked in surprise before nodding, "Of course!" 

Level Four

Midoriya was...a work in progress. He had amazing analysis skills and was fast, able to dodge extremely well. But he lacked muscle and technique. Father suggested a few different machines he could use at the gym to build up muscle, and ran over the same things he taught me. (Albeit much slower.) 

By the time it reached around six, Midoriya had gotten the basic concept of how to throw a punch without injuring himself (but let's be honest, he'd probably hurt himself somehow anyway.) And he knew of a few basic stances for getting around quickly. 

"You're fast," Father had said to him. "Use that to your advantage." 

Mom suggested that he stay over for dinner, but Midoriya politely declined for the sake of his own Mother. I stopped him before he left.

"How do you feel?" 

He let out a small laugh, "Tired." 

"Obviously." I rolled my else. "Anything else?" 

"Grateful," He beamed at me. "Thank you for helping me. Both you and your Dad." 

I smiled back, "Of course. We should work out a few days for you to come over and train." 

"If it's not a bother.." 

"Midoriya, you're never a bother." 

Level Four

A few months had passed, Midoriya was steadily getting stronger. We'd trained over Monday and Thursday nights with Father and he'd been going to the gym on weekends. Though he still wasn't standing up for himself. I'd seen him getting pushed around by Bakugo (why he saved that kid was beyond me) and by the other students. He would just smile and wave it off like it didn't matter. 

"You're making me want to burn the school down."

"Please don't do that." 

Level Four 

"I don't think I can do this." 

"Stop with the negativity!" I called down to him from the top of the wall. Midoriya grimaced as he stared up. I jumped down, landing on the tips of my toes before turning to him. "It's a great way to know your strength and get around obstacles." 

"For you, maybe." He murmured under his breath. 

"Very much so." I nodded and he eyed me warily. "It's not that hard when you get used to it." 

I ran him over the basic movements, how to swing himself up from the pipes to the wall, and how he should never use his knee to prop himself up. He'd come close to falling a few times and I'd made him start over, but by the end of the day he could climb a wall in an alley. 

Level Four

Midoriya joined our game. I didn't know how to feel about that. At first I was glad that he'd gotten up to Father's standards, but it also made me wary that I now needed to keep an eye over my shoulder at all times, even at school. No matter how many times he said he wouldn't play at school, I didn't really believe him. 

Level Four

Training update: Midoriya could now scale buildings. Yes, it was a good skill, but knowing how easily he always hurt himself before, I was really careful critiquing him about his movements. 

And who thought it was a good idea to let Midoriya roof hop? Oh right, Father you are going to regret that so very much. 

Level Four

"Just a few weeks left," I exclaimed from the floor of the living room, my nerf gun resting on my stomach while Midoriya was writing in his notebook on the couch. His gun was beside him on the table. 

He looked up from his notebook, and I saw a brief flash of confliction before his features smoothed out into a smile. "Yeah, I'm really nervous though." He turned his eyes to my gun and then to the hallway with suspicion. "Don't you think your Dad's going to shoot you?" 

"Oh, definitely." I agreed, "But then he'd get shot twice back. And yeah, it's okay to be nervous." I sat up and stretched, "I have an idea, but I doubt you'll like it." 

"...What is it?" 

"We fill out a quirk registration." 

"But we don't have quirks." Midoriya's eyes widened, "You're saying we lie? No." 

"Let's be honest here," I started, "They're probably going to be biased against us anyway. Let's just level the playing field." 

"I'm starting to think you're a bad influence." 

"You didn't know that already?" I faked innocence as I pulled my laptop from the counter where his nerf gun laid and propped it open, pulling up the registration forms. I pulled up mine, thought for a few moments before writing in: Coordinated Control, filling in that my 'quirk' gave me good hand to eye coordination. I did have around thirty-eight or so years of practice with a gun, so it would make sense that I'm good at it. 

I pushed the computer to Midoriya when I was done, and he eyed it like it was going to come alive and attack him. "Come on, I'm not trying to get you to take drugs or smoke." 

Midoriya switched his eyes between the computer to me, and back again. "I'm going to regret this." 

"Oh, make it analysis. Everyone would believe that." 

"I'm definitely regretting this." 

Level Four

The day for Yuuei entrance exams came, we were both taking the hero exam. We sat in the auditorium, listening to Present Mic explain the exam. (Midoriya got called out by an examinee and I snickered at him as it happened.) We were in different training zones, but we didn't immediately head to our locations. 

"Good luck, (L/n)." Midoriya grinned at me, shifting on his feet, to ease his nerves most likely. 

"Thanks," I nodded at him. "Before you go, remember that you don't need to get into heroics immediately. Just do your best and aim for General Education at the least." 

Midoriya nodded to me, taking a breath before we wished each other luck one last time and left to our training grounds. 

Level Four

It started fun. 

Then it turned to hell.

Then it was even more hell.

When Present Mic called the start, I immediately had rushed out, parkour'ing my way onto the robots and ripping the wires out. I loved seeing the life drain from the machines as I attacked them and roof hopped to get to better places. Then I started to get tired and the robots started sending off small electric shocks that burned my fingers when I ripped out their cords. 

Even more hell? That was when the ground started shaking and a robot bigger than a building appeared. First thought? Run. Second thought? Dodge the other people who are also running.

A felt a brief pang of worry as I thought about Midoriya. I wouldn't be surprised if the little idiot ran straight for it. 

I saw someone in the crowd limping forward, getting pushed around by the crowd and I ran up behind them, surprised to see it was Mina Ashido. 

I pulled her arm over my shoulder, watching the girl start in surprise before allowing me to help her back to the exit. 

"TIMES UP!" 

We both sighed, then Mina turned to me. "Thanks for the help! I'm Mina, Ashido!" 

Just the same as my last life. "(L/n), (Y/n). No problem, you looked like you needed it." 

Level Four

Turns out I wasn't wrong when I thought Midoriya would run at the zero pointer. 

"She needed help!" Midoriya protested, "I couldn't just leave her there!" 

"Midoriya Izuku, you're going to get yourself killed someday." 

It took me longer than it should have to realize that he probably had in my other three lives. 

Level Four

The letters were supposed to come in today, and Midoriya invited my family for dinner at his home. I had never gone to his house before, but apparently his mother had wanted to thank us for all we'd done for them. 

My parents agreed, and we met at the Midoriya household. (My Yuuei letter had come in the mail and I brought it with me.) 

"You must be (L/n) (Y/n)," Midoriya Inko greeter us at the door. "(L/n) (M/n) and (L/n) (D/n). Come on in! I'm so happy to finally meet you all, you can call me Inko!" 

"No need for formalities with us, either, Inko." Father lowered his head in a polite gesture that we all copied. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, your son's been wonderful." 

I snuck around them to Midoriya, who was standing a few feet away from his mother, fidgeting with his envelope. 

"Results?" I murmured to him and he nodded. 

"I haven't looked, yet." 

"Me neither." I took a glance up the stairs, "Want to?" 

"Yes, and no." He bit his lip. "I really want to but I don't think I made it in." 

"No negativity," I frowned at him. "Better sooner than later right?" 

He breathed out a sigh, "Yeah. Let's go upstairs." 

Level Four

I shouldn't have been surprised, but for some reason I was. His room was filled with so much All Might merch and I was genuinely disappointed that I didn't expect it. Midoriya sat down in his chair, probably too nervous to be embarrassed. I sat down on the bed. 

"Whose first?" 

"Rock paper scissors?" 

He threw down rock while I had had scissors. I was opening first. 

"Alright then, moment of truth." I ripped open a letter and a small disk fell out, spreading into a projection of Eraserhead, looking as if he hadn't slept in a few days. He read from a script, not particularly bothering to look at the camera recording, speaking in the most monotone voice. 

"(L/n) (Y/n), you received a hundred percent on the written exam, twenty three villain points and twelve rescue points in the physical. Your physical exam was too low to get into the hero course, but you've been accepted into General Education. Welcome to U.A." 

Midoriya's mood dropped, but I only grinned. I never thought I'd get into the hero course, my goal was General Education. 

"I'm sorry,"

"Why?" I smiled widely at him, "General Education is better than flat out rejection. What'd you get?" 

Midoriya turned his eyes to his envelope, taking a breath and opening it. Instead of Eraserhead, he had All Might. I blinked at his form while Midoriya sucked in a breath, eyes gleaming at him.

"Midoriya Izuku, you've passed the written exam with flying colors! But in your physical exam you only received sixteen villain points. Now, that would not be enough to pass if that was all there was to it!" All Might gestured widely, grinning at the camera. "By saving Uraraka Ochako, you received twenty three rescue points! You've been accepted into General Education!" 

And the projection cut out. 

"Yes!" I threw my hands up into the air, grinning widely at him. "You made it! We've passed the first stepping stone!" 

Midoriya grinned back, relieved but I caught a slight tinge of disappointment. "You said we could get transferred in after the Sports Festival?" 

"Yeah," I nodded. "So let's keep training and show them what we're made of." Little did we know, we wouldn’t even make it that far. 

Chapter Text

"Are you ready for first day?" I questioned my friend as we entered the gates of Yuuei, shouldering my backpack of school supplies, water bottles and the nerf gun that permanently resides in my bag. 

"Nervous," Midoriya responded, "—but excited!" The greenette was a bundle of nerves, he'd been shifting in place the whole train ride, and mumbling to himself the whole walk. 

We passed the other students in the hallways, slipping past cliques to get to 1-C, the homeroom of General Education. I stopped before the doors, a wave of nausea coming over me as if my brain just caught up with my actions in this life. 

I'd stopped Midoriya from getting a quirk somehow. I remembered how he was supposed to be at the USJ incident, and how he protected the students there. How could he protect someone if he wasn't there, and without his quirk? 

Midoriya isn't in 1-A, like he's supposed to be. He won't learn how to properly hone his quirk since he doesn't have one. He won't get an internship and somehow fight the Hero Killer. He won't help take down Overhaul or get his provisional hero license. 

I'd saved my Father. Father isn't supposed to be alive right now. He was supposed to die when I was six in that villain attack. 

How was I supposed to find a way for everyone to live if I'd strayed so far from the original time line? How—

"(L/n)?" My head snapped up, Midoriya's worried expression before me. "Are you okay?" 

I stamped down the minor panic attack and pulled a smile onto my face, hoping it looked natural. "Yeah, your nerves are just rubbing off on me. Come on, let's go in." 

He narrowed his eyes at me, but didn't say anything as we entered the classroom. I was thankful for that, he didn't know of my quirk, and for right now, I'd like to keep it that way. 

The majority of the students were already there, but none seemed familiar to me. We slipped past the crowds and found seats in the back, Midoriya sitting in front of me. We talked idly as the minutes ticked down to the bell. 

The door opened, "HELLO LISTENERS—" 

Riiiiiiing!

The bell cut the teacher off, but he continued once it was done as if it didn't just interrupt him. "I'M PRESENT MIC, AND I'M 1-C'S HOMEROOM TEACHER!" 

Oh God, this class is going to give me a headache. Sure, Present Mic was a good hero, but to deal with a screaming teacher in the undesirables of the morning was not on my to-do list. 

At least I wasn't in the front.

"TODAY WE'LL BE DOING ICEBREAKERS!" The hero exclaimed, "WE WILL GO AROUND THE CLASS AND TELL OUR NAME AND SOMETHING ABOUT US." 

The other side of the class started, everyone giving their name and quirk. No one stood out. Well, that was until a student in the row next to us spoke up. 

The purple haired kid spoke in a monotone voice that rivaled Eraserhead, "Shinsou Hitoshi. Brainwashing." 

The person behind him hesitated briefly before continuing the exercise, but the majority of the students eyes stayed on Shinsou, some with hints of mistrust in their eyes, others with wary and alarm. He didn't seem to be bothered, like he was used to this kind of treatment. A thought crossed my mind that maybe his old school had done this to him too, labeled him by quirk like ours had for Midoriya and me. 

I shifted my eyes to the one before me, his eyes sparking at each new person, hand twitching, probably wanting to grab his notebook and write all his theories down. 

He didn't seem to notice the other student's reactions to Shinsou's quirk, or he had but didn't think much of it. I banked on the first one. 

It slowly came down to us, "M-Midoriya Izuku, I d—" I gave a light kick to the leg of his chair and he paused. Yeesh, kid. You need to work on your lying. "My quirk is Analysis." He turned back to me like the rest of the class, silently thanking me.  

"(L/n) (Y/n). My quirk's Coordinated Control." 

The class went on, Present Mic addressed the next thing we would do: orientation. 

Needless to say, it was boring, and I didn't pay a single brain cell of attention to it. 

Level Four

Lunch came around, Midoriya and I got our food from Lunch Rush. I pulled him along to find seats while he was ranting on and on about our classmates quirks, how cool they all were and all the uses they could have. 

"Pause," I said as I found a table with empty seats. Midoriya obeyed, halting his muttering storm as we approached the almost empty table. "Hi, Shinsou, right?" 

The other looked up, tired bags under his eyes, radiating distrust. He really was like Eraserhead, wow. 

He nodded. 

"Can we sit with you?" 

His eyes narrowed on us, and after a few moments of utter silence he spoke. "...Sure." 

"Thanks!" I sat on one of the seats across the table, Midoriya slid in next to me. Now sitting, he whipped out his notebook from who knows where and started his muttering storm again. 

Our table mate blinked at him and I snorted, "Welcome to our lovely resident, Quirk-Addiction." 

Shinsou smirked at that for a brief few seconds before it was gone. Midoriya looked up from his notebook. "I'm not addicted to quirks."

"Honey," I adopted my mother's tone as I slipped the notebook from him, ignoring his attempt to get it back and flipped to the cover. "This is your fifteenth notebook. You can't tell me you don't have a problem." 

He snatched it back from me, huffing as he opened it back to the page he was on. "It's useful," he muttered. 

"I didn't say it wasn't." I shook my head at him, and an idea popped into my head. Well, this is either going to turn out really well or really bad. "Hey, Shinsou, your quirk's pretty cool." 

"It's n—" 

"You're right!" Midoriya cut in, probably unaware he even interrupted the boy. "Your quirk is so useful! Think of how quickly you could disperse hostage situations! Or how you could make a villain turn themselves in!" 

Dumbstruck, that was the best word to describe Shinsou at that moment. It only proved my suspicions right. No ones ever told this kid he had a great quirk, they only put him down. 

At least activating Nerd-Midoriya was a good idea. 

"...What if I used it on you?" 

Midoriya blinked once, then twice. "Could you? That would be so cool!" 

