CHAPTER ONE

Izuku sighed as he wiped down the window of the cafe. He gently nudged Butter, one of the newer cats, out of the way so that he could float up and reach the high corners. He could feel his friend's gaze on his back and turned to meet it.

"I guess I should explain where I've been all these years, Kacchan."

His beautiful Kacchan nodded, his eyes clouded with so many emotions that even Izuku had trouble sorting out. He understood them, expected them, and yet they still hurt. Because he'd hurt his Kacchan with his decisions.

"Well, after I turned eight... Mom died. I'd seen it happen so many times in other worlds, but it still hurt. I decided to disappear for a while, train my body and quirk in the Alps. All I needed was a picture to get there. I trained for three years, and two weeks after I turned eleven I came back. I saw you a week later... I decided to stay away, to protect you because I knew exactly why Mom was killed and the same couldn't be allowed to happen to you."

Izuku let out a shaky breath, letting the memories fly by his closed eyelids. He ignored his Kacchan's thoughts, his emotions. He revelled in the way he could hear his Kacchan's heart beating, smell the sweet scent of burnt caramel.

"I decided that I wanted to save the world from a terrible man. One that I involuntarily helped kill All Might when I was nine." That was a lie. The former number one hero was still alive, but to Izuku, who hadn't seen him since his eyes opened six and a half years ago to a different world, the man was still in a coma.

"After that, I knew I wasn't strong enough. I needed to get stronger, to be the strongest but not known. When I got older, I used my quirk to buy this Cafe. Named it Orbit and I've lived here ever since. I was the one who kept the world from collapsing."

"But why did you never come find me?" Izuku felt his heart break as his Kacchan's voice cracked.

"Because I wanted you to think I was gone. It'd hurt less than if I suddenly showed up. But then you walked into this room and... I couldn't use my quirk to make you forget."

"Dumbass." His Kacchan whispered, tears flowing down his face. "I'd thought I'd seen you when I was attacked by that fucking sludge bastard. I thought you were at the USJ six years ago. I thought I'd heard you in Kamino. I thought I'd seen you at the sports festival. I thought I bumped into you at the mall three years ago. You even spoke to me. Apologized. Ran off. Did all that actually happen?"

Izuku nodded. He had saved Kacchan. He'd stopped the USJ attack after Shigaraki had told him. He'd killed All For One in Kamino. He'd cheered for Kacchan at every single sports festival. And he'd been going to buy a new hoodie and had bumped into his Kacchan and had panicked and ran off.

"I'm sorry Kacchan... there were more times too... but... my job wasn't done so I made you forget. I-I can give the memories back if you want."

His Kacchan nodded and Izuku placed a hand on the blond's forehead, biting his lip and pushing with his quirk.

CHAPTER TWO

Izuku was having a normal day. He got pushed around by Kaachan and his friends, Took notes in his hero notebook, and was now walking home with his Kaachan.

A normal day.

Until a swirling portal of black mist started to coil around his Kaachan. Without thinking, he had grabbed his friend's wrist, getting carried alongside him. When he could see again, he and his Kaachan were in a dingy bar. There was a man in a suit, seemingly made up of the misty portal stuff, along with a man with way too many hands on his body.

So what did Izuku do?

He walked up to the hand covered man, who was actually a teen now that he thought about it, looking at him closely. He figured, as he stared into red eyes hidden by hair, that this teen was sad. Sad and angry, and just a little bit lost.

"Hey mister, Why are we here? Me an' Kaachan have to get home or Mom and Auntie Mitsuki will worry." He tilted his head slightly as he spoke, looking like the epitome of innocence. Not even a little fear was in his gaze, as though he knew he'd be okay. He figured that there was a reason yet that he was alive, and so he felt no fear,

The teen spoke, voice raspy. "Kurogiri, you were supposed to bring one brat. Not two."

The misty guy spoke and Izuku couldn't help but wonder... "He must have grabbed the other boy. He always follows-"

"Where's your mouth?" Izuku asked. He knew these men were dangerous, and some part of him was idly wondering where his fear was. Meanwhile, his Kaachan was still frozen. He seemed to be starting to come out of it though. Either way, Izuku just had a feeling everything would be okay. He wouldn't settle for anything less than okay.

"Uh-I.." Kurogiri seemed lost too. He seemed confused, maybe even unaware. He felt different and unknown, and a part of Izuku wanted to figure out everything.

"And your quirk, it's a warping quirk. That's really rare! It seems strong too. I wonder what the mist is made up of though, and if you can be aware of-"

A hand landed on his shoulder. Upon looking it was his Kaachan. His hair shadowed his face and Izuku idly remembered how much his Kaachan hated his rants. "Deku." Kaachan looked up, and he had a closed eye smile, wide and threatening. "Shut the fuck up."

Izuku nodded. "Okay, Kaachan." He turned to the other two, who seemed to be a bit lost. His Kaachan was calm now, his eyes trying to look for a way out.

"Sooooo? Why are we here mister Kurogiri and hand man?"

The two made a strangled sound. Finally, Kurogiri spoke. "We wanted to train you and groom you to work for and protect Tomura Shigaraki. He believes you would be a good addition to his team." Izuku appreciated his honesty, and showed it with a beaming smile, surely blinding the two villains who'd seen so much darkness.

Izuku tilted his head again. "You mean Kaachan. I don't have a quirk. I'm useless." He said innocently. He was useless, Kaachan says so and Kaachan is always right. Suddenly a small part of him felt like it was on fire. He didn't want to be useless. Not anymore and not right now. If he was useless, how would he help his Kacchan be the best?