I covered my mouth to muffle my laughter, nothing could stop Midoriya when he was nerding out, and Shinsou's reaction to it was priceless. 

He looked so confused that it made me laugh harder. 

Level Four

I hate panic attacks. One second I'm in the classroom, then my mind drifts to all the possible ways I've screwed up the timeline and I have to excuse myself from the room before I can start hyperventilating.

How does one go from no panic attacks ever to two in the same five hours? 

After calming down I left the girl's bathroom, slowly walking my way back to the classroom. But when I turned to a different hallway, there was someone else in the halls besides me. 

And I recognized the small skeletal form. "Yagi?" 

The man started, turning his eyes quickly to me like he didn't expect to be recognized. What was he doing here? The man wasn't a hero from what I knew, he was a detective. 

"What are you doing here?" I tilted my head to the side. "Is there a case or something?" 

His eyes wide, as if confused, wary and terrified at the same time. "Do we know each other..?" 

I blinked, "What do you mean? Of course we—" That was my other life! What the hell was I thinking? How could I forget what life was what? I inhaled a shaky breath, trying to reign back my emotions, my thoughts. "No, I'm sorry sir. You just looked like someone I know." 

And I hurried off past him before he could get another word in. 

Level Four

Switch

Toshinori watched, dazed, as the (h/c) haired girl ran off. He hadn't recognized her, but he knew she recognized him. But how had she known about him? And what was this about a case? Had she seen him and Naomasa working together before and assumed? If that's the case then how did she get his name, and what else did she know?

He turned and continued on his way to Nedzu's office, walking quickly and ignoring the pain from his injury. He'll ask Nedzu, the principle might know. After all, his quirk was intelligence. 

Level Four

Switch

When Toshinori had brought up his concerns about one of the students, he wasn't entirely sure it was an issue. Quirks could come in many forms, maybe this girl's quirk related to the backgrounds of people? Or maybe she really did think he was someone else. 

That's what he thought before he was able to pull up the file from Toshinori's description. (L/n) (Y/n), her quirk was not, in fact, people related. As her information said her quirk was hand-eye coordination. 

But the quirk form raised another question, why was she registered as Quirkless until a few weeks prior? Did her quirk just manifest recently, or had she not the time to fill it out? 

There was another form that was registered only a few minutes after (L/n)'s, from the same computer. Midoriya Izuku, also registered as Quirkless until the same time as (L/n). 

Intriguing. That brought up a whole new theory. 

The two were lying. 

Level Four

I came back to the classroom shortly after my run in with Yagi. I entered silently and sat in my seat. Midoriya didn't turn back to me, but I saw his fingers moving under his desk. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I blinked and slid it out, hiding it from the teacher as I read. 

[Midoriya] 1:46

Are you alright? 

1:47 [(Y/n)]

You're texting me

1:47 [(Y/n)] 

In class

1:48 [(Y/n)]

I knew I was a bad influence but not this much

[Midoriya] 1:48

-.- 

1:49 [(Y/n)]

I'm fine! I just had to do something 

[Midoriya] 1:50

Why do I not believe you? 

"Midoriya! (L/n)! No texting in class!" 

Crap.

Level Four

When school ended we walked out with Shinsou, turns out we go to the same station, just different stops. Also, who knew the kid also wanted to be a hero? 

So we invited him to our training group. 

I just hoped Father was okay with that. 

Level Four

He was! (I really shouldn't be surprised, Father loves kids and he loves martial arts. Of course he'd like another addition to the team.) 

"Thank you so—ow!" Father snickered as I rubbed the back of my head, whipping around to see Midoriya standing around the corner. Nerf gun in hand and grinning widely. He gave a teasing wave before ducking around the corner. 

"How dare you betray me this way!" I grabbed my gun from the counter, quickly firing at Father with the excuse of: 'You distracted me.' Before charging off after Midoriya.

Level Four

Shinsou got permission to come over to my house the next day. Father took off work so he could run Shinsou through the basics while Midoriya and I did things. 

What do I mean by things? I mean this—

"Ready...set...go!" 

It started in the backyard, we sprinted through the grass, vaulting the fence and continued down the sidewalk. A few people yelled at us to be careful as we weaved passed them. I veered right, Midoriya kept running down the sidewalk. Without slowing, I hooked my hand onto the pipe and pulled myself up. In no more than seven seconds I was on top of the building, running along the roof and vaulting myself from one roof to another. 

Midoriya was across the street, doing the same thing. I had looked over just in time to see him jump a gap between buildings, stumbling a few steps like he was about to trip on his feet before he continued.

I cupped my hands over my mouth and called, "Learn to roll!" 

Even with the distance, I could see Midoriya's lips curl in distaste. "The roof's disgusting!" He called back. 

"So sad, cry about it!" I vaulted another roof, landing on the tips of my toes and falling forward into a roll, allowing me to keep my momentum and pull ahead of him. 

From the corner of my eye I could see Midoriya give me the middle finger. I slowed to a stop. "I've tainted you so much!" 

He snorted and pulled ahead of me, disappearing as he started scaling down one of the buildings. 

Instead of scaling, I decided to jump down to a windowsill, staying for less than a second before I jumped to a pipe, pushed myself off and landed on the floor in a crouch. 

I saw Midoriya across the street and started running too, Midoriya reached the school, placing his hand on the wall and sticking his tongue out at me before he turned and ran past me. 

"Is that how you want to play it?" I tapped the wall and turned, sprinting after him. I followed him up onto the same building, keeping my pace just slower than him as we vaulted rooftops. 

We scaled down, I reached the ground a few milliseconds before him and we saw the familiar fence of my house. I vaulted over the fence, landing in a roll onto a mat. I stopped on my back, refusing to get up as Midoriya jumped over just short of me. 

"Aw man." 

"Jesus, what did you do?" For a moment I forgot Shinsou was still here. 

"Ran across the city," I answered. 

"And back," Midoriya continued. 

Shinsou just stared at us as Father checked his watch. "Twenty three minutes and seven seconds. Good job, you two." 

"Okay, but why?" 

I shot a thumbs up at my Father as Midoriya shrugged, "Why not?" 

Level Four

I pulled out the notebook Midoriya gave me, (the boy had so many.) I had asked during school that day. The panic attacks and forgetting the events in my different lifetimes put things into perspective. I had to write them down so I wouldn't mess up again. 

1. 

• Went to Regile Elementary and Junior High 

• Went to med school

• Father died

• Joans—friends 

• Yuuei:

-> USJ/Sports Festival/Hosu attack/All for One and All Might/Overhaul/Shigaraki

-> No deaths. Only injuries/ Bakugo, Todoroki, Tokoyami/ Many injuries—Hero Killer arrested/ All for One arrested: All Might retired 

•Didn't see the fight—Joans told

-> Fought 1-A (why do they get in so much trouble?) Killed Nighteye/ Shigaraki killed me :(

2. 

•Went to Regile Elementary and Junior High

• Went to med school  

•Skipped a few grades

• Li Cassandra

• Joans Kao

• (Same events in 1) 

• Diff: 

-> Patched up Iida, Todoroki and Midoriya from Hero Killer/ Hosu

-> Met Midoriya on beach: balance ideas

-> Didn't jump between Tomi Shigaraki and Midoriya, still died though.

3.

• Went to Regile Elementary and Junior High

• Dance lessons: Mina Ashido

• Father died (happened in 2, forgot) 

• Tsukauchi/Yagi: League

• Met Aloe

• Fake Uni

• USJ: death. (I really hate Nomu) 

4. 

• Homeschooled

• Saved Father

• Yuuei

• Screwed up Sludge Villain: Midoriya— no quirk? 

• Aldera

• So many screw ups

+Why doesn't Midoriya have a Quirk now? 

+What happened to Yagi (really strong in 3, skeleton in 1,2,4) 

+How can I save everyone? 

Level Four

It's been about a week, Shinsou, Midoriya and I were eating in the cafeteria as per usual, when I noticed something. 

The 1-A kids weren't here. Um, why? I could normally see Iida and Todoroki from our table. I've seen Mina too, but I doubt she's seen me. But today, I don't see any of them. 

Maybe it has something to do with the alarm going off yester— The alarm.

I remembered the news broadcasts, how the press broke in during the day, an alarm went off in the school. The next day, class 1-A was attacked at the USJ.

"Oh my God." How did I forget? I wrote it in my notebook and everything! I shouldn't have...I thought I had more time! 

"(L/n)?"

No, stop. You can still fix this. 

"Hey?" I felt Midoriya's hand on my shoulder, though it felt distant. "Are you alright?"

I had to see the principal. It was the only way...

I stood up from my seat, "I need to do something. Don't wait for me." 

"Wha— (L/n)—" I ran, dodging the students (maybe accidentally making a few drop their lunches but that really didn't matter right now.) 

I opened the door to his office, no one was there. The teachers lounge, maybe? 

I ran there, asking directions from a few students. I heard talking in room when I reached it, Yagi and Nedzu's voices. 

It doesn’t matter.

"So try taking it easy once in a while." 

I opened the door without a knock, Yagi was sitting on the floor next to the table, while Nedzu was crawling on top of the couch. Both looked over to me, Yagi froze. 

"(L/n)!" Nedzu's cheery voice spoke, "I've been meaning to speak with you!" 

If this was any other situation, that would have scared me. But I didn't have time to be scared. Without Midoriya, I didn't know if everyone would make it out alive. 

"Is class 1-A at the USJ facility?" I let my voice drop with authority, like I had learned from the medical staff in Hosu, and Tomura with the other villains. 

"Why do you—"

Nedzu spoke calmly, "You aren't supposed to know of that." 

That means yes. 

I took a breath, "They're being attacked by a group called the League of Villains. You need send heroes to help them." 

Nedzu's eyes narrowed at me, so small that if I wasn't paying attention I wouldn't have noticed it. 

"What?" Yagi was on his feet in an instant. 

"I will call for the teachers then." 

"Can I go too?" The words left my mouth before I could think better of it. "I can handle myself in a fight—and I know their leader. I might be able to talk to him." 

Nedzu was silent for a few beats, "I'll send you with All Might."

"Thank you so much." For believing me. For letting me help.

"And (L/n). We will discuss this when you return." 

I only nodded before leaving the room. It would be worth it, just like how I burned myself to save Father. Faint scars were still visible  on my cheeks from that. But this would be worth it, if I could save everyone.

Chapter Text

I vaulted from one rooftop to the next, following the trail All Might had taken. When the hero had shown up at the teacher's lounge, I immediately told him not to wait for me. The sooner he got there, the better. 

The USJ building was close, I saw Iida running past on the ground with his quirk propelling him. 

That's one person safe. 

I scaled down the building and ran into the USJ facility. Not even two steps in and I could see No. Thirteen on the ground, half their body missing. 

"The two heroes in the facility protected the students, but they are currently in the extensive care unit due to injuries...“

I didn't know if the damages were the same or worse from before. After all, they never broadcasted the injuries of the heroes, and I hadn't seen No. Thirteen in my third life. 

A few heroes-in-training crowded around No. Thirteen, trying to help the hero. 

I can't help a someone that doesn't have a body. I never got to that in my medical unit. 

What about Eraserhead and the other students? 

I made my way to the top of the stairs, peering down. All Might was fighting the Nomu, Eraserhead was on the ground, unconscious. Shigaraki and Kurogiri watched All Might and the Nomu. The two students I saw with Midoriya weren't there this time. But three other students were here. Kirishima Ejirou, Bakugo Katsuki and Todoroki Shouto. 

Please don't let the others be dead.

I took the stairs three at a time, quickly making my way down to Eraserhead. I didn't have time to take a full analysis of his injuries, so I quickly checked his pulse and breathing. 

A wave of ice knocked me back from Eraserhead, I winced at the cold and looked up. Todoroki was staring me down, a blank expression, yet I could somehow see his glare at me through it. 

"What the hell are you doing, half-and-half?" Bakugo grasped the other boy's collar as he yelled. "She's with us!" 

For once I was appreciative of the bully. 

"She's not in 1-A." 

"General Education, dumbass." I muttered under my breath as I crouched down in the ice, trying again to check the teacher's pulse. 

His heart was still beating, and he was breathing. 

I let out a breath and turned my attention to Shigaraki and Kurogiri. I pushed myself to my feet, starting towards the two. Shigaraki's gaze shot toward me, hints of confusion and irritation. 

"Another NPC?" 

I shook my head, "More like a wild card." His eyes narrowed on me and I saw his hand twitch, like he was going to attack me. God it's been a while since he'd even considered attacking me. 

And that's my fault, isn't it? 

"Hey, have you beaten Ceno VI, yet? Ha, of course you have. You're a game addict." His attention was fully on me, no longer watching the fight. I took a few steps forward, and his hand raised, a threat. "Relax, I'm not here to fight. And my quick isn't physical." 

"Who are you?" 

A soft smile, "(Y/n). It's nice to see you again, Tomi." 

I've screwed up more than I can make up for. I knew that, so there was no point trying to reign in my memories from my other lives. 

A loud crash echoed out behind me, I tilted my head back to see the Nomu gone. All Might standing there, looking all powerful. 

"Huh, so thats what's supposed to happen."

"Yeah, I'm slowing down...back in my time just five hits would be enough. But that took three hundred mighty blows." All Might straightened, small wisps of steam rising from his frame. "Well, Villain, how about we—" He halted, seeing me standing next to the villain. 

"You cheated..." He hissed, reaching up to injure his neck. 

I sighed, instinct from my last life bubbling up, reaching over to stop him. "What use will you be if you keep injuring yourself?"

"What use will you be if you keep injuring yourself?"

He froze, a faint trail of blood trickling down his neck as his eyes narrowed on me. But the second my finger tapped his wrist he struck out, trying to grab my wrist with five fingers. 

And I let him. 

Pain flared throughout my left arm, my skin burning, feeling like it's being ripped apart. But it didn't hurt as much as I remembered, and it hurt a lot less then when Nomu killed me. 

I bit my lip to quell some of the pain as I forced myself to straighten, staring him down. 

Then...a bullet shot my friend in the arm. My eyes went wide as he reeled back, letting me go. In that brief moment another bullet came down, striking him in the leg. He crumpled to the ground. 

"Tomi!" I stepped between him and the attacker, though I couldn't see the other hero yet. A bullet grazed my arm, hitting the ground and I winced. Only feeling a brief hint of relief when Kurogiri's portal opened up under Shigaraki and took him away. 

Level Four

I was in the hospital, apparently the injury to my wrist was extremely bad. Recovery Girl came to heal it, but the hospital doctors wrapped it and had me stay the night in extensive care. I didn't know how Eraserhead, No. Thirteen and Shigaraki were, and I didn't know if all the students were okay. 

I didn't sleep that night, too busy worrying. 

Level Four

Mom and Father came by the next morning, but I told them I was fine. Mom worried on and on about how this was why she didn't want me to become a hero. Father calmed her down and told me to get better soon.

Level Four

Later that day, the doctors let non-family members come in. Midoriya was the first to visit, understandably worried out of his mind. 

"You left so suddenly and you wouldn't answer your phone and—" 

"Midoriya," I cut him off, "Hey, I'm fine, see?" 

"You're not!" He gestured widely at me, my bandaged forearm from the bullet graze, and my disintegrated wrist from Shigaraki. "They kept you here overnight! That's not fine!" 

You've done worse, a voice in my head murmured. 

"Okay, fine then. I'm recovering. And the recovery's going great." He gave me a deadpan expression and I spoke up before he could start worrying about me again. "How is everyone?" 

"1-A?" I nodded, knowing word had gotten around about the attack on the USJ Facility. "The teachers are in extensive care. All Might got there in time to save the majority of the students." 

My stomach dropped, "...The majority." Midoriya winced. "What do you mean the majority?" 

"...Two students didn't make it." Midoriya grimaced, sorrowful. "Asui Tsuyu and Mineta Minoru." 

My eyes stung, not only had I ruined Midoriya by somehow making him loose his quirk, I'd also killed two students. Two young teenagers who were supposed to live longer than this. 

This life was hopeless. There was no way I could make up for what I'd done. The only thing I could do now is to set up for my next life. 

My eyes watered and Midoriya sat down on the side of the bed and hugged me. I didn't feel like I deserved it. 

I wrapped my good arm around his back, burying my face in his shoulder. "...I'm sorry." 

"It's not your fault." 

"It is, though." I took a breath, closing my eyes. "Midoriya, I have a quirk. A real one." 

I felt his arms tense, he didn't say anything, and he didn't pull away. I took it as silent encouragement. "It's a type of Rebirth. Every time I die I wake up at my birth again." 

His arms tightened, "You've died?" 

"This is my fourth life." 

"(Y/n)..." Not (L/n)—(Y/n). 

"It is my fault, don't you see that now? I knew this would happen! I knew they would get attacked, but I forgot the day, and..." I chocked on a sob. "No one was supposed to die—you were meant to be there. In 1-A with the others..." 

"It wasn't a mistake, when you called out to me that day, was it?" He meant the day I first met him, the day the Sludge Villain attack was supposed to happen. 

"No," I agreed. "Your quirk—the quirk you were supposed to have...you broke your limbs, a lot. I thought...when I saw you I thought that maybe I could stop that, somehow help." I gave a shaky laugh, "But now I see I've just completely screwed up."

He pulled back, holding my shoulders at arms length. A frown pulled on his face, "Don't say that. And please don't apologize for meeting me. No matter what happened, I'm so glad you came to Aldera." 

"But...you would have had a quirk if it weren't for me." 

"I don't need a quirk." He shook his head, gaze strong. "You taught me that, I can fight perfectly well without some flashy ability. And besides, why would I want a quirk that would break my bones?" 

"And those two kids are dead.." 

"Your Quirk lets you restart, right? You can save them in your next restart." His brows furrowed, and even in my messed up mental state I knew what that expression meant. 

"You thought of something." I wiped the tears from my eyes and narrowed them on him. "What?" 

"What if you could activate your quirk without dying?" His eyes were on me, but his gaze was clouded, as if he wasn't seeing anything. "Or if you could control when you woke up." 

The words popped into my mind, like a faint memory, 'Checkpoint Forced Activation...' 

A...checkpoint? I thought back, and I had remembered hearing those words before. Multiple times actually. Each time I died, I heard a faint ring in my ears, murmurers of checkpoints and game slang. Did that have something to do with my quirk? Maybe I could control it like Midoriya was suggesting. 

"When my quirk activates I hear game terms and checkpoints." I spoke through his rant. He nodded in acknowledgment. 

"Checkpoints...what if you could set a checkpoint?" 

"...In theory: Good idea. Reality? How in the heck would I do that?" 

His nose scrunched up, "You could try thinking of activating a checkpoint. Maybe saying different terms? Or a specific action?" He narrowed his eyes on the sheets, "What if a teacher could help?" 

And then I remembered the principal. Groaning, I buried my face in my hands. "Principal Nedzu wants to speak to me." Suddenly, I'm dreading my return to school. 

"I could talk to him for you." 

"No," I sighed, wiping my hands down my face. "I brought this upon myself. Try and keep a low profile around him."

"Why?" 

I pointed at him, "Analysis Quirk, remember?" 

He frowned, "I knew I would regret doing that." 

Level Four

I was discharged the next day. Though the hospital left my wrist in a cast, which I was thankful for. Even the slightest wrist movement rippled pain through my body. 

Guess that means no parkour for a while. 

...Actually this might be another way to train. After all, it would be good to be able to still parkour around when I get injured. 

I was in my room, staring up at the ceiling that no longer had balance bars. I was kind of missing them...

Level Four

I decided to go back to school the next day. I didn't tell Midoriya about it, probably because I wasn't sure what would happen. And I wasn't going to homeroom first, I was going straight to Nedzu's office.

"Hello?" I knocked on the door with my good hand, shouldering my backpack on my right side. 

The door opened, inside stood the small form of the principal. "Ah! (L/n), I didn't think you would be in today." 

I swallowed down my dread, "I couldn't keep missing school." 

"Come in! Come in!" I entered the office, which actually looked like a mirror of the teacher's lounge, albeit a little smaller. He gestured to the couch and I sat. "Would you like some tea?" 

"Um, no thank you." He poured himself a glass before sitting in his own chair. "So, why did you call me here?" 

Nedzu hummed, sipping on his tea. "Well, many reasons." 

...Care to mention them..? 

"I heard you stepped between Snipe and Shigaraki." 

"...I did do that, yes." 

"Hmm, interesting." The principal turned back to his tea, drenching the room in silence. And it made me so uncomfortable. Was that his plan? Make me so uncomfortable I'd just beg to leave? 

"Apparently, Shigaraki didn't immediately attack you like he did the other students." 

I didn't think about that, it was just classic Tomi. He didn't normally attack anyone who didn't threaten him. The hero students were threats in the future, but with me? I probably just made him curious. 

"No, he didn't." 

"But he did in the end, yes?" 

"...Yes." What are with these backward questions? Where's the: HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ATTACK? ARE YOU A SPY?

He hummed again and a small flare of irritation swam through me. 

"Your medical form is quite curious," Nedzu sipped his tea. "Your doctor said you were Quirkless, but here you are with Coordinated Control, was it?" 

"My doctor made a mistake," I answered honestly. "We found out about it recently." 

"Interesting. And you are friends with Midoriya Izuku, correct?"

"I am." I answered calmly, even though my mind was screaming at me to get the conversation away from my friend. "What does Midoriya have to do with anything?" 

"It would make sense for two Quirkless children to become friends." 

He knew. He definitely knew. "I suppose?" 

"Tell me, (L/n). Who really are you? And I hope you know I'm not the only one listening." 

My head shot around the room, looking for whoever else was in the room, but I didn't see anyone. Maybe an invisibility quirk? 

The door opened, and I turned to it, Detective Tsukauchi walked in. 

Oh. 

That must mean he was watching on the camera in the corner. 

And he's a freaking lie detector, damn. 

"(L/n), you're under suspicion of being part of the League of Villains." 

I carefully formed my words, "I can promise you, all of the villains from the League would agree with me when I say I'm not part of them." And it was true, none of the villains knew me. Not even All for One, as powerful as he is. 

"You knew the League was attacking the USJ facility. How?" 

"I heard of it from To—Shigaraki." 

The detective narrowed his eyes at me. "You say you aren't part of the League, but you have contact with their leader?" 

I gave a soft laugh. No, the first time I saw my friend in fourteen years and he attacked me. "No, I don't have contact with their leader." 

"(L/n) your Quirk isn't Coordinated Control," Nedzu spoke up, "but you aren't Quirkless either." 

"You're right." I confessed, it was a little easier saying it now that I told Midoriya. And it's not like any of this would matter in the long run, I wasn't going to let this life stick. "My Quirk is what let me know of the attack." 

Detective Tsukauchi's face pinched, and I knew I was confusing the man. I was saying the truth, but all my statements seemed contradictory. 

"So Shigaraki and your Quirk informed you of the attack?" 

"Among other things, yes." The news and Joans, for example. 

"What is your Quirk?" 

"Really complicated," I shrugged. "I don't know much about it, maybe just the factor that it's like a game." And that it's a return-by-death. 

Detective Tsukauchi was about to speak again, when Nedzu rose a paw. "You know Tsukauchi." 

I narrowed my eyes at the creature as Detective Tsukauchi side eyed him. "I do." 

"How is that, when Detective Tsukauchi doesn't know you?" 

"He helped me with a case once," I answered. "Though I wouldn't expect him to recognize me, after all he wouldn't remember something that doesn't exist anymore." 

...damn it. I wasn't paying attention to filtering my words. 

"Doesn't exist?" Tsukauchi questioned as Nedzu murmured something along the lines of 'intresting'. 

Screw it. Who cares anymore?

"My Quirk is a form of time travel. Reset the world when I die." I leaned to my right, propping my cheek up with my wrist in a form of nonchalance. "Currently about, what? Fifty years mentally? Eh, don't feeling like calculating right now." I pointed at the detective with my casted hand. "Met him last life." 

Nedzu remained an air of indifference while the detective blanched. "That's...a very powerful quirk." 

"Would be more useful if I could use it properly." I glared at the floor, "What use is it if nothing changes? Except for the worse." A small laugh escaped me. I knew I was speaking to much, but when I started my anger at the whole situation just kind of poured out. "Hey, have you ever heard of a Quirkless person gaining a quirk, but a two minute conversation changes that? Is that even possible?" 

"Anything is possible." The principal answered, and I wondered how he wasn't affected by any of this.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nose to calm myself. "How are No. Thirteen and Eraserhead, by the way?" 

"Eraserhead is back to teaching and No. Thirteen is recovering smoothly." 

"That's good to hear." I opened my eyes again. "Can we finish this soon? I'd like to get back to class." 

"Of course. So you said Shigaraki told you of this plan, what was your relationship to him in your other lives?" 

"We were friends." I remembered the times we would just sit in his room, playing video games, and just having fun together. "Grew up together, actually. It was my last life, when I told the detective of the League, their leader kidnapped me. He actually tried to play nice with me, like he wasn't evil. I guess I only really came back because of Tomi." 

"And Tomi is Shigaraki?" Detective Tsukauchi confirmed. 

I nodded. "Yeah. And whatever happened to Yagi? I saw him here a little while ago, is he still a detective?" 

"Toshinori was never a detective," Tsukauchi's eyes narrowed. "Was that something that happened in your other life?"

"Yagi was your partner, in my last life." 

"Hmm, and what about All Might?" 

"All Might?" I thought to myself. He didn't really change, the symbol of peace stayed the same in all of my lives. "He never changed, he was always a hero." 

"Do you know what the League's going to do in the future?" 

Back to this then. No, I didn't know. Everything's different. "No." 

"Alright, (L/n), that's enough for today." I nodded and stood. But when I was by the door the principal spoke again. "I think we should train your Quirk. We could remove you from one of your periods." 

I turned back to the creature. "I would like that, actually. I need to be able to control my quirk sooner rather than later."

Level Four

When I finished with Nedzu and Detective Tsukauchi, I went straight to the lunch room, the bell having rung a few moments after I left the office. When I got my food I saw Midoriya and Shinsou at our normal table, but there were two more students there. One I didn't recognize, a girl with shoulder length brown hair. The other was Iida Tenya. 

I put my tray down next to Midoriya, he started before looking up. "(L/n)? Why aren't you home?" 

"Nice greeting." I slid into the seat and dropped my bag to the floor. 

"Welcome back," Shinsou nodded at me. "Didn't miss you." 

I grinned at the tiny-Eraserhead, "I would say thank you, but now I'm a little insulted." 

Midoriya frowned at me, "You should be recovering." 

"We both know very well I can't skip class." I nudged his side, "So am I ever going to be introduced to the new additions?" 

"Hello! I'm Iida Tenya, it's a pleasure it meet you!" He was the same as at the hospital that time, and I felt a small bit of comfort in that. 

"My name's Uraraka Ochako!" 

Though I would be blind not to notice that they both were pulling their smiles. It was then I remembered they were part of 1-A, that it was their classmates that had died.

"(L/n) (Y/n), it's great to meet you both!" 

Level Four

Later that night, I came to a decision. My next life, I wouldn’t approach Midoriya until I was certain he had his quirk. No matter what he said, it was too important that he get into 1-A. And if that didn’t work out, I could try and contact Fuír into being there at the USJ. 

That actually might work, but I needed to find a way to see them again in this life first. 

Level Four

It was the last period of the day when the P.A. system came on, the principal calling for both me and Midoriya to go the teacher’s lounge. 

Shinsou shot a look at us, raising his eyebrow as I just shrugged. It probably had something to do with this quirk training Nedzu put together, but why was Midoriya coming, then? 

When we arrived at the teacher’s lounge, Nedzu was not the teacher that was there. 

Eraserhead was. 

Chapter Text

“Um, where’s Nedzu?” I questioned as the hero looked up at us with tired eyes. 

“Rat’s not here.” The man stood, and I had an awful sense of foreboding. “I’ll be the one watching over you two during your training.”

Level Four

We were in one of the fields. Eraserhead leans against the school building while Midoriya and I stood side by side before him. 

"So, your quirk is game related and a world reset." The man's voice was monotone, just like I remembered from the USJ in my third life. 

"Yes, sir." 

His eyes turned to my friend, "And yours is analysis?" 

"Y-yes, sir." 

"You've known each other for a while. Have you ever analyzed her quirk?" 

"I can't find out much without seeing it." Midoriya spoke, and I felt a small twinge of pride at how good he'd gotten at lying. "(L/n)'s quirk is mainly mental, so I don't have a good grasp on it yet." 

"You did suggest a few things though," I remembered at the hospital, but I couldn't recall the exact suggestions he made. "What was it, imagining setting a checkpoint?" 

"Yeah." Midoriya nodded at me, "Your quirk might not only activate in death. It might be through a feeling you had, or a specific term or action." 

"A lot of options to choose from." I turned to the teacher, "Any suggestions?" 

"I'm only here to babysit you." 

I let out a small puff of air, "Great, so you'll be no help. Nice to know." 