Kurogiri stared at Izuku in bewilderment. This brat was not right. He should be quivering in fear. Should be crying. Hell, both kids should. They just got kidnapped for Kami's sake! He tilted his head, mist flowing in a mesmerizing stream above his head. (maybe that was his hair?)

"Aren't you two scared?" He asked. The little green boy just smiled at him, taking the blond boy's hand.

"Why would we be? You haven't hurt us, and I don't think you will." Was the boy really that naive? He shook his head slightly as though to clear it. This was unexpected but they were still kids. Easily influenced. And Tomura wanted at least the Bakugou, his quirk having potential.

Meanwhile, Izuku was acting on instinct. He had grabbed Kaachan's hand and as soon as he finished talking he blinked, picturing his Kacchan's bedroom, and suddenly the scene changed and he and Kaachan fell from nowhere onto his bed. He squeaked as he fell and laid sprawled out on the floor, pulling Kaachan down with him.

"Ack-FUCK! Deku you better explain this shit RIGHT NOW!!!"

Izuku gasped as everything lit up in pure agony. His eyes were wide and unseeing for a split second before he blinked, gasping. In that moment he had seen a million different lives, a million different Izuku's, Kacchan's, and people he had yet to meet.

'Fucking Deku better be the fuck okay! Should I get Auntie? We were fucking kidnapped!!' Kacchan's voice sounded kind of echoey.

"Kaachan, I'm fine. Don't get Momma. We were- we were kidnapped!!" He laughed breathlessly. He could feel Kacchan's angry eyes. Could hear the dog from five blocks over. His headache was already fading, though a steady stream of images played in the back of his head, voices he easily tuned out.

"Kaachan I think I have a quirk now." It was said breathlessly.

"WHAT THE FU-"

Izuku slapped his hand over Kacchan's mouth. "Shhhh!!! I wanna figure it ouuuuut. Screaming about it will let everyone know before I even know what it does!"

"OBVIOUSLY FUCKING TELEPORT!!!" Kacchan exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I think it's more than that.... I can also hear that dog from a few blocks away. You know, the one that chased us last week? And I think earlier I heard your thoughts. And I can see better-" At that moment one of his All Might figures exploded as he glanced at it. He paled slightly.

"Ahhh. Um, I might have a dangerous quirk."

"MIGHT?????!!!"

Izuku closed his eyes to calm down. He'd figure this out. It was just like one of Momma's puzzles.

'Fuckin' of course Deku gets a fucking quirk that blows shit up without touching it. Reading thoughts, teleporting. It's like a fucking psychic.'

"That's it Kacchan! My quirk is a psychic type! Now I know how to train it!!!"

Psychic types, depending on the strength, needed emotional and directional control. Izuku could do that. Totally.

Another All Might figure exploded.

"FUCK!"

"Kacchan, language!"

"FUCK YOU DEKU!"

Izuku broke out into hysterics, giggling uncontrollably as items around the room started randomly floating or exploding and rewinding themselves. Kacchan was cursing and screaming, hands popping as he panic-raged.

Izuku was slightly overwhelmed, who wouldn't be? His body felt too small, too big, too familiar, too alien, and power thrummed under his skin. He thought to himself, that he wanted to stop using his quirk, and everything stopped moving, floating items dropping, explosions quieting, and Izuku sat with his Kacchan in the middle of the chaos, feeling no different than he had an hour ago. Besides the very obvious feeling of his quirk going quiet for the moment.

After a time, Izuku turned to his Kacchan, who was staring at him, but obviously lost in thought, or at least as lost as he could be, being five years old. Izuku hummed to himself, wondering what to do. He had a quirk, and a strong one. Perfect for being a hero. Kami, he felt too old and too young at the same time.

But what if, he thought, people like those villains thought his quirk useful and decided to kidnap him as they had his Kacchan. He finds himself growing upset at the villains who dared to try to take his Kacchan, to turn him into a villain. But then, he thought, why were villains villains? They had to have some sort of motive or desire that wasn't able to be obtained normally. And so, he thought, that he ought to meet them soon, and figure out why they were villains?

A glance towards the clock proved it to be late, and so with a smile and a wave, Izuku tried to use his quirk to clean up before bidding his Kacchan goodbye.

"I'll figure out my limits. At least, the obvious ones. See you tomorrow Kacchan!"

"Yeah, whatever Deku. Gonna tell everyone about your quirk?" Izuku thought for a moment before shrugging.

"I'll tell them that I have a stronger version of telekinesis. Y'know, because of Mom's attraction. I don't want today to happen again. Not for a long long time Kacchan." Izuku needed to stay safe to keep Mom and Kacchan safe. His Kacchan 'tch'ed', scuffing his foot against the floor.

"Whatever, damn Deku. Just don't hide your fucking quirk from me." To that Izuku beamed, shaking his head.

"Never from Kacchan!" He said goodbye once more before running home, Knocking open the door he exclaimed to his mother that he'd gotten a quirk, and used his power to make everything in the kitchen float. His mother startled, panicking over floating knives and boiling water in the pot.

Izuku let everything down and was soon enveloped in a hug, his mother sobbing in what could only be happiness. He hugged her back and asked a question that he had asked before.

"Mom? Could I be a hero?" And he knew, without using his quirk to see her thoughts, as she sobbed harder, that she had always believed in him, but never knew how to say it after that night almost a year ago.

"Yes, Izuku," She blubbered, holding him close. "You'll be the best hero."

Izuku beamed, wincing as a knife impaled the wall. His quirk was strong and hard to control. His mom let out a startled laugh-scream and Izuku apologized.