Level Four

I went out at night, sneaking through the window quiet enough not to wake up my parents, only bringing a jacket and a small nerf gun concealed in it. I didn't know where I would find Fuír, so first things first: walk around like an idiot. I mean, it normally works, right?

I grasped a pipe with my right hand and scaled the building without my left, it took longer than normal (obviously), but it was easier than I thought. 

I pulled my hoodie further over my head, burying my cast in my jacket to stop me from using it. I vaulted from one roof to another, gazing down at the streets below. I saw a few fights between drunkards, but no Fuír. 

I did see a vigilante though. 

It was a man covered in a cloak, I couldn't see much else of him in the dark besides a few tuffs of dark hair. 

"Hey, do you know where I can find Fuír? Or Mammalian?" Blue eyes narrowed on me warily and I raised my right hand. "Just a question, not here to attack you." 

His gaze shifted to my covered hand and I lifted that out of my pocket, revealing the cast. "See? What good would I be in a fight?" 

He still looked distrustful, but he spoke this time. "Those guys don't come here. This is our area, head further down town." 

I slid my cast back into my pocket. "So, like, the area east of Yuuei?" 

"Around there." 

"Thanks!" I shifted back on my feet. "Good luck with the vigilantism." I gave a small wave before grasping a bar of one of the buildings. I was on the roof in just a few seconds. 

The man called up, "No use in a fight, huh?" 

I gazed down at him. His hands were in his pockets, and he was staring up at me. I could see his face this time, bright blue eyes, dark black hair, and large scars across his face. 

I shrugged at him, "I don't feel like fighting one handed." 

His lips curled up as he shook his head, turned and walked away. 

Huh, what a weirdish nice guy. 

Level Four

I've been searching the area for about an hour, and exhaustion was tugging at the back of my head and eyes. I covered my mouth as I yawned into my hand. 

My phone buzzed against my hip and I slid it out. It was 1:47 in the morning, and I wasn't expecting a text from Midoriya. 

[Midoriya] 1:47

What are you doing? 

1:47 [(Y/n)]

Quirkish stuff. Why're you up? 

[Midoriya] 1:48 

I was on the computer. 

[Midoriya] 1:48

By the way, look right. 

I blinked at the screen and tilted my head in confusion. Look right? Um, what? 

I turned my head, across the darkened street I could see a few homes with lights on. One home had a window open, a darkened silhouette stood by it, giving a little wave of their phone. 

Oh.

Did I really not recognize where I was...?

That's sad. 

1:50 [(Y/n)]

Sleep deprivation made me forget where you lived

[Midoriya] 1:50

That's sad.

[Midoriya] 1:50

Are you going home soon? 

The screen seemed to fog over and I yawned again. I blinked dazed at the screen before deciding just to call him. 

"I'm going to pass out, I swear." 

"Please don't." I closed my eyes and sat down on the roof with crossed legs, holding the phone at my ear. "What does roof-hopping at two in the morning have to do with your quirk?" 

"Tryin' to find Fuír," I mumbled into the receiver as I rubbed a hand down my face. 

I heard a sigh on the other end, "Leave it for another night. We can search for them together, but you're not going to be happy with yourself in the morning if you wake up and find yourself in a dumpster." 

"...True." I saw movement in the side of my eye and turned, two silhouettes jumping down from a building in the distance. "Can I stay over tonight? I'll be gone in the morning, Mom and Father think I'm asleep." 

"Sure," He agreed. "For some reason, I don't think you'd make it home." 

"Th'nks for the conf'dence." I muttered in slurs. I yawned again, shaking myself back into continuousness. "Hey, leave your window open? I have one more thing to do." 

"Okay." 

I hung up the phone and stood, time to figure out if those two were who I was looking for. I saw Midoriya retreat from the window as I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, keeping an eye open for the two. But of course, they are vigilantes with a stress on stealth, so if they didn't want me to find them, I probably wouldn't. 

I stopped at the building the two were previously at, tiredly gazing down at the alley below. One hooded figure and a wolf were fighting a mob of ten. 

The hooded figure was Trick, his hood poking up in the two places his quirk-induced ears were. The tail of a fox waved behind him, slow and content as he tripped the men, dancing around them and jumping over their shoulders when they attacked him. The wolf was white as snow, but a single stripe of black went down its back. 

The two worked in sinc, Trick distracting the enemies while the wolf attacked and protected him. 

Was the wolf a pet or a person? Maybe a member of Fuír? 

The wolf tilted it's head upward, and I could tell it's red eyes were on me. The animal hissed out a growl as it knocked down another attacker. 

"Well aren't you feisty today?" Trick called to his friend. The wolf gave a little howl in response, and the vigilante paused for a split second. "Ah, that makes sense." 

I reached into my pocket, pulling out my nerf gun and settled into a crouch on the wall. I watched as a man crept up behind Trick and aimed my gun at him, but Trick spun and roundhouse kicked the guy. 

Honestly, it didn't seem like they needed any help. 

Doesn't mean I wasn't going to return the favor from before. 

I aimed at group around the wolf, and shot one of the aggressors in the eye. I winced as it connected, the man reared back with a cry as his quirk shut off. 

The wolf knocked him unconscious as I watched the scene. I pulled the reload bar back, hearing the toy's holder shift as the bullets revolved. 

There was only two men left, I aimed at the one attacking Trick, shooting the back of his head. It wouldn't exactly hurt, per say, but it definitely made the man flinch enough for Trick to take him out. 

The boy stood on the tips of his toes as he stretched out, arms high above his head. When he settled back his tail waved rhythmically behind him again. 

The wolf sat back on its hind legs and stared up at me as I clicked the safety switch and hid the gun in my jacket once more. Trick picked up the rubber bullet between two fingers and turned to look up at me as well. 

"Well, isn't this a nice twist of fate?" 

"Hello," I greeted him, giving the vigilante a small wave. I shifted my weight and jumped down, not particularly bothering to scale down. After all, it was only a two story building.

The boy whistled as I landed, "Impressive."

"Trick, right?" 

"Aw, you've heard of me?" 

"How could I not? I've been looking for you." I observed him and the wolf as it slowly stood on its paws. "Would it be possible to join Fuír?" 

Trick blinked once, then twice. "Huh, normally that's not the request I'd get." The wolf blew out a puff of air, stepping behind Trick. The moment it's head was behind him, a swirling mass of white and black engulfed it. 

I started at it, wondering if I had just passed out from fatigue or if that really just happened. 

The swirl of colors was gone in mere moments, revealing the form of Eclipse in his vigilante costume of dark black pants and a low cut white dress-shirt and black vest. 

...He could transform.

Ah, that's so cool—!

I pushed down my inner-Midoriya and forced myself to calm. "And you're Eclipse?"

"We don't make spur of the moment recruits." Eclipse closed his red eyes in what seemed like irritation. 

"Aw, Eclipse, come on!" Trick whined at the other. "She seems like fun!"

Eclipse let out a breath, "You can't make that decision without Ludere and Datum." 

Trick pouted at the other. "But—" 

"You don't have to make a decision tonight." I raised an eyebrow at them. Honestly, I didn't expect Trick to be like a mirror of Li and Joans. "I can come back here later." 

"Yes!" 

"Fine." Eclipse grabbed his partner's arm, "We have more work to do." 

"Okayyyyy!" Trick followed after his friend, turning to wave goodbye to me before they disappeared in the darkness. 

Level Four

I climbed into the window of Midoriya's room, nearly tripping over my own feet. The boy was laying on his stomach in his bed when I came in, writing in his notebook. A mattress had already been set out on the ground for me. 

Midoriya paused and looked up. "Finish what you needed to?" 

"Mhm," I closed the window behind me and dropped the curtains. I dropped down onto the bed next to him, "What'cha doin'?" 

He shifted the book closer to me and I stared at the nearly completely filled pages...about my quirk. "I've been trying to think of ideas." 

"Midoriya...wow." There were so many theories written down, but I couldn't focus my eyes enough to read the pages. "You didn't have to stay up so late for me." 

"Well, I thought you might want some ideas for Eraserhead's training tomorrow." 

"Babysitting," I corrected him before I gave him a tired smile and threw an arm around him. "Thank you." 

And he beamed back.

Level Four

Midoriya and I left General Education early the next day to get to the field outside. Eraserhead was in the same place as the day before, settled against the wall and watching us like he would rather be anywhere else. 

Midoriya and I were sat on the grass, he had his notebook out and was giving some of his ideas. "How about you try to get someone to remember?" He suggested. "If the world winds up resetting then it would be a good idea to get someone to remember the reset." 

"I do hope you know saying is easier than doing." 

"Try to make me remember." 

I stared at the boy, raising an eyebrow. "You just want to know what the other lives were like."

"Of course I do!" He gave a small nod as he mirrored my expression. "It would help you practice, and I might remember something." 

...He did have a point. 

I remembered back at the USJ, how Tomura hesitated when I said the same words I had in the life he knew me.

I narrowed my eyes at the ground as I thought back, it was hard to remember words I'd said over twenty years ago. 

"Fancy seeing you here." 

Confusion spread on my friend's face, "What?" 

"I don't know," I ran a hand through my hair, "when I mirrored my words to Tomi he seemed to have a reaction." 

"...So you said that to me before?" 

I nodded, "Dagobah beach. I was with my friends and I thought you might be able to help me with something." 

"Dagobah? Isn't that the garbage beach, why were we there? And what did you ask?" 

I shrugged, "Balance questions. I was a law student in that life, but I couldn't fight for the life of me. And yeah, but Dagobah was clean then. You actually said it was a special place to you." 

"...I can't imagine you not being able to fight.” He paused for a moment. “And I don’t see why Dagobah would be special.”

I gave a soft laugh and shrugged, "Comes with being young for around fifty years. Lot of practice. And I probably changed that when I met you." 

"What else did you say?" 

I assumed he meant to him, so I thought back again. “I’m not a fighter,” I saw his face draw up in confusion. “I don’t immediately think to run in to save someone.” I mirrored my actions from that life on the beach, the scene coming to the front of my mind until I could see the beach again. Until I thought I was really back in time, just sitting in the sand with Midoriya, seeing Cassandra and Kao building castles in the background. 

Unconsciously, I shrugged, “Not hero material.” 

I flash of...something went through his eyes and he tentatively reached up to his head. 

“But...”

“I made my choice a while—“ My mind snapped back to the present, and my voice died in my throat. 

My friend looked confused, staring at the ground as if he couldn’t quite grasp something. 

“Are...are you okay?” 

“I...” His eyes narrowed further, and I didn’t think that was possible. “It’s there, I remember you saying that.” 

My eyes widened, “What, really?” 

“I remember that...but I can’t...” His hand was tight on his hair, eyes desperately searching for something I couldn’t see. “All I see is fog...I remember those words, but I don’t know where or how. It feels...wrong.” 

My mood dropped. He was right, the Midoriya I said that to so long ago isn’t the Midoriya before me. The person I used to know doesn’t exist anymore, so the memories shouldn’t either. But here they were, still there with no reason to be. 

Midoriya shook his head, dropping his hand as he seemed to calm. When he noticed my expression, he quickly spoke, “B-but that’s a good thing! People can remember the other lives like you.” 

“But they’re not supposed to.” 

Level Four

I went to the same alley as last night, sitting on one of the pipes. The night sky hung above me as I waited. 

“So you are here.” I looked up to see Eclipse there, in the same outfit as yesterday. I pushed myself off the pipes, humming in acknowledgement. 

“Come on, Ludere and Datum want to meet you.” 

Chapter Text

Eclipse led me through the streets, we had passed a few people that waved to him. Apparently he was popular in this area. We arrived at a small building, seemingly abandoned. 

He walked in without hesitation, and I slowly followed. 

This didn't seem like a headquarters. 

But that's obvious, right? They wouldn't show a newbie their hideout. 

"Nerf-girl!" I looked over at the exclamation, Trick was perched on a rundown couch in the middle of the warehouse. A girl sat regally on the arm rest next to him, her hair was short blonde and tamed, and her eyes glowed yellow in the light. 

Trick was in his normal white hood, black jacket, brown pants and white gloves and boots. The other girl wore a red slip on jacket with white furred ends, a white blouse and brown shorts with the addition of red fingerless gloves and dark brown heeled boots. 

I figured the girl was either Datum or Ludere. 

"Hey, Trick." I greeted the vigilante as he jumped up from his seat on the couch. The girl was much like Eclipse, who didn't seem at all interested in any part of me. 

She narrowed her eyes at me, a glint of amusement shimmering in them. "So you're the girl who shot someone in the eye?" 

Not my finest moment, I still cringed at the thought of that. "I am. And you are?" 

Her red lips curled up, "My, now that's rude. Asking someone's name before introducing yourself first." 

..."Reset. You can call me Reset." 

"That's better." She nodded her head, "You may call me Ludere." 

"It's nice to meet you." Ludere did not return the gesture. Eclipse's form swirled in white before a wolf took his place. The animal padded it's way to the carpet and promptly lied down. Trick's excitable persona flickered for a moment as his partner collapsed, before it was back full force. "I thought I was meeting Datum, too?" 

"She'll be here shortly," Ludere waved a manicured hand. 

Trick grinned, "Datum's always busy. We couldn't get along without her!" 

"Let's get this started." Ludere gestured to the other couch. "Go ahead and sit." 

I followed the instruction, carefully seating myself on one of the cushions. 

"So, why do you wish to be part of Fuír?" 

"Actually, I have a question for you all first." Ludere blinked at me, as if she didn't expect me to interrupt her perfect planned out speech. Eclipse's ears flicked up as Trick grinned. 

"Ooooh, I'm curious. What is it?" 

"You all are vigilantes. I've seen you protect and aid heroes, along with taking down villains for no reward. What's your objective? What does Fuír want to do?" 

The three were silent, seeming to be observing me. Eclipse nudged Trick's foot and the boy started to speak. "Not everyone's the same." He explained, "Mammalian is here to protect people, while Mahífero is here to help us." 

Mammalian and Mahífero. They were the two subdivisions of Fuír. Mammalian consisted of Eclipse and Trick, the two were always out fighting and protecting people. Mahífero was a less known group, working in the shadows like an underground hero would. 

"So if you were told of a villain attack on a group of students, would you intervene?" 

Ludere narrowed her eyes on me, "Are you speaking of the League of Villain's attack on the Unforeseen Simulation Joint?" 

"I am." 

"If we knew about that attack, we would have helped those children. Those two youths did not deserve to die at the hands of villainy." Ludere's expression shifted to regret for a brief moment before it was masked again. "Datum and I were actually investigating the League. If we were faster, Mammalian could have saved them." 

Trick nudged her side, "You both did your best." 

She didn't agree nor disagree. But she did shake her head. "This not an investigation of us, it's an interview for you. Please answer the question." 

"I want to join to help people," I answered. "And I have a feeling you all would be good to know of for the future." 

"And, pray tell, what does that mean?" 

"If time could be turned back, and you could save those two kids, would you do it?" 

Her golden eyes narrowed into a glare at me, "We are not here to reminisce—" 

"That's your quirk!" Trick clasped a fist to his flat hand. "Reset. It turns back time!" 

I muttered under my breath, "Well, aren't you clever." I sighed, "Look, I want to be able to rely on you all when time is turned back. To do that, I need to be able to understand and trust you all in this life." 

Ludere's eyes were narrowed and distrustful, and for a moment I thought I was completely wasting my time. 

"I'm for it!" Trick called, and Eclipse gave a soft growl. "Eclipse doesn't care. So just you and Datum." 

Ludere gave a long, drawn out sigh. "Datum, what do you think?" 

I narrowed my eyes at the teenager. Why were they addressing the other like she was here...wait a moment. 

Trick snapped his fingers and the air beside me shifted, twisting into the form of a person. Standing next to me was a short girl. Her red eyes were like Eclipses'. Her hair was pure white and went down to her shoulders. A dark red cape dwarfed her figure, and I could only really see a tiny glimpse of a white blouse and black jeans tucked into dark brown combat boots. 

"She is interesting," Datum spoke, her voice soft and a little childish. The girl tilted her head at me, as if assessing her words. "Truthful." 

"Um..." I hesitated. "You've been here the whole time, haven't you?" 

"Yes," She nodded her head. 

Fantastic. 

"Well, if Datum says you're truthful, we have to believe her." Ludere sighed and waved her hand. The form of the warehouse shifted and distorted. I shut my eyes, feeling sick before opening them a few moments later to complete stillness. 

The dirty warehouse was gone, but now a furnished, well kept home. The room we were in seemed to be the living room, with two plush couches, a few beanbags and a television in the corner.

Holy crap. They both had illusion quirks. 

"Soooooo, no more acting?" Trick questioned Datum, who gave a single nod. "Oh, thank God," The boy breathed out an exhausted sigh as he dropped down onto the wolf. 

Eclipse's head shot up to stare at the vigilante who collapsed on him. If a wolf could raise an eyebrow, that was definitely what the animal looked like. 

The wolf shifted, settling back down as it's tail wrapped around the boy. 

Okay, well I didn't expect that. 

"Here," Datum held out a sheet of paper, and I glanced down at it. On it, was a some kind of phone number, or a code. 

289.727.6301

"Type this in your phone subject. It is a secure communication." 

"Oh, I see." I took the paper in my hand before folding it and placing it in my pocket. 

"It's late, Reset." Ludere stood from her perch on the couch. "You're, what, fourteen? Head home so you are well rested for school." 

Level Four

I ignored part of homeroom in favor of Fuír. I had slipped my phone out during Present Mic's lecture and typed in the number Datum gave me. When I clicked enter, my phone screen glitched, a green twitch of light in the display before it was gone and a new chat was open. 

[Fuír]

<Unknown has entered the chatroom.> 

<Unknown has been changed to identification code: "Reset">

[Datum] 8:37

Hello, Reset. Are you enjoying class? 

8:38 [Reset]

Do you know who Present Mic is? 

[Datum] 8:39

Present Mic: Real Name is Yamada Hizashi. Popular hero with his own radio show. Teaches at U.A.. Quirk: Voice enhancer. Has an unknown relationship with Aizawa Shouta. 

[Eclipse] 8:39 

Other words: Yes.

[Trick] 8:40

Who doesn't know Present Mic? You'd have to live under a rock. 

8:40 [Reset]

Try dealing with him at eight in the morning.

8:40 [Reset]

And take a guess how I'm enjoying class. 

[Trick] 8:41

...Present Mic is your teacher

[Trick] 8:41

Ouch 

[Datum] 8:42

Clarification: Present Mic teaches General Education: 1-C. Conclusion: You are in General Education? 

8:43 [Reset]

Yes to all of the questions

8:43 [Reset]

Wait whose Aizawa Shouta? 

[Datum] 8:44

Name: Aizawa Shouta. Affiliation: High chance of being a hero. Works at U.A. Quirk: Erasure. 93% chance of being the underground hero Eraserhead.

I blinked at my screen. So Eraserhead might be this Aizawa Shouta? That's interesting information, and I might be able to confirm it later today. 

8:45 [Reset]

Eraserhead's "babysitting" me last period

8:45 [Reset]

Maybe I could see if he's Aizawa Shouta? 

[Datum] 8:46

Yes. Confirmation will be nice to add to his file. 

8:46 [Reset]

Honestly, I'm a little concerned  about how much you know about everything...

8:47 [Reset]

Oh, and is your quirk some kind of analysis or data gathering? 

[Datum] 8:48

Incorrect and correct. My ability is not one of analytical, but it is useful for information. 

[Ludere] 8:49 

You should not be messaging us during school hours. What should happen if someone accesses the cameras and see this chat? 

8:49 [Reset]

:/ Fine

I exited off the chat and slid my phone away. 

Level Four

I laid in the grass, staring at the sky. Midoriya wasn't in today's training session, as the lesson we were skipping was actually important. 

"So, your name is Eraserhead?" 

"No." 

"Okay, my bad. So your hero name is Eraserhead?" 

The dark-clad man raised tired eyes to me, small bits of irritation visible. "If you already know, then don't ask." 

I raised both hands, casted and non-casted, in a placating gesture, "Didn't mean to make you all hostile." I moved my arms to cross them behind my head like a pillow. "You know, I can't tell if you act like this to all your students or you just don't like me."  

"To be frank, I don't trust you." I turned my head to the underground hero as his eyes bored into me.  

"I understand that," I said. "After all, who would trust someone that could manipulate you without even knowing it?" 

"Hey, sorry I'm late!" Midoriya jogged over, dropping his school bag in the grass. "What'd I miss?" 

"Stargazing." 

"...It's day." 

I pointed up at the sky, "The sun, is in fact, a star." 

"Please don't stare at the sun." 

I snorted as I pushed myself up. "Hey, Eraserhead, I've been wondering something." The man turned his attention to me, but didn't say anything. "What would happen if you used your quirk on me? Would I not be able to reset when I die?" 

The man raised a disbelieving eyebrow, skepticism in his tone. "You want your quirk erased?" 

I nodded as his eyes narrowed. Then the back irises faded into a piercing red and his dark hair rose up. I blinked. 

"I'm not fee—" I jolted as something slammed into my thoughts, not a realization, but like my thoughts were some physical object and a brick was chucked at it. The pain was gone, and I was in some kind of...field? 

My eyes connected with the man before be, his hair raised, red eyes on me. The man looked terrifying and I shrunk back. How had I gotten here? Wasn't I just in my dorm in Erickson, preparing for a medical exam? 

"W-Who are you?" I sputtered out, leaning heavily on my arms behind me and cried out as pain shot through my left one. I pulled the arm before me to cradle it, when I froze. It was...in a cast? 

What the hell? Who was this man, what did he do to me? 

His hair dropped, and his eyes narrowed, seemingly puzzled. 

“(L/n)?” A soft voice questioned from left and I shot my head to it. I didn’t recognize the voice, but the boy before me, I’d seen him somewhere. His green hair and eyes, freckled face. Where had I...? 

“Oh!” Suddenly, I remembered. “You’re that kid from the Sludge Villain incident!” I stopped myself from adding: The suicidal one!

But this didn’t really make sense. What was I doing here? With this black-clad man and the kid from the incident on T.V.?

“S-Sludge Villain?” The greenette sputtered, “What do you mean? What Sludge Villain?” 

Puzzled, I tilted my head. “A few months ago..? A kid was trapped in a Sludge Villain and you ran out to save him.” 

“That...” He paused, turning to glance at the man who looked just as confused. “(L/n), that never happened.” 

“...It didn’t?” What was he talking about? I knew I saw it on the television, at home with Mom. And how did he even know my name? I ran a hand through my hair and gave an agitated sigh and rose my cast. “How did I get this?”

“You don’t remember..?” I saw a flash in my head, the image of a watching a television screen, Joans sitting beside me. Some kind of...obstacle race? No...that was the Sports Festival, but that wasn’t till a few weeks, wasn’t it? 

The boy’s eyes widened. “Can you tell me my name?” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “No. Why would I know your name? We’ve never met before.” He paled, and my mind pulled something else up, some kind of attack? I heard Joans talking about an attack on Hosu as he showed me a video on his phone. A video of the Hero Killer Stain, calling out ‘Deku’ as an equal to that of All Might. Behind the vigilantes form was the boy before me, covered in injuries. 

“Deku...?” The boy before me flinched at the word. “...Is that your name?” Something shifted in my mind, and I grasped my head as new images came. A fight, a man clasped in hands? He was running at Deku, and I remembered...jumping in the way? 

A distant memory of pain etching across my face, and I felt my eyes water. What was happening?

“Hey, (Y/n), calm down!” Deku’s form was blurred before me as images rushed in my eyes. I stumbled on my feet, memories stabbing my mind. “Eraserhead’s getting help, you’re going to go into shock if you don’t calm down!” 

Ha.. calm down..? How can you be calm when there are millions of knives stabbing at your head? 

My fogged vision gained color, maybe pink or purple? A smell caught in my lungs and my body fell. 

Chapter Text

When Midnight arrived, she had immediately sent (L/n) into unconsciousness. Izuku and Eraserhead stopped the girl from hitting the floor, and the teacher instantly took the student in his arms and went to the infirmary. 

Izuku had followed after, taking their bags with him. Recovery Girl was not pleased when Eraserhead explained what happened and set (L/n) on one of the beds. 

The nurse said (L/n) would be fine, but it still worried Izuku. She had forgotten everything, he assumed she only remembered her first life. He was worried she wouldn't remember when she woke up. 

He pulled out (L/n)'s phone from her bag, sending a mental apology for the invasion of privacy before logging in. He had forgotten his phone at home, so he couldn't message her parents without it. 

2:16 [(Y/n)]

(L/n)'s going to be late getting home. We're in the nurses office right now. Recovery Girl said (L/n)'s going to be okay—so don't worry! 

[Father] 2:18

Wait, what happened? Why is (Y/n) in the nurses office? 

Izuku looked back at (L/n), sleeping soundly. Her father didn't know about her quirk, and it wasn't his place to say. 

2:19 [(Y/n)]

I think it was stress? 

[Father] 2:20

Thank you for telling me, kid. We'll make sure she doesn't overwork herself anymore 

The phone buzzed a few times in his hand, signaling some kind of text messages. A drop down notification appeared on the top of the screen, and he saw the name Fuír. 

Izuku blinked, curious. (L/n) hadn't told him she found them. Nor that they had some kind of group chat. He clicked it open.

[Fuír]

<Reset has entered the chatroom> 

[Eclipse] 2:22

No, we are not going to burn down a building

[Datum] 2:22

Hello, Reset.

[Trick] 2:22

oH MY GOD. PERFECT TIMING RESET! 

[Eclipse] 2:23 

I stand by my statement. 

[Trick] 2:23

Come'on tell him that you're allowed to burn down a building if it's abandoned and for good reasons. 

[Eclipse] 2:24

No

[Ludere] 2:24

Stop, you're being idiotic. 

[Trick] 2:24

ಠ_ಠ 

<Ludere has left the chatroom> 

He blinked at the chat, confusion etching on his features. This is what Fuír was like..? 

2:25 [Reset]

You all are Fuír? I've heard a lot about you! 

[Trick] 2:25 

(•ิ_•ิ)? 

[Datum] 2:25 

Oh, I see.

<Reset has been changed to identification code: "Mido.I"> 

[Datum] 2:26

My apologies, I did not know what name you would like to be addressed by. 

[Datum] 2:27

Would you like the code to join the chat as well? 

[Trick] 2:27

(•ิ_•ิ)????

[Eclipse] 2:28

It's the kid Datum was talking about earlier. Y'know, Reset's friend. Don't act so surprised. 

2.29 [Mido.I]

You all know about me?

[Datum] 2:29

I saw you in Reset's memory. You are very interesting. 

[Datum] 2:30

289.727.6301

2:31 [Mido.I]

You want me to join? Isn't this a Fuír only chat? 

[Datum] 2:31

Usually that is the case. The code above is the number of the chatroom. 

Level Four

Switch

When I opened my eyes, I immediately regretted it. The lights were too bright and they didn't help with my massive headache. 

"(L/n)?" I rubbed my hands over my eyes before I looked over to the voice. Midoriya was sitting at my bedside, looking more worried than usual. And for some reason, I was in a hospital room? 

"Ugh," I groaned at the headache. "Please answer me honestly. Did I drink a full bottle of beer?" 

The boy sputtered, "N-no! What are you—no, you did not drink!" 

"Okay," I shut my eyes. "Then that rules out the reasons for my migraine." 

"Oh, you're awake." I didn't open my eyes again, but it sounded like a sweet old lady. I guessed she was the nurse. "Did I hear migraine? Here, take these." 

I squinted my eyes open, and it was, in fact, a sweet old lady. Recovery Girl was standing next to Midoriya, holding out a hand of gummies. 

Okay, sure. Why not? 

I took a few and immediately swallowed them. In just a few moments, my headache died down to nearly nothing. 

"I feel like I was just blessed." I sat up quickly, a wave of nausea ran over me but I shook it off. "You are a life saver, thank you." 

A frown tugged at the woman's lips, and I wondered what I said wrong. "I don't know what Aizawa's quirk did to you, but you had immense mental damage to your limbic system." 

Limbic System, that's the part of the brain that controls memories. 

And that's when I remembered being in the field, Eraserhead's quirk, and my memories just...disappearing. 

Then I remembered what I called Midoriya. I winced, "Midoriya, I'm sorry. I promise you when I called you Deku it wasn't an insult." 

"...It wasn't?" 

"No! You know about my quirk, and how you were supposed to have—a different quirk? That was your hero name, Deku." 

His nose scrunched up, "I chose Deku? That's just...why would I choose Deku?" 

"I don't know." I frowned. "I didn't know you well in those lives." 

"You didn't?" 

I shook my head. "Only short encounters. Like seeing you on the television, or at the hospital." I saw Recovery Girl glance at Midoriya who scrunched up his face. "Remember, you broke your bones a lot." 

"I get that—but why were you at the hospital?" 

I blinked. "I worked there—well I was a medical student." 

"...So that's why you said you weren't 'hero material' earlier?" 

I nodded. "Back then, I'd only been a medical kid." 