CHAPTER THREE

Izuku became known as his Kacchan's sidekick very quickly, everyone knowing that 'useless little Izuku' had a quirk, and a 'cool' one by the end of the week. Izuku didn't care much for everyone's sudden change in attitude, solely focused on trying to figure out and control every aspect of his quirk. So far he had found that his telekinesis and telepathy were his strongest parts. He also found that he could only teleport to a location if he knew what it looked like, not if he just knew a name. He could make things explode, and could feel emotions when he touched bare skin.

He imagined his quirk would likely develop more aspects as he grew more mentally able to handle them. He could also only imagine what those aspects would be. He almost feared for when the world would know of the power contained in his tiny body. Izuku would often look around the class, thoughts of others mere background noise and wonder if even adults were as perceptive as he felt himself becoming more of each day.

His Kacchan seems to be nearly as perceptive as he, and to himself he would think as he looked around at other students, that maybe others would be as perceptive if not for the imprinting of society's ideals and expectations. His Kacchan wasn't wrong when he called others 'extras' or dumb, for it was all quite true. No one was seeing that even as young as they were, they could be more. The adults were telling the children that they weren't ready, making them believe such.

Izuku believed if the child wished to take the initiative, that the child could make such progress on their own time to achieve more.

Maybe it was his quirk enhancing his mind, but he found himself constantly thinking. He's had his quirk for two weeks now and the memory of that dingy bar was still stuck in his mind. Those villains knew for sure his quirk was more than telekinesis. Unless he played it off as moving himself with his quirk so fast he broke time and space, which though unlikely isn't exactly impossible.

So on the second weekend Izuku made a decision. He pictured the very spot he stood two weeks ago and teleported. He found himself standing in an empty bar, though not abandoned. He decided to wait, and sat down on a stool. It wasn't much longer before the door opened and in walked the blue-haired teen with hands clinging to his body. Shigaraki, his quirk told him, images of a ruined plaza and a huge monster. Possibilities.

Shigaraki saw him and Izuku saw his eyes narrow. Green eyes roved over the teen in return, taking in the pale-greyish dry skin, raw in some areas. Decay was a powerful quirk, it seemed the drawback was sensitive skin.

"You're that brat from a couple weeks ago. How the hell did you get in here?"

Izuku blinked, teleporting right in front of the teen. "Like that. It's my quirk. You kidnapping me and Kacchan had it activate. I wanted to come hang out. You seemed lonely. I know what that's like."

Shigaraki's eyes got even more narrow. "Hang out? Why would an NPC like you want to interact with me? Do you want to join my party?"

Izuku didn't even blink at the way Shigaraki spoke. He'd had many dreams over the past few weeks, many visions of different Shigaraki's. In every one so far he saw the world as a video game. "No, I don't want to join. I just want to make a truce. Kind of like a party alliance. And right now, I'm my party's leader. And you just want to fill your party right? Ever thought about another perspective?"

"What are you getting at brat?"

"I'm talking about society. Ever since my quirk activated I've gotten another view on the world. You see, society is built upon a narrow foundation that one day will crumble. It's inevitable. You think Heroes are disgusting, and you hate how they protect the people. Well look from other perspectives. Like, what is the victim of what to them is a life threatening villain attack feeling when their life is prolonged due to a 'hero' saving them? What is the hero feeling or thinking? Why did the villain attack? You know you are a villain by society's standards, so you know why you are doing what you are. But you don't fully get why each individual holds the beliefs and emotions that they do."

Izuku watched as Shigaraki actually thought about what was said before responding.

"Hm... You're right... You're no NPC.... Player 2. I think most heroes, especially All Might are stupid. When people see him on scene they smile and relax and think everything is going to be okay. He is a pillar, the only one really, and I want him gone. He's blinding people, fooling them. Just because he shows up doesn't mean everything is automatically okay."

"I agree. But at the moment All Might has the power needed for people to believe it. He's Number One, 'the strongest hero in Japan'. He has the power. If he were to fall then society would crumble fairly quickly. Reality would hit hard. But killing people to prove it isn't the best way for a Player 1 to go about doing this. I think you should do some recon. Get more exp in other areas. Just like I have low exp in a villain's view, I gained experience in the victim and hero views not even three weeks ago."

Shigaraki had long since sat on a nearby barstool and was carefully mulling over Izuku's words. Finally he rasped. "And even though you are Player 2, you're a brat. What is your quirk? You seem to have heightened intelligence but that doesn't match the teleportation. Are you a hack?"

Izuku huffed out a breath in slight amusement. "Promise not to tell anyone?" He asked jokingly. Shigaraki narrowed his eyes before nodding slowly. "I'm not a hack. But I think my quirk might be. I'm psychic. I teleported home two weeks ago and several toys exploded. I can also read your thoughts if I want. I'm not though, just letting it be background noise. I respect privacy, usually."

Shigaraki scratched at his neck before pausing. "So you could easily take me out. Or rat me out to the heroes. Why wouldn't you? I can't stop you."

Izuku smiled. "Because I can also sense emotions to some extent, and when I see you I see anger, I see hate, I see sadness. But what really gets me is how you feel lonely. I'm not here to turn you into a hero, or even a good person. I won't stop you from following what you choose unless it affects my goals directly. Maybe that makes me selfish, but all humans are. Now, I apologize, but I don't like the man who is about to arrive, not really, so I'll take my leave. I would like it if you kept my quirk quiet, though I can't stop you. See you later, Shimura Tenko."

Izuku left before seeing Shigaraki's reaction, because he'd seen enough about All For One and didn't want to interact with the man yet.

Maybe he could do something about All Might and All For One's fight that seemed to happen in every alternate world. He had so much to do, to debate. He's seen worlds with Izuku's who had similar quirks, who tried to change things but just made them worse. He's seen worlds where new things happened. He needed to work on so much.

He started by meditating and trying to look into as many alternate worlds as possible. Maybe he'd find a way.

CHAPTER FOUR

Izuku looked up at the man towering over him.

"Do you know who I am child?"

"You are All For One. Why am I here?"

The man with curly dark hair smiled kindly at him. "I wanted to speak with you. I overheard my dear Tomura speaking of you to Kurogiri and found myself interested in you."

Izuku narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"I wanted to get to know the boy my protege is so enamored with."

I want to know everything about you, Izuku Midoriya. I want to know if that quirk is worth taking, or if you'd be a better pawn.

Izuku scoffed. "I refuse to join you. My quirk is simple. Light psychokinesis. Mind reading as long as I'm within ten feet. Teleporting as long as I know the name and image. Weak telekinesis. Emotion sensing when in direct contact. There. Happy?"

Interesting. I already have several quirks with similar powers. However his quirk is blocking all of my mental quirks from working on him.

"Really boy? Reading my thoughts? How rude. Fine... I'll allow you to leave, but I've a feeling you'll be back soon. For one reason or another."

All For One then cleared his mind, prohibiting him from hearing any thoughts. Izuku grit his teeth and left, imagining his room. He immediately teleported to the outside of the apartment when flames licked his skin, the burns healing quickly.

"Wha..." His complex was on fire. His green eyes glowed as similar scenes from alternate worlds played out in front of him. In ninety percent of them, his mother dies. He raised his arms as his eyes glowed so bright the green changed to blue as he tugged on another Izuku's world. In the world the Izuku had a powerful hydrokinetic production quirk.

Without realizing, he began floating as his green curls whipped around him, lashing at the wind and biting his face. Dark grey clouds formed fast, heavy with water, and a second later rain poured down in sheets, the fire disappearing quickly. Izuku dropped, panting as his eyes returned to their normal green. He ran into the building and up scorched stairs, tears in his eyes from the smoke and smell of cooked flesh.

'Mom!' He screamed, searching for her thoughts. There were none. The closest thoughts were a block away, thinking of the police and firefighters, wondering when they'd arrive and god thanks for this storm. I hope everyone in there is okay.

They weren't, everyone in the building was dead. No dreams or unconscious streams of thought. No brain activity causing a low hum in the back of Izuku's head.

His mom was trapped under a fallen wall, eyes closed peacefully even as he flesh was streaked red, burns bubbling even in death.

Izuku wished he could bring her back, tried to do what he did earlier and look for another Izuku with some sort of resurrection quirk, some way to bring her back. He couldn't see one, couldn't find one as he flipped through the worlds, eyes glowing as he flipped faster.

He couldn't find any. It was like they were hiding. He knew there was one, he'd seen it before. Why wouldn't it show?? He cried as his mother's body cooled, knowing it was his fault, and that even if he hadn't stayed with All For One for so long she'd still be dead.

He was angry at All For One, and recalled his words. He wouldn't go back. Not unless it was to kill the man. He stood after giving his mother a kiss on her forehead, imagining a picture of a mountain he'd seen in a book. He didn't remember which mountain it was, but he needed to be alone for a while. He'd teleported all around the world, so he knew he could return one day.

For eight months he stayed on the mountain and worked on his quirk, his body, before he went back to Japan as dreams of All For One and All Might became more frequent.

He followed All Might around for weeks before finally, he encroached upon their fight. It was huge, and not even in Japan. They were in America, and their blows levelled the landscape.

Izuku stared at the rubble, stared at All For One. He started implanting distracting thoughts into All For One to help All Might, started kicking up a gale, thunder and lightning and hurricane force winds battering All For One and not All Might.

All For One didn't like that, and Izuku watched as the final blows were given, All For One becoming faceless and missing an arm. A hole in his side. Then there was All Might.

Izuku's eyes widened, not caring when Kurogiri carted All For One away, running to his hero. The damage was terrible. All Might was missing his stomach, and a leg.

Izuku held a hand over the hero who stared up at him with pain filled eyes.

"Who...?" All Might coughed, and Izuku tried to get his quirk to work faster, to heal faster.

"Shh All Might. I'm sorry. If I hadn't tried to help you he wouldn't have gotten so angry and done this much damage. I'm so sorry."

All Might's eyes widened. "That.... Was ..you?" Izuku nodded, crying silently as he knitted the wounds back together and started trying to rebuild All Might's stomach, calling upon another Izuku's healing quirk. All Might was steaming, deflating, turning into a skeleton-like man. The healing was taking a lot from both of them.

"My...boy....that was... very...brave. Thank you....for help-" All Might began coughing and Izuku pushed down the panic that rushed through him, focusing on the healing.

"Stop talking, please! I don'- I- I've never healed someone else! I can't let you die All Might!"

After another thirty minutes All Might was unconscious and Izuku was panting with the effort of using an alternate Izuku's quirk for so long.

All Might's leg was unable to be fixed. His stomach was seventy percent regenerated, and most of his other wounds were gone. But he was still bleeding, so Izuku kept going. He knew help was on the way, knew it in his bones.

When they arrived it was none other than Naomasa Tsukauchi, Nezu, and Nighteye. Izuku stared at them in panic as they each froze. He needed them to help!

"Dammit! Help! I'm trying t-to save hi-hi-his life!" He felt yet more tears flow down his face as he tried to finish healing All Might's stomach, but the quirk was fading, eager to return to its originator. He sobbed as the last of the borrowed quirk left and he swiped a hand over the number one hero, pushing down the taste of blood in his throat. Quirk exhaustion caused the edges of his vision to darken, but he pushed through, clearing his throat.