The door clicked open, and we glanced over. Eraserhead walked in. He looked the same, but with about a month of bring friends with Shinsou I could tell there was a little worry in his expression. 

"I see you're awake." His voice as monotone as ever. "How are you feeling?" 

"Fantastic, Recovery Girl is a God." 

"Good. Then do you know what happened?" 

Midoriya leaned back to look at the teacher and spoke before I could. "Your quirk erased (L/n)'s memories of all of her lives except her first one. The pain didn't come from your quirk, but the memories of them coming back." He turned to me, "Right?" 

"Good guess." I nodded my head, "Midoriya's right. Remembering around forty years all at once isn't a fun experience."

"Well, at least we know what happens when you loose your quirk. (L/n), head home when you feel well enough. You too, Midoriya." Eraserhead turned, making his way back to the door. "And we're meeting in the teacher's lounge instead of the field tomorrow." 

"Okay, Aizawa~Sensei." The man paused before leaving the room. Midoriya blinked at me and I smiled back. 

Ha. Recovery Girl gave me your name.

Level Four

We met in the teacher's lounge, just like instructed. When we had entered, Aizawa and Present Mic were there. The tired hero seemed to be grading paperwork, while the loud one was leaning over his shoulder. 

It kind of reminded me of Eclipse and Trick. 

"Here," I said as Midoriya closed the door behind us. 

Present Mic looked up, "Ah! Little listeners!" 

"Hi, Present Mic!" Midoriya waved at our teacher and the hero grinned widely. 

"So, what're we doing here?" 

"Free day." Aizawa didn't even look up. "No training today." 

"I'm confused." 

"I think he means we spend last period here," Midoriya explained. I blinked, but ultimately decided it wasn't that weird. 

"Okay, sure. Do you have any games in here?" 

"Do we have any games?" Present Mic looked affronted. "Of course we do! Who do you think we are? Cavemen?" The hero walked over to the television set, opening a small cabinet underneath. The cabinet revealed an Xbox and Wii, along with a few stacks of games. 

The hero booted up the Xbox and handed the two of us controllers before returning to Aizawa's side. 

"What do you want to play?" Midoriya asked as we sat on the carpet, controllers wirelessly connected to the game console. 

I closed my eyes and moved the left stick around then clicked 'A'. 

"Minecraft." Midoriya announced as I opened my eyes to the load up screen. 

I clicked my tongue, "Nice." 

Level Four

I would not be surprised if class was almost over. Or already over. We'd been playing for so long we were almost able to make a nether portal. Present Mic had joined at one point too,  while Aizawa has finished grading papers and was watching from the couch. 

Present Mic thought it would be a good idea to go into creative mode, as we didn't turn cheats off. 

"A-ah! Sensei that's cheating!" Midoriya exclaimed as I saw the system menu on Mic's screen. The man caught in the act of cheating to get two more obsidian blocks. 

"I swear to God, if you don't go back into Gamemode Zero right now. I'm actually going to slap you." 

Mic's screen paused, and I heard shifting behind me. Midoriya, at my left, blinked at me.

"What?" 

"(L/n), you just.." Midoriya trailed off, eyes wide.

"You activated your quirk." Aizawa's voice came from behind me, and my head shot up as I stared back at them. 

"I what?" I frantically asked. How did I...what did I do?

"When you said that you breathed out fog!" Midoriya exclaimed and I looked back at him. 

"...Fog?" 

He nodded frantically. "It has to do with your quirk! The fog means something!" 

"Ha! Games are good for you!" Mic Three his hands up but I was too confused.

"I activated my quirk...by a game." I narrowed my eyes on the Xbox controller. "That's actually really sad. How did I even make the fog?" 

"It's voice activated!" Midoriya scrambled over to his bag and pulled out his notebook, flipping to the page that held his theories of my quirk. "Considering your quirk is game related, it was a game term that activated it. So, Gamemode?" 

I held a hand to my mouth and said, "Gamemode." I saw a small wisp of yellow on my hand. 

"Huh, that was smaller than before. Maybe try repeating the same thing?" 

"Damn, I don't remember it. Ummm, if you don't go into Gamemode Zero, I'm going to slap you." 

"There! It's 'Gamemode Zero'. Both the words together!"

I whispered the words together, watching the yellow wisps of fog land on my palm and face from existence. Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw something twist in the air. 

My head shot up, I heard the teacher’s ask what happened, but I wasn’t taking in their words. In the corner of the room was a person. They were dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. Their hair was a darker shade of black than I thought black could even be. Their eyes were yellow, no hues of anything else. Just one shade of yellow. Around the person’s wrists and under their feet was a small, swirling vortex of yellow.

Just like the color of my fog. 

...Then he was gone.

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Due to the deaths of Asui Tsuyu and Mineta Minoru, Yuuei canceled the Sports Festival. It really wasn't a surprise, as a lot of the students were expecting it. 

All for One would have considered this a win. Knowing this, the two would probably attack Yuuei again soon. Maybe this time they'd kill more than two students. 

I knew this life would come to end soon, and that my new one is approaching rapidly. 

Uraraka and Iida seemed to be doing a little better, but it's understandable they wouldn't get over the death of a classmate. Shinsou was a lot more comfortable with the two, and even wound up teasing Iida about his personality. Midoriya and I still met up to train with Aizawa. Though training pretty much consisted of: "How much fog can I make?" Answer: not much. 

And that boy I’d seen in the teacher’s lounge? He hadn’t made a reappearance. 

Fuír was normal. Well, as normal as a vigilante group could get. I never got to know their real names, or how much they knew about the future. (I was understandably peeved when Midoriya explained to me Datum's quirk was creeping around in people's memories.) 

Currently, I was out with Fuír, well, Mammalian to be exact. We'd pretty much decided that my vigilante costume would be a dark black mask that only covered a little under my eyebrows to a little above my nose, as well as a long (f/c) scarf. My outfit was a black kimono-like dress shirt. The sleeves of it were long and hanging, as impractical as it was, I loved watching them fly around as I scaled buildings or parkour'ed around. Lastly, I wore a short dark skort—yes a skort, I'm not pulling those cliche anime moments where a boy sees up my skirt. No—and dark black combat boots. 

I'd also learned the basics of my teammates quirks. Datum could see into the memories of whoever she touched. Ludere could alter the perception of whoever she was around. Basically, she could douse a whole building in complete illusions. Trick and Eclipse seemed to have multiple or multi-layer quirks. 

Trick basically had the essence of a fox. The tail and ears were not for show. His quirk gave him fantastic eyesight, and like Eclipse, he could transform into an animal too. Trick's form was a fox, though he didn't like to transform as much as Eclipse did, as it didn't do much for him. Trick also had the ability of illusions, but he could only mask one person in an illusion. 

Eclipse could turn into a wolf, but that was stronger when the moon was visible. His hearing and smell was better than the average person, and I swear he could bite freaking metal in half—terrifying. (Albeit I only saw him do it once, but still.) 

We were chilling on the rooftop between jobs, and according to the other two, we were getting close to the other vigilante's territory. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I slipped it out of my skort. 

[Fuir]

<Reset has entered the chatroom> 

<Eclipse has entered the chatroom> 

I looked over at the other two. While I was leaning against the edge of the roof, Eclipse was rested against the doorway to the building below. Trick was sprawled over his legs, but levered himself up to read the chat when Eclipse angled it down to him as well. 

[Mido.I] 11:38

How are you all doing? 

11:41 [Reset] 

Resting, we might head in soon.

[Eclipse] 11:42

We're definitely heading in soon. Trick is falling asleep. 

"I'm not falling asleep..." Trick mumbled as he settled back down on the other. 

Eclipse huffed, "I think you're lying to me." 

I saw Trick look up and pout at him before his form was surrounded in orange. When the light was gone, a fox was curled up in his place. 

"I'm guessing you're carrying him back?" 

"Do I have a choice?" The other complained as he ran a hand through the animal's fur. 

"Let's go, then. Before we all fall asleep." 

Level Four

The next day Midoriya and I were at my house. The training session had ended about an hour ago and Shinsou had to go home. 

"Hey, do you wanna stay over tonight?" 

"I have to ask Mom, but probably." Midoriya looked up from the homework Present Mic assigned. "Why, what's up?" 

"Nothing, really." 

Level Four

I woke up around eleven at night, and looked over the side of my bed. Midoriya was sound asleep on the air mattress. Carefully, I slipped out of bed and grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and one of my ink pens. Quietly, I wrote down a note on the paper. I folded the note up when I was done, and signed my friends name on it. I left the note where I knew he'd see it, and left. 

Level Four

Switch

Izuku woke up around twelve-ish after hearing one of the neighbors yelling outside. He heard from (L/n) that that was a normal occurrence, and how the neighbors didn't understand the concept of time. 

He rolled over on the air mattress, and his eyes saw a gleam of white and green. He blinked at the lime ink letters spelling out his name on the paper. 

He blinked sleepy eyes at the letter before picking up the letter in his fingers. He turned his phone on and dimmed it so he wouldn't wake (L/n) and started reading. 

Midoriya, 

I don't know if you'll actually be able to read this, but if you do, then here: 

I'm so glad that I met you in this life. I know that you'd shoot me with your nerf gun if I apologized for meeting you that day before I started Aldera. And I know you told me that you wouldn't want a quirk that only hurt you. But it's because of you that everyone in the USJ survived before. I don't know how, but I'd like to figure it out. The quirk you're supposed to have also has me wondering. 

You're going to hate me for this, and I know it. I'm going to reset again. I know Tomura, so I know the League will be attacking Yuuei again soon. So I'm going to step up before that happens.

Izuku jolted up, reaching over to turn the light on in the room. (L/n)'s bed was empty. And her phone was sitting on the nightstand. 

Dread piled in his stomach as he quickly dialed Eraserhead. 

"Kid, I swear—" 

"It's (Y/n)!" He interrupted the teacher. He never interrupted a teacher. 

He could tell he got the man's attention. "What about her?" 

Izuku pulled on his jacked and shoes as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear. "She said the League's going to attack again, and she's going to reset!" He grabbed the note in his hand, having not read the end of it yet. "She's going to the League's hideout. Do you know if we can get someone to stop her?" 

He slipped out of her room, running quickly but quietly through the house before he got to the front door, unlocked, opened, locked, and left. 

"Shit." Izuku heard shuffling in the background. "Kid, don't do anything stupid. Stay home, we'll stop her." The phone clicked off. 

Stay home? Was he serious? 

He wasn't staying home. 

He needed to remember where the League's base was. (L/n) said they defeated the League before, so it had to be somewhere in his memories. He thought back to the fog in his mind when (L/n) had said those words back on the field.

"I'm not a fighter. I don't immediately think to run in to save someone." (L/n) said as her eyes seemed to cloud over. Izuku remembered his mind seeming to fog over, the words ringing double in his mind. He heard her voice twice over, but he also heard the sound of waves crashing in the distance. 

When it happened, it seemed like someone was trying to tear his mind apart. There was something wrong, and he could tell, but it was like the way to fix it was only going to hurt more.

The answer had to of been behind that sheet of fog over his memories. So he pushed past them, listening for the waves as he replayed her words. 

He saw the beach, and he nearly lost his focus when he saw how clean it was. It looked nothing like the garbage infested place it was now. 

"Fancy seeing you here."He looked up and saw (L/n) standing there, in a (f/c) coverup and her sandals in her hand.

While he was excited he could see his past memories, this wasn't the time for it. He thought harder. 

League of Villains. What do I know about the League?

A new wall of fog appeared, seeming to be getting a little dimmer, and he pushed past it like he did the other one. 

A monster. There was a monster before him. 

He saw the villain from the news, the one with the decay quirk. He was standing behind the monster, his hand almost touching a girl's face. —Asui Tsuyu—his mind provided. While the teenager was about to attack Asui, his eyes were on Izuku. 

And the monster was between them. 

"Nomu."

He remembered feeling fear as the monster raised up its arms. 

"Tomi, wait!" He heard (L/n)'s voice, but all he saw was the monster. Something wrapped around his waist, pulling him back and a form stepped between them. 

It was (L/n). She pushed him away from the monster, the villain startled in confusion, but couldn't command the monster to stop in time. He saw (L/n)'s form hit the ground and his eyes went wide. 

...She just jumped in to save me. 

She gave her life to save me.

He wiped the tears from his face. She would die again if he couldn't figure this out. 

Come on...come on

This time, he didn't see a wall of fog. His first sight was a broken building. He saw a huge, terrifying villain standing before All Might. 

There was still so much destruction, but he knew where it was.

Kamino. 

He texted the place to Eraserhead as he started running in the direction of the broken place. 

Switch

I felt bad about only leaving a note. After all, he was my best friend. He deserved more than a "Sorry, I'm going to go kill myself." 

Most people would ask, “why are you going to have your friend kill you, rather than pop a few pills or jump off those buildings you like so much?” Well, the main reason to that was that I was afraid to kill myself, even though I had already died three times before. And I wanted to see Tomi again, and if he didn’t know me I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed me the first time he saw me.

At least it was less painful than when the Nomu killed me.

I shook the thoughts out of my head as I jumped from rooftop to rooftop. I had missed the earlier train, and I didn't think it was wise to wait at the train station. 

I faltered as I felt a twinge in my mind. I shook it off as nerves and continued on.  

Switch

Izuku got to the platform just in time to catch the train. He was too filled with nerves and adrenaline to sit down. He pulled out the note to read the rest. 

I'll make sure to stay away from you until you get the Sludge Villain attacks again. Honestly, you seemed a lot happier when you had your quirk. I'm sorry about this, I know you wouldn't want this. 

I guess I'll see you again in fourteen years.

Goodbye in this life.

Switch

I jumped off the building and started my way toward the bar. It shouldn't be too far. I saw a darkened figure jumping on the rooftops and hid quickly in an alley. 

I recognized that form. Aizawa, Eraserhead, was running around this late at night. 

He was looking for me. 

That must mean Midoriya read my letter. But how did he know to look in Kamino?

”Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ." I jumped, spinning around to face the owner of the voice. It was the same boy from the teacher’s lounge, his yellow eyes locked disapprovingly on mine. 

“You!” I pointed a finger at him, “Who are you? Why were you in U.A?” 

He raised his hand to look at his palm, a small ring of yellow fog circling his wrist. “I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ." He clicked his tongue in what I thought was annoyance. “I'ʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ?"

“What the hell do you know?” 

He lowered his hand, and breathed out a small sigh. Only yellow wisps came out. “Lɪsᴛᴇɴ, I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ Iᴢᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛs? Iᴛ's ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ."

Izu?