'I've put a thin field around him, keeping anymore blood flowing and not escaping." He then used his own exhausted quirk once more, tugging on a quirk that gave him hot hands. He heated his hands as much as possible and cauterized All Might's formerly bleeding stump.

"I don't know how long this will last, and he needs a stomach transplant or something, please hurry."

"Kid, what were-"

"I'm sorry!" And Izuku vanished, picturing that mountain that had become his place of peace. He'd sent All Might's mind into a comatose state to help with the healing, so only he could get the man to wake up.

"I'm sorry All Might. I'll wake you up when it's all over."

CHAPTER FIVE

Izuku let himself fall, ready to catch himself right before he hit the ground. He loved teleporting sixty meters up and just falling. He always stopped himself three inches from the ground. The sensation of falling was peaceful, because he knew he wouldn't die.

He was ten, and was making a visit to Japan for the first time in a year. He wanted to check up a few people who had been appearing in his dreams. He needed to start meeting people, taking care of a few things.

He wasn't a good person, not really. He did things with good intentions, but they weren't good things.

He knew this as he stood over Stain's brain dead body, knew this as he walked away and left him there to either be happened upon by chance or die by starvation or thirst, or even the cold. It was late fall after all.

He soon left, but not until after meeting with someone he'd meant to speak to for a while.

"I'm not sorry for what Sensei did to All Might."

"I know. All Might is a hero. He signed up for all the risks. He got his power, knowing the risk. He accepted it."

"I am.... I am sorry you had to watch it Player 2. I've been thinking about what you said, about perspective. Not every Hero is intolerable, and I can see the victim's view. I... I don't have a good past, Sensei saved me when heroes never stopped to. Sensei is still bedridden, and will be on life support until he dies."

"I know. Shigaraki, tell me. Now that you gained exp in other skills, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet. But I want to make sure we still have a party alliance. Sensei is the Guild Master, but he isn't part of the party."

"Who is in your party, Shigaraki?

"Kurogiri. Giran. Kurogiri is the Guild Recruiter though, I can't fully trust him."

Izuku blinked. "You can trust him soon. I have a plan."

"Okay, Hack."

"Shut it Hands."

CHAPTER SIX

Izuku looked up at the empty cafe. The old lady who owned it had died, and he had decided that he wanted it. It was under Giran's name, but it was his. He set to tidying up, and two days later, Orbit was open.

A few years passed as Japan rippled in grief over the news of All Might's state. For a year it had been covered up as All Might taking a vacation. But the info got leaked and now all of Japan was in turmoil. Crime rates rocketed and all of the mainstream heroes got harsh introductions to the life of a hero. Many quit when they realized they couldn't sit back and sell merch and save the occasional person anymore.

Izuku became Phantom, never well known, but always helping. His name was known in the underground and many thought him an underground hero. If he saw a crime, depending on the severity, he'd take care of it in different ways. Many ended up unconscious and bound, others ended up with broken bones, and some were found brain-dead.

He never went out on patrols or anything, but if he saw a crime he stopped it. He was getting more powerful and if it built up... He was a nuclear bomb ready to blow. He'd destroyed one of the mountains he'd trained on after four months of no power expulsion.

By the time he was fourteen, he felt ready to free the world from All For One.

He watched over the Bakugou family, and noted with sad fondness how his Kacchan hadn't seemed to have changed. He sighed, because he knew he had. He followed his Kacchan everywhere in public, ready to save him because in so many worlds there was a villain.

But All Might wasn't here.

And Kacchan didn't go through the alley.

No, He went through the tunnel. Izuku watched as the sludge rushed towards Bakugou, not needing to use the sewers to get away from All Might. He was still being chased though, by Miruko, the number five hero. Her hits would go right through the slime. Bakugou was swallowed up and he began blowing up.

Izuku glared at the slime, and it splattered across the tunnel walls, slowly beginning to reform. Izuku let his finger twitch and the sludge was gathered and compressed, stuffed into an empty milk jug. Izuku turned as he heard his name whispered and he teleported to a nearby rooftop, watching as Kacchan rounded the corner and looked around before slumping.

I thought I saw him. Dammit, get ahold of yourself. He went up in flames, he's gone.

Izuku winced as he heard the following doubts. His Kacchan thought he was alive, but everyone told him he was dead. Maybe it was better this way though. Izuku sighed and teleported to the cafe. He couldn't leave Dabi and Toga alone to work the cafe for too long. They always fought over which batch of cookies to make first. The sugar cookies or the chocolate chip. They always forgot that there were two ovens.

Izuku sighed as he walked into the kitchen to find Jin looking confused as to which side to pick... again. Ochako was expertly working around the two arguing people, a coffee in one hand and a latte in the other.

Izuku walked between them, one eyebrow raised. Toga looked better than she did in many worlds, she had a way to deal with her quirk induced insanity, and she never killed the kids at her school. He'd found her on the streets after her parents kicked her out again for biting them by accident. He'd taken her to the cafe and had given her his blood, telling her that it was okay.

She'd been rather thin, and had drunk the blood fast. Afterwards she'd thanked him. She was only fifteen. She explained that if she didn't drink enough blood, her quirk made her bite the nearest person. Izuku related because he had to use different parts of his quirk often or they would go out of control.

He promised to get her blood however he could, and reluctantly contacted the best source of help.

Nezu.

Izuku didn't know what Nezu's office looked like, nor did he know what any of the classrooms in UA looked like, so he imagined the school grounds just past the gate and teleported. He quickly went invisible and entered UA. He walked through the halls until he spotted a student. He went visible before concentrating, using another Izuku's morphing quirk to look like an older version of himself, in the UA uniform. He walked up to the kid, blond with big blue eyes.

"Excuse me?" He tapped the boy on the shoulder. This was Togata Mirio, his quirk told him, usually a very strong ally in many worlds, a ferocious enemy in others.

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me find Nezu's office? I need to talk to him but.." He made a blush appear and scratched the back of his head. "I uh, forgot where it is. This school is just so big!"

"Sure! Follow me!" Izuku followed Togata up several sets of stairs. On the top floor Togata paused in front of a door. "Here you are! I'm Mirio Togata, by the way."

"Izuku Midoriya. Thank you for showing me here."

"No problem! I need to get to class now, Maybe I'll see you around Midoriya!"

"Maybe."

Izuku turned to the door in front of him and knocked. "Come in!" A chipper voice chimed. He opened the door and raised an eyebrow at Nezu.

"Eraserhead? And Snipe? Really? If I was here to hurt anyone, Togata would be dead, and so would many other students. I came here to ask for help."

"Still, I am the smartest being in the world. Lots of people want me dead. What can I do for you Midoriya?"

Izuku bowed slightly, letting the other Izuku's quirk leave and reverting to his normal form. He didn't miss the way Nezu's eyes sparkled with recognition. 'Fuck.'

"I have a friend with a rather frowned upon quirk. I promised to find a way to help her. Her quirk requires blood, and if she doesn't get a certain amount regularly, she goes through quirk insanity and will attack the nearest living person. I figured you could figure out a way for her to cope, because my personal ideas for helping her are... less than legal."

Nezu hummed in thought, though it was likely he was thinking about something else entirely. "I'm sure we at UA can help her. How old is she?"

"She's fifteen. Please take note that if I hadn't found her, she'd be a villain in another year. That is what happens with quirk discrimination these days."

"I see. So she is a freshman. Does she show any interest in being a hero?"

Izuku thought about it, eyes glowing faintly as he went through millions of world in a few seconds. Usually Toga was never saved, sometimes she lived off of Izuku, others she died. In about five percent of worlds she wished to become a hero, and in three percent, she manages to become one.

"I don't know. Give me a moment to ask her?"

Nezu tilted his head curiously. "Is she here?"

"No, but I can go to her and be back in three minutes at least.'

"Hmm, sure." Izuku looked around, memorizing the room before teleporting to the cafe. He found Toga playing with a kitchen knife, eyes shining slightly. She looked up when his foot scuffed the floor.

"Izukkun. Hi." He smiled, letting her know everything was okay. She was actually pretty levelheaded when not suffering from her quirk.

"I have to leave again in a second, I just dropped by to ask you something."

"Okay. What's the question?"

"Do you want to be a hero? Even a little?"

Toga hummed in thought, flipping the knife and spinning it in her hand. "When I was a kid I wanted to be a hero. But after my quirk showed up, all I wanted to be was normal. I wasn't normal because my quirk was bad. I don't know if I can be a good hero, but I want to be normal."

"What if I told you you might be able to go to UA? Would you join the hero course or the Gen Ed?"

"I don't know. Right now I'd say General Education."

"Okay. I'll be back in a bit."

Izuku teleported back to Nezu's office. The animal looked at him in curiosity. "Her answer?"

"She isn't sure at the moment. She thinks it's best if she doesn't become a hero right now."

"We could transfer her to the General Education course, and supply her with blood donations from quirk aid centers that UA sponsors. However, I'd like you to come by every now and then, Izuku Midoriya. You are rather interesting. Police records say your body was cremated in a fire caused by a gas leak. I'm also certain I saw you about three years ago, in a very unconventional place."

Izuku held back the tears that surfaced as a million Izuku's grief and sadness pressed down on him. "Yeah," He whispered. "I tried to help..." But he'd made it worse.

"And you did. You saved his life. He's alive. He just needs to wake up."

"He won't wake up... not yet. He's still in a coma because I have to wake him... but I can't. Not yet. Not until I fix everything."

"Pardon?" Izuku shook his head.

"Not today Nezu-san. If you wish to contact me, find the cafe Orbit. I own it by less than legal means, but I'm a less than legal person. I should be getting back. Also, Eraserhead," He turned to the hero, who quirked an eyebrow.

"Kotonabe Orphanage is currently in the control of third level trigger dealers. When the kids activate thie quirks they're given second generation suppressants until they're ten, when they become trigger test subjects that crash within two years. When you go there, there is an eighty percent chance the only child left alive is Hitoshi Shinsou, a child who is likely three weeks from crashing if my estimations are correct. If this is the twenty percent chance of other survivors, get them all treatment as soon as possible and find them homes. There is a one percent chance that of the living there will be others with a quirk seen in the same light as Shinsou's. However I believe we are of the twenty nine to eighty percent of Shinsou being the only mental type. I think you should shelter him. He needs the quirk reassurance."

Eraserhead nodded, and took the paper that Nezu had whipped out to take notes on as soon as he'd mentioned Trigger.

"Now, I'll take my leave."

"Of course. Until next time, Izuku Midoriya."

"Why the hell are you two fighting over the cookies again? We have two ovens. Dabi, you can have the left oven. Toga, you can have the right. Occhan, table five spilled their frappe and table two broke the salt shaker."

"On it Zuzu!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

"I really am sorry you know?"

He met his Kacchan's glimmering ruby eyes. They laid on a rooftop, the stars stretching in the infinite sky.

"I know, nerd. I missed you , fucker." Izuku laughed, the sound ringing through the night.

"I know." It was silent for a while longer.

"Don't leave me like that. Not ever. Got it Deku?"