”Iᴢᴜ ɪs ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ, I'ᴍ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ ɪᴛ." 

“He’s not meant to remember.” I turned and started walking further into the alley. Whoever this boy was, I was not in the mood to deal with it. Whether he knew about my quirk or not. 

Switch

The train arrived at Kamino, and Izuku ran out of it as soon as he could. He ran around the streets, asking if anyone saw someone by (L/n)'s description. 

A girl did stop him, though. She had dark brown hair, blue and gold highlights. Her golden eyes watched him. 

“I saw someone like that. She ran between that alley a few minutes ago.” 

“Thank you so much!” He bowed in thanks to the girl before running down the specified alley. 

Switch

I opened the doors of the bar. Kurogiri was behind the counter and Tomura was sitting on one of the stools. 

It seemed so normal. 

Then I reminded myself it wasn’t. 

The two looked over at me. 

Kurogiri questioned, “Yes, how can we help you?” 

I looked straight at Tomura. “That was really stupid of you to attack Yuuei.” The villain’s eyes narrowed on me, and I saw his fingers twitch. Good. After all, I couldn’t just waltz in and say: “Kill me.” He Would specifically do the opposite just for spite. So next best bet: provoke. 

“I mean, really. How did you all think you could kill All Might with your pathetic little creations?” 

“Excuse me?” Kurogiri’s yellow eyes narrowed on me. Tomura was already out of his seat, one hand clasped around my collar. 

“Iᴅɪᴏᴛ."

Switch 

Eraserhead dropped down beside Izuku, and the boy startled so bad he nearly tripped. “Midoriya, what the hell are you doing here?” 

“I’m not going to stay home!” He threw his arms up at the exclamation. “(L/n) is my friend!” 

The man’s eyes flashed red before he sighed. “Fine. You’re already here, better you stay then go home alone. Where is she?” 

“Somewhere around here.” Izuku explained. “Lets check the buildings.” 

Then he felt a wave of fog clouding his mind. He saw Eraserhead flinch and grasp his head before everything went dark. 

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I woke up with a jolt when I was two, all of my memories intact. The same as last life, I thought with a sigh. So the earliest I would remember was at two years old. 

Well, time to get to work. 

Level Five

I played out everything the same as my first life: well almost everything. I stopped Dad from going to work the same way I did last life, albeit the burns on my face were slightly less prominent this time, just a light red scarring just under my right eye. I went to Regile, and studied the medical textbooks I never had the chance to read in my free time. I never went to dance or martial arts classes, but that didn't stop me from asking for nerf guns for Christmas, or from practicing martial arts in my room. 

When Mom and Dad asked what I wanted to do, I said I wanted to be a doctor. 

I had to play everything I could the same. Anything I did could change the events, and I couldn't let myself change them. Whenever I saw Midoriya in the park, just a young child. I would turn and walk away. Even when I saw him being bullied by Bakugo. I bit down my anger and want to attack the child. 

I can't change things, I tried to reason.

He may not get his quirk if I do. 

When I was five, I realized something was different with Mom. She seemed to sleep more than she used to, and she stayed in the bathroom for nearly twenty minutes in the mornings. 

In a concern, I asked her what was wrong, if she was sick. Mom only gave me a smile and said, "Mommy and Daddy will find out soon." 

That didn't ease my worries at all. 

Level Five

I found out a few weeks later, when Mom and Dad called me downstairs to have a talk. It started something like this: 

"Sometimes, when two people love each other very much..." I tuned out of the rest of the sentence.

Oh, God this is the birds and bees talk. What the hell, guys, I'm five! 

"Mommy and Daddy are going to be making the family bigger, honey." Mom said and my eyes widened. "You're going to be a big sister." 

Holy crap.

Holy shit. 

Mom's pregnant! 

When did this happen?

My eyes lit up, "Are they a boy or girl? When do I get to meet them? Wh—" 

Dad's laughter cut off my questions. "We don't know yet, (N/n). And we'll meet them in a few months." 

I couldn't wait! 

Level Five

I was six when Mom's water broke. We were driving home from dining out when Mom started hyperventilating and told Dad. The man's eyes widened as he turned the car around in a possibly illegal U-turn and sped down to the hospital. 

When we got there, Dad didn't know if he should stay with me or Mom, as I wasn't allowed in the room. 

"Be with Mommy," I said and it took a bit of convincing, but he finally accepted. I waited outside the room for what seemed like hours before the door opened and a doctor motioned that I could come in. 

Didn't need to tell me twice. 

I jumped up from the seat and ran into the room, seeing Mom holding a tiny baby boy in her arms. Dad standing next to her with a hand on her shoulder, both smiling, but Mom's was more tired. 

"(Y/n), honey, come meet your brother." 

I clambered up onto the side of the bed to look at my baby brother in awe. 

"(L/n) Yuki." 

Level Five

Yes, I loved having a brother. 

Yes, I was fine sharing my room with my brother. After all, Mom and Dad had always said this would be a shared room. 

No, I was not fine with waking up at ungodly hours in the morning to the baby crying. 

Mom and Dad were helicopter parents around Yuki, but slowly they allowed me to start holding him too. They taught me how to feed him, change his diaper (ew), and how to put him to bed. 

Level Five

"(N/n)!" I was ten, coming home from school to Yuki jumping onto my legs. I stumbled as he bear-hugged the limb. 

I laughed at him, "Hey, Yu." I swung my bag onto the ground and reached down to pull the boy up into my arms, he giggled as I bounced him and sat down. 

Yuki was four now, he had short fluffy brown hair like Dad, and bright green eyes. The little boy leant back in forth in my arms as he grinned. "I found my quirk!" 

I blinked at him, then smiled softly. "Oh yeah, and what is it?" 

Yuki pointed to his eyes, "I see colors!" 

"Colors?" 

He bobbed his head. "Special colors! (N/n) is yellow!" I remembered back to my last life, when I said Gamemode Zero, and how yellow fog came from my mouth. Maybe Yuki could see the auras of quirks? 

...That also made me remember I needed to start practicing my quirk again. 

"I'm so proud of you!" I bounced him in my arms again and watched as he laughed. 

Level Five

I was walking home from school when I saw a group of teenagers a little ways off from Regile. I blinked and ignored it, a group of teens hanging out isn't important. 

"So you think you can be a hero with your villainous quirk?" I stopped at the voice coming from one of the boys. The others shouted in agreement and I turned my head to them, now irritated. 

"You won't say anything?" One sneered, and I glared hard at his back. 

I don't like interfering with things, but when someone is bullying someone about how 'villain-like' their quirk is, they can get very close to actually making that person turn into a villain. 

If I can stop that, I might stop someone from turning into a villain. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I growled at them as I approached, my backpack hanging loosely over one shoulder. 

"Hah?" The head bully turned to me. "The fuck do you want?" 

"I heard you all talking of a villain's quirk." I stood my ground, staring down the boy that was nearly a foot taller than me. "What is it?" 

His face broke out into a nasty grin, "This bastard can brainwash people. How evil is that?" 

Brainwashing.

Oh my God

Shinsou. 

I looked through the crowd for my old friend, now seeing his completely blank face staring at the two of us. He was just like in General Education, completely void of emotion like he didn't care. 

"Brainwashing, huh?" I looked at Shinsou, and he stared back, as if daring me to beat him down more. "Stereotypical villain's ability. I can see why you would think that." I never looked away from my friend. "But as I see it, if he were a villain he would brainwash you and tell you to kill yourself." 

Shinsou's eyes widened minusculey as I turned back to the bully. "The only villains I see here are all of you. Don't you know how much problems quirk discrimination causes? You very well could have made someone turn to villainy just with your words." 

"The fuck did you say?" 

"I said you're acting like a villain. Are you aiming to be a hero? Because if you are, I'd like to inform you that this is a very public place and hero schools don't take kindly to bullies." 

He growled and stepped forward. I slipped my hand under my jacket, and pulled out the gun I carried for 'safety'. Effectively keeping it hidden from the cameras. 

He jolted back as I clicked off the safety and rested the side of it under my chin. "I would fight you fairly, but not even I can take on fifteen of you on my own. So kindly leave before I actually use this." 

Naturally, it worked. 

I hid the gun again once they left and tilted my head back to Shinsou. I could tell he was a cross between extremely amused and appalled. 

"You're one crazy bitch."

"You're welcome," I smiled at the insult. "So, what's your name?" 

"Shinsou Hitoshi." 

"Call me Reset." 

His lips quirked up, "Is that a hero name?" 

"More like a Fuír name. Don't ask me what I mean, you'll get it eventually." Around the time of the Sports Festival in a few years to be exact. I waved my hand and turned. "See you around."

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When I was twelve was when I decided to seek out Fuír again. They should have banded together last year, and it would be better to gain their trust now rather than later. But if they aren't together yet, then that would be a problem. Fuír had been able to stay unknown to the hero world till the Sports Festival three years from now, so I really had no way of keeping up with them. 

I piled up some pillows under my blankets to make it seem like I'm still there before I slid up the window and jumped out. It was late at night, and I made my way to the safe house, slowing to a stop at the roof across the street from the Midoriya's. 

The last time I'd been standing in this place, I was searching for Fuír and wound up crashing at Midoriya's home. 

A frown tugged at my lips and a small pain in my chest. I missed him, just like I'd missed Tomi, Li and Joans. I wanted to just jump over there, and knock on the window. I wanted to tell him everything would be better, that he would become a hero. But I couldn't interfere, not until the Sludge Villain's appearance. 

Just two more years, I thought to myself. It shouldn't be that hard, I'd lasted twelve years without him. But that also just made it harder because I haven't seen him in twelve years. 

My eyes watered and I wiped the tears away. I couldn't deal with this right now. I needed to find Fuír, that was my priority. So I continued on to the safe house. 

Level Five

The safe house looked the same as it would in a few years, which gave me a small bit of comfort. I stepped up to the door of the building, and knocked. 

Though, to be honest, I didn't expect Trick and Eclipse to be home. They would probably be out fighting crime rather than chilling at home. If anything, I thought Ludere or Datum would be here. 

The door opened, and I blinked at the sleepy form of Trick. He wasn't wearing his normal vigilante costume, but a pale loose shirt and grey sweatpants. 

I saw a wave of confusion in his eyes as he tilted his head. "Hello?" 

"Hi," I nodded my head as a form of greeting. "I was wondering if I could join Fuír?" He blinked at me, "If, uh, they're here?" 

"No no, Fuír's here." He held the door open for me. Used to the gesture, I stepped in. "We weren't really expecting anyone to want to join, we are pretty small after all." 

Trick led me into the living room, and I was a little skeptical at how welcoming he was being. They were never this accepting and unguarded before, so something must have happened to change them, right? 

"Sorry, everyone's a little tired right now." 

Datum was sitting criss-cross on the floor before the couch. She had a her laptop on her legs and typing away. Ludere was perched behind Datum on the couch, legs crossed. Eclipse was sprawled out on the second couch, probably asleep. But what confused me about that was that Eclipse always slept in his wolf form: if he was in the living room. But he was in his human form. 

"Welcome to Fuír," Trick spread his arms, and the two girls looked over at us. 

"Who might you be?" Ludere didn't hold the hostility she did when I last met her, she only seemed curious. 

"I wanted to join Fuír," I answered. 

"Darling, you're twelve," Ludere narrowed her eyes, but I could tell their was some confusion in her expression. 

Trick jumped onto the couch next to Ludere, which struck me as odd. He would also go to wear Eclipse was, if he was in the room, asleep or not. "Aw, come on Kitsui." I blinked at the name, Kitsui? Was that Ludere's real name? "She wants to join, don't be a killjoy." 

The blonde rolled her eyes at him, "Fine. My name is Ari Kitsui, but call me Ludere whenever we're working."

"Rial Velore," Datum spoke, not once looking up from her computer screen. "My vigilante name is Datum." 

"I'm Ari Kaden!" Trick exclaimed, and I blanched. Ludere and Trick were siblings—holy crap that made so much sense—"Vigilante name is Trick. Oh and he's Rial Keaton, or Eclipse." 

Not once in the years I'd known them did they give me their names. This threw me for a loop, I almost missed the fact that they were waiting for me. "A-ah, my name's (L/n) (Y/n), my other name is Reset." 

"Okay," Trick clapped his hands together, and gestured for me to take a seat on the third couch. I did. He held up three fingers, "Now, Fuír has three divisions."

...three? Fuír only had two. What was the third? 

"Keaton and I are part of Mammalian. Our quirks are really suited for battle, so we're the fighters. Vel and Kitsui are part of Mahífero, which means they do background things—" 

"We do research into threats, whether they be villains, heroes or vigilantes." Ludere—Ari Kitsui—cut him off, "We then give the information to Mammalian to take care of." 

"The third is our undercover division." Trick started again as he put down his hand. "We don't really have a name for it yet, and we only have one member in it—Thera. You probably won't meet her for a while, if you join, 'cause she's off at school."

I nodded at that. I'd never met or even heard of Thera before, so maybe she has something to do with why Fuír is so untrusting in the future? 

"Also, let's just get this part over with quickly: My quirk is a world reset. I'm over seventy years old, and I was part of Fuír for about two-ish years." 

The expressions on their faces were fantastic.

Level Five

Turns out, Datum doesn't know quirk analysis now like did in the future. And it was definitely making jobs harder than they needed to be. Well, for me anyway. I was so used to having an analyzer with me, that I couldn't wrap my head around not having one. 

I was sitting in the living room the Fuír safe house after school—having told my parents I was at a friends—Kitsui and Velore were by the table. Kitsui watching as Velore was typing away. Kaden and Keaton were throwing darts in the background while I clicked the television to a channel and waited. 

An alert appeared on the screen, and the scene changed from the weather forecast to a reporter, who cried: "A villain is releasing havoc down town!" 

Unknowingly, my lips quirked up. I didn't stop it this time, good. 

The boys paused behind me, I could tell they were watching. I didn't look back to see if the girls were the same, but knowing them, they were probably listening. 

"The villain has caught a young student as a hostage! It doesn't seem like any of the heroes can do anything!" The camera panned, like always, showing the heroes doing nothing to save Bakugo. 

"Come on!" Kaden started to make his way to the stairs, probably to grab his costume and run out to help. 

"Wait," I held up a hand, and started speaking again before Kaden could cut me off. "Everything's fine, watch." 

A green head ran out, his backpack flung at the sludge creature. I smiled softly, Midoriya would always be Midoriya. 

All Might saved the two boys, and Kaden let out a breath behind me. "That kid...that was so idiotic." 

A wave of protectiveness washed over me, "Hey! At least he did something." 

"But he could have gotten killed!" 