Izuku felt overwhelming nostalgia at the old nickname. He hummed, flashing a bright smile at his Kacchan. "Never. But only if Kacchan promises to never leave me too."

His Kacchan tch'd, even as their fingers threaded and their grips tightened. "I promise." He murmured.

Kacchan really was beautiful. Izuku turned on his side so that he no longer faced the sky, staring into his Kacchan's pretty eyes. His other hand caressed his Kacchan's cheek, and he leaned forward, his meeting soft lips. It only lasted a second before he pulled away, blushing slightly.

"My Kacchan." He murmured. His Kacchan's voice was a deep throaty rasp as he replied.

"Yeah."

CHAPTER EIGHT

Izuku walked down the street, whistling a tune from some American film. Toga was asleep and he'd felt restless, so here he was, on a walk. He could feel a few worlds tugging at his quirk, and ignored them, turning a corner.

He sighed as he spotted none other than Touya Todoroki, hair charcoal black. He was leaning against a wall, coughs of blue flame leaving his mouth. His scarred skin was torn in some places, bleeding and oozing. He'd obviously just gotten into a fight and overused his quirk.

Izuku walked up to him. Touya looked up, watching him warily, but in his eyes Izuku was nothing more than a kid. He was only twelve after all, though he'd be thirteen in a few weeks.

"I will heal you." He said to the man.

"Why?"

"Because you are hurt. And I don't like when people are hurt." He slowly placed a hand on the worst of the tears, pulling on a healing quirk from another Izuku. The wounds stitched closed, no scarring in the areas. So now there were pale splotches in some places on the scarred flesh. Izuku stepped back. "You need a place to rest. I can't heal quirk overuse. Follow me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you."

Touya examined him for a moment before he nodded and following him, occasionally looking down at the new skin in slight wonder. Izuku unlocked the cafe door and let Touya in.

"I'm going to tell you this, and please, do not freak. I did say I wouldn't tell anyone about you. I know who you are. But I want you to tell me what to call you."

Touya looked startled, coughing out some more smoke and searching Izuku's face before speaking. "Dabi. So, you're gonna keep quiet? And you don't want anything in return?"

Izuku shook his head. "I mean, you could work here at the cafe, because honestly, you aren't that bad, but I don't want anything from you."

Dabi nodded, and Izuku led him upstairs, past Toga who was curled up on the couch (she was used to it from living with her parents and said beds were too soft) and to the guest room.

"The girl in there was Toga. She was abused for her quirk, so please be careful in what you do. If she starts acting crazy crazy, then press the red button under the coffee table and leave the door unlocked. Yes a hero will come, no they won't ask questions or take anyone away." Because she needed at least a pint a day, and usually she could just drop by Recovery Girl, but it was the weekend. And Toga got distracted sometimes.

Dabi nodded and Izuku left him to get accustomed to the room.

He came home the next day to the two arguing over which type of cookies to make

CHAPTER NINE

Izuku sighed, walking through the halls. The new term was about to start so UA was still empty. But soon there would be people here who knew him. People from when he was younger.

There was a chance they would see him. He was here often, helping teachers in an older form or talking with Nezu about what might happen. He couldn't see the future clearly, only pick up on omens and common events from other worlds.

He rolled his eyes as a feather zipped by. The number two hero had been following him for a few days, ever since walking into the cafe and seeing Dabi in the kitchen and having a ten second gay panic that Izuku could definitely relate to.

"If you want his number, go to the cafe and ask." He said, crushing the feather. Dabi looked better, his scarring mostly gone thanks to painful healing sessions where Izuku would run in and catch Dabi giving him a reason to heal him. He'd gotten called into the bathroom only to watch Dabi smirk and use a goddamn potato peeler to peel the scar tissue off his damn arm. He'd chewed the man out and offered to get a numbing agent from Nezu so that Dabi wouldn't feel the pain of having scar tissue removed.

Dabi had agreed before immediately cursing the world out in pain because flaying yourself hurt goddammit.

The stupidity of some people. He blew up the potato peeler.

Anyways, now the number two hero was simping over the number one hero's long lost child, of which the damn bird wrongfully idolizes. So cliche.

Speaking of, Endeavor was about to be de-throned, because the worlds had been tugging him again and all of them were full of Endeavor's training sessions. It'd take a lot out of him, but he was about to broadcast the next session to the police, while saving his friend.

CHAPTER TEN

Izuku was six, and he was tired of the dreams of the number two hero. His opinion of the hero had gone south ever since the first dream. One night he decided to teleport into a room only seen in dreams.

He saw the boy curled up on a futon and walked over and shaking the boy awake. "Shouto Todoroki?"

"Who-?" Izuku placed a finger against Shouto's lips.

"Shh. I don't want to wake Endeavor. I'm Izuku. I came to help you as much as I can." Izuku took Shouto's hand and started to heal the boy of his bruises.

"How did you get here?"

"I teleported. My quirk is very versatile. I kept getting dreams of what he does to you and I can't stand it. I don't have the power to out him right now, but one day I will. Until then I'll heal you."

Shouto Todoroki just blinked at the strange boy who healed his bumps and bruises, feeling a warmth he thought he'd lost when his Father isolated him from his siblings, a warmth that had faded when his mother was taken away. "Okay, Izuku."

After that Izuku never failed to show up after a training session, healing Shouto and spending time with him before disappearing one day when he was seven, almost eight.

--

Izuku sighed as he sat cross legged atop Endeavor's Japanese style home, hands held out in front of him as he concentrated, focusing on broadcasting the events about to take place not even fifty feet away. He first activated his clairvoyance, eyebrows furrowing as he coaxed the mental image a few blocks away, streaming directly on the screen of every device in the nearest police station.