"No, he wouldn't have." I knew him, he may have seemed suicidal, but there was no way there wasn't a plan forming in his head then. I glanced back at the girls. "Hey, Velore?" 

She looked up after being addressed. "Yes?" 

"Do you think we could use an analyst?" 

"A quirk analyzer?" Velore tilted her head and thought. "Yes, an analyst would be helpful to Fuír." 

"Then I'm going to transfer schools," Everyone but Velore gave me confused looks. "I know an analyzer in Aldera. Who knows, maybe I can convince him to help us—oh, but if that's going to work then we need to reveal ourselves." 

Kitsui jolted up, "That's way too dangerous, Fuír thrives on being secret!" 

"Yeah..." Kaden rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't think that's a good idea."

I leant over the back of the couch, "Keaton?" 

"It's dangerous," The boy said as he threw another dart at the board. "But everything we do is dangerous. This could bring attention to us, maybe it would lower crime rates." 

He was right. Fuír did drop crime rates when they exposed themselves, but then people were influenced by Stain. 

"Velore?" 

"An analyst is necessary." 

"Three to two, Fuír shows themselves." 

Level Five

"You both ready?" I questioned the other members of Mammalian. 

"I don't have a choice," Trick grimaced as he pulled his hood further over his face. I felt a small pant of sympathy, Trick hated cameras. And the place we were going? Tons of cameras. 

Below us, Death Arms and Kamui Woods were fighting some small time villains I didn't recognize. The three of us were in our vigilante costumes. 

Eclipse put a hand on his friend's shoulder and gave a kind smile. "It's not so bad, just don't look at them." 

I adjusted my dark mask and (f/c) scarf to hide as much as I could before we jumped down to join the heroes. Trick landed in a crouch on one of villain's shoulders. The man's arm turned to stone as he swung at Trick, but the fox flipped off him. Eclipse landed on a root Kamui Woods made, while I dropped into a roll before the two heroes.

I spoke muffled through my scarf, "You look like you needed help." 

"Who are you?" Kamui Woods called out as he he sent another barrage of roots. Death Arms was too busy fighting one of the villains to yell at us. One villain started attacking air and Trick snickered as I jumped up behind the villain to send a roundhouse kick to the back of his head. The villain crumpled and Trick sent me a thumbs up. 

"Fuír!" I called, tilting my head back to see confusion in the heroes eyes. 

"I've never heard of you—" He dodged a villain's attack, then took the man out with his quirk. I looked around, Trick was stretching his arms over his head, while Eclipse was standing in the carnage of his and Death Arms fight with their three villains. 

I looked down into the crowd, seeing a head of green. His green eyes were wide as he watched us, notebook in hand. 

I smiled at him, though I doubted he could see it through my scarf. "My name is Reset, that’s Trick and Eclipse. We're vigilantes." 

The two heroes eyes went wide, and we knew they would try to apprehend us, whether we helped or not. Ludere's quirk washes over us, and I heard the crowd gasp and the heroes look around in confusion.

Yes, we did just disappear. Thank you illusions. 

"Was that suffice?" Ludere questioned from atop one of the rooftops. 

"Yes!" I gave the almost-woman a thumbs up as Trick breathed out a sigh. 

"Alright, job well done. I'm going home." 

I snorted at him, "Hey, Trick, can you mask me?" 

The fox narrowed his eyes in confusion. "...But you're already masked." 

"No, no. I mean when you all leave." I pointed to the crowd, "I'm staying a little while longer." 

"Oooooookay." Trick snapped his fingers and Ludere removed her quirk from me. I waved to my team as I made my way through the crowd, Midoriya was still there, muttering under his breath as he wrote in his notebook. I looked over his shoulder. 

Fuír: Some kind of vigilante group? Three Four members. One fox quirk, one wolf quirk and a teleportation quirk?disappearing quirk?

The writing dissolved into furious scribbles and I pulled out a pen from his bag without his notice. I placed my hand under the side of the notebook he wasn't writing on, and in purple ink, wrote: Good guess with four. Close, it's actually five.

Midoriya looked up from his notebook to the heroes, then back down and his eyes caught the ink. His muttering paused as he blinked at the writing. 

"What?" His head shot up to look around, and I laughed. He looked down at the message, then whispered under his breath, "..Hello? Are you one of the vigilantes?" 

I uncapped the pen again, and he yelped when he saw the pen 'writing on it's own'. Yep!

His eyes trailed the pen, mouthing: wow. "U-um why are you here? The heroes could catch you." 

Ha, the heroes don't even know I'm here. 

You going to rat me out?

"N-no!" A few people looked over and he ducked his head.

Nice. I tapped the pen on the page, seeing an analysis on the previous page. You're a good analyzer. Why are you taking notes?

"I-I'm trying to be a hero." 

I smiled at his form, and wondered what caused his resolve to change after the Sludge Villain. 

Keep training. I wish you luck.

"T-thank you!" 

I have to go no—

"W-wait," I stopped writing at his words, and looked up. "Who are you? Y-you don't have to tell me your name but which one were you?" 

I drew a small, quick picture of my mask with the ink pen. 

"The girl? The one with the black mask?" 

I drew a smiley face under the mask and wrote: Reset. I then placed the pen down on his notebook and left before I would convince myself to stay. 

Level Five 

Unlike my last life, it was intentional to get into Midoriya and Bakugo's class. 

"Hello, I'm (L/n) (Y/n). And just because I don't want you all to be fake with me, I'm quirkless." The teacher blinked at me in shock, as the rest of the class stared at each other in confusion. Well, two people didn't. Midoriya looked at me surprised, and I smiled back at him. 

Bakugo, on the other hand, didn't take it in silence, "Hah? So you're just as pathetic as Deku." 

I tilted my head to the side, adopting the blank face Velore always uses, and spoke in curiosity. "Oh, would you like to fight then?" 

The other's hands sparked with tiny explosions as he pushed his chair back, "I'll destroy you, you little—" 

"Will you?" I took a step forward. "Who knows, maybe—"

"(L/n)!" I tilted my head back to the teacher. "This is your first day, do not pick fights with the students." 

...Is he serious?

Is this little fucker actually serious? 

To hide my irritation, I grinned and saluted him. "Yes, sir! So where's my seat?" 

He pointed to the same seat as my last life, and I made my way over and dropped down in it, holding my grin in place. Whispers broke out the second I sat.

Ah, that's better. I didn't know why I missed the rumors. 

Maybe because I only dealt with them when I became friends with Midoriya. 

Level Five

"How are things going with the analyzer?" Keaton asked as his dart hit bulls-eye. 

"Haven't asked yet." I filled out the homework by memory, all the answers already burned into my mind. 

Keaton took a few more steps back and threw another dart. "When do you think you will?" 

"Hmm," I tapped my pencil on my chin. "Tomorrow." 

Level Five

I wrote up a note the next day before school. I had it folded in my pocket during class, and when it was lunch time, I waited for the majority of the class to leave. 

The same groups remained in the classroom as my last life. I stood when I saw no one paying attention to me, and made my way to Midoriya's desk. I didn't stop at it, I walked on by and left the room. 

But not without slipping the note into his bag unnoticed.

Gun Interlude

(Because I was asked where (L/n) got the gun) 

Bring your child to work day was more intresting when it was with your supposed-to-be-dead father. It was also a lot more fun when he was a police officer. (Considering the fact that I was a police-officer-in-training once twice.) 

Although, since I was ten they didn’t let me go out on jobs with them (Smart) or go into the gun range (also smart). 

But I was able to go into the martial-arts training room and hang around Dad for pretty much the whole time. 

We were sitting in the martial arts room when I saw a bag lying close to me. Apparently, one of the officials didn’t put their things in the locker room.

I spotted two Glocks in its folds. 

Taking a a quick look around to make sure there were no cameras or people watching me, I took one of the guns and hid it in my bag.

Well this will be useful. 

Chapter Text

When Izuku got home he dropped his bag onto his bed and began rummaging through it. He had to finish his homework before meeting with All Might in an hour. He pulled out his schoolbooks and pulled out the sheets that had been assigned. 

Let's see, the only things he had to do were a few math problems and finishing the English assignment. All in all, it was something he could finish quickly. 

Which he did. He placed the finished papers back in their places and hesitated before placing them back in his school bag. 

There was a small folded paper in it. His things were always organized, so he didn't know where it came from. 

Izuku reached into his bag to pull out the white slip of paper, frowning in a confused manner.

Tentatively, he unfolded the note to read. The letters were written in lime green ink. 

Hey, little analyzer! 

How has your training been going? It's about, what, nine-ish months till uni/high school entrance exams? 

I had a quick question for you. Would you be an analyzer for us? I swear, Trick runs into every fight without even thinking and Eclipse is way too cautious. You don't have to fight or anything if you don't want to, but would you mind thinking about it? 

If you need to contact us, give a message to (L/n) (Y/n). She'll relay it to us.

Fuír, 

Reset

Izuku's eyes widened as he read the message. He hadn't expected to have any other contact with the vigilante after she disappeared—well, left—when Fuír made their debut. It surprised him more that Reset even remembered him—and was she recruiting him? 

Why would they even want someone like him to join them? 

And (L/n), she was the student that transferred to Aldera about a month ago. He never thought that when she had stood at the front of the classroom, she would call herself out as quirkless and immediately pick a fight with Kacchan after. 

What did she have to do with Fuír? 

He should talk to All Might before contacting back, after all his mentor should know about it, right? 

Level Five

Izuku approached the beach of Dagobah, the smell of horrid garbage radiating from it. His mentor was already there, in his smaller form. 

"All Might!" He grinned as he waved to the man. All Might looked up and smiled back. 

"There you are, Young Midoriya! Are you ready to get your training started?"

To ask or not to ask? 

"I wanted to ask you something first," Izuku spoke. "I-If I can?"

"Of course, my boy. What is it?" 

"Well...what do you think about Fuír?" 

Not the question he meant to ask. Izuku wanted to hit himself for his nerves. 

The man's eyebrows furrowed. "Fuír?" He went silent after the inquiry and thought. "I think they would all be great heroes if they had gone through training and taken the provisional exam. Vigilante groups are illegal, even if they mean to help they need to have taken proper schooling and hero training." 

So he's impressed by them but doesn't approve of them? 

"What brought this on?" 

"O-oh, nothing! We can start training now!" 

Level Five 

"Hᴜʜ." I was in the kitchen, in the middle of making hot chocolate for Yuki when he showed up. I jumped, not expecting the voice and dropped the mug. I winced with a curse as I expected it to break with impact, but I didn't hear the china shatter on the floor. 

I turned by head back, and the black haired boy  had one leg extended, balanced on the tip of his foot was the bottom of the mug. "Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ." 

"What the hell?" My voice dropped low as I stared at the mug. How did he even manage that? What the hell was he? 

"Aᴀᴀᴀᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘsɪ-ᴅᴀɪsʏ." He shifted back on his other foot and tossed the mug up. I shuffled forward on instinct to try and grab it but his fingers looped around the handle. Not even a single drop of hot chocolate had been spilled. "Nᴏᴡ, ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴀʏɪɴɢ." He placed the mug onto the countertop before settling back against the wall. "Hᴜʜ, I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ." 

Warily, I watched him. Yuki was just in the other room, and I didn't know if this new boy was hostile or not. (Albeit probably not, but I was careful.)

"What are you talking about?" 

"Yᴜᴋɪ." He answered like it was obvious, easily slipping into my brother's given name. "Sᴀᴠᴇ (D/ɴ) ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ. I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟs ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ."

"Are you going to tell me who you are? How you know of my quirk and how you remember everything?"

He clicked his tongue, "I ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴇᴛ."

"(N/n)!" Yuki's head popped into the kitchen from around the wall. My eyes turned to my brother before I took a few steps towards him and shot a warning glare at the boy. He didn't make any move toward us, but watched with an interested eye. 

Yuki looked around, apparently confused. "Were you talking to someone?"

Confusion filled me, did he not see the boy in the corner? Yuki always was able to tell when someone was in the room, so why not now? 

"Um," I turned back to the other, yellow eyes portraying nothing. "No, I was talking to myself." The boy cracked into a grin, but I turned back to my brother. "Why not you head back to your show? I'll bring your chocolate over soon, okay?" 

Yuki seemed hesitant, but after a short moment he nodded. "Okay." 

When he was gone, I whirled on the boy—you know what I'm calling him fog-guy. "What the hell was that? Why couldn't he see you?" 

Fog-Guy shrugged, and the rings of fog on his wrists flared for a second. "Pʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ sɪɴᴄᴇ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀʟ ʏᴇᴛ." His head tilted up. "Wʜɪᴄʜ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅs ᴍᴇ, ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴄᴏɴsᴏʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ? I'ᴛs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪᴛ."

"A System Console? Are you talking about my quirk? How do I open it?" 

Fog-Guy rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Iғ I ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ Tᴏᴍᴜʀᴀ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ." He sighed. "Lɪғᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴀɴ ɪɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀɴᴜᴀʟ." 

The fog curled around him so quick that I couldn't even get a word in before he was gone. 

Level Five

I was sitting in class, doodling in my notebook out of boredom. I'd already learned this topic four other times, but I had to stay to keep 'appearances'. I groaned mentally. 

"Midoriya! Come up here and answer this question." I tilted my head up at the call-out, hearing students whispering to themselves. Freaking discriminatory shits. 

"O-okay," Midoriya walked passed me and up to the board. The problem wasn't even something the teacher taught us how to do yet, but the green-head slowly wrote out the simplified equation, then the answer. 

Giving it a quick look-over, I was pleasantly surprised that the work was right. Ha, take that. 

"That's correct." 

I saw Midoriya give a sigh of relief before he walked back down the isle. When I looked back down at my notebook, I blinked at seeing a folded piece of paper. A paper which definitely wasn't there before. 

I narrowed my eyes at it before tilting my head back to see Midoriya pointedly avoiding my gaze. I resisted the urge to laugh, since when had he been able to pull one over on me? 

I hid the note under my book before the teacher noticed it.

Level Five

When I got home I immediately greeted my mother, who had been sitting on the couch with Yuki, asleep, in her lap. Not wanting to wake my eight year old little brother, and curious—I went upstairs. 

I pulled the note out from my pocket—having put it there after class was over—and dropped myself backwards onto my bed. I flipped it open, immediately noting that there were no mistakes or anything crossed out. I guessed he had rewritten the letter on a different paper multiple times before writing this one. 

Reset, 

Schools been fine, I can't focus on it much because of training. Yeah, it's only a few months till the exam. 

I really didn't think you would remember me, and I'm a little worried about how you know I go to Aldera.