Every officer watched as Endeavor put his son down verbally while beating him mercilessly, the boy being forced to take near-crippling blows, his own counterattacks barely fazing the hero. It lasted for at least two hours before the door slammed open and the older siblings ran in. Izuku cut the feed as he watched Fuyumi lash out with her ice whilst Natsuo threw little red ice quills like senbon at the Number One. Shouto was barely conscious as his arm was flung around Fuyumi's shoulders.

"I come back from college to this?! Are you trying to kill him!?"

"Boy, how dare you inter-"

"I could give a rats ass what you think! Get out!"

Izuku watched Natsuo's eyes glow as he used his quirk and Endeavor roared in pain. Natsuo Todoroki. One of Endeavor's "Forgotten Children". His quirk was never known to anyone simply because it never developed. Once he'd been declared quirkless, Endeavor paid the media to cover up his existence. Then the man himself forgot the boy and missed when the boy activated his quirk late.

Natsuo Todoroki. Vigilante by the name of Fireblood. His quirk was deemed Burning Spines. He could create thin needles of ice that were a pale shade of red. By themselves they did little damage, unless they got lodged in a pressure point. However, when they were activated, they released a toxin. One quill held enough to burn. Endeavor had at least ten, so he soon fell unconscious, his veins standing out as they glowed red from the amount of toxin. Not quite deadly, but agonizing as well as paralyzing. From Izuku's estimates, the toxin would wear off in thirty minutes. Endeavor would remain unconscious until his body recovered.

He opened his eyes and teleported to Shouto. Fuyumi jumped, and Natsuo, who'd just caught up, got in a fighting stance.

"I'm not here to harm you. In fact, my goal here is to help you. Follow me, I've a safe place." Izuku gently picked up Shouto. He looked over to Natsuo, green eyes soft.

"You should use your quirk to help Fuyumi-san. One will help her tremendously." Natsuo looked surprised to hear that Izuku knew, but nonetheless formed a quill and handed it to his sister, explaining that it wouldn't hurt her. Her body was made to negate heat, and the toxin was essentially liquid fire. She'd used her quirk, and was shivering lightly. She put the quill in her mouth and Natsuo activated the toxin. The quill quickly melted and Fuyumi was unharmed.

The two Todoroki thanked Izuku as they walked, even as the green haired boy waved them off. "Oh, By the way," he said as they approached the cafe. "I have two roomates, and they may be sleeping as it is their breaktime." He didn't tell them about Dabi, he needed some way to amuse himself, didn't he?

He led them through the back entrance, through the kitchen and up the stairs. Izuku couldn't feel Toga, but Dabi was in his room. Izuku laid Shouto on the couch and pulled out his phone, taking pictures of Shouto's wounds and sending them to Nezu. Finally he settled down next to Shouto and tugged on a familiar healing quirk and slowly worked on each wound.

He was glad he'd decided to act, because Endeavor had finally pushed the limit. He'd nearly 'trained' the boy to death, probably out of anger from Shouto's second place in the recommendation exam. Halfway through the healing, the boy woke up, blinking at Izuku groggily.

"Izuku?" Izuku just hummed. He was slightly nervous for the boy's reaction, as he'd been away for six years. He wasn't expecting the soft smile and shiny eyes.

"I missed you." Was all he said before falling silent. Izuku got over the shock and grinned back.

"I missed you too Shouchan!" It was quiet as Izuku carefully healed everything, down to the weeks old bruises. When he was done he yawned and let go of the quirk, letting it fade to the background where a million other Izuku's went through their days.

Izuku perked up as he heard Dabi's door open. "Hey Dabi! I have some guests!" He called.

"Who'd you," Dabi yawned, walking into the room, "Pick up this....time...oh." He stared at his family, Fuyumi kneeling next to the couch, which a now-healed Shouto laid on. Natsuo stood behind the couch. All of them were looking at him. No recognition in any of their eyes yet.

"Izuku," He started, and oh, well, Fuyumi's eyes were widening. "Why?"

Izuku shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "It's time. They're safe."

Touya inhaled sharply, feeling tears burn his eyes as hope flooded him. "Really?" He choked out, a hand coming up to clutch at his shirt. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Izuku nodded and a muffled sob left him.

Izuku turned to the Todoroki's. "You must be confused. Dabi here, well, you three know him." Fuyumi was already standing, hands frosting as she reached out for Touya's hands. The man mirrored her actions, blue flames flickering around his fingertips, melting the frost.

"Touya." Fuyumi whispered. She placed a hand in his hair and it came back dusted in black soot. Natsuo's eyes widened before he was jumping over the couch and hugging Touya. Shouto was staring in childish wonder.

Izuku left silently, giving them time to talk. He grinned slightly. He was finally making some progress.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Izuku managed to keep out of sight so far. It was Thursday, the fourth day of school. There was a field trip tomorrow for the Hero Course and he'd been asked to accompany them. He was planning how he'd avoid getting seen when an alarm went off.

Teleporting to the roof gave him a clear view of the gates. They'd been disintegrated. Izuku sighed, waiting for everything to calm down. Afterwards, he teleported to Nezu's office.

"Ah, Midoriya. I assume you're here about the gate?"

Izuku nodded. "I know who destroyed it. They don't belong to the media." Then his brow furrowed. Why had the media even been there? In other worlds it was because All Might was a teacher at UA. "Why... Why was the media even here today?"

Nezu sighed. "There was a leak that there was a young talented assistant, you, and they wanted to know who it was. Now, back on topic, you say you know who broke the gate down?"

Izuku nodded. "He's an acquaintance of mine. However, he's a villain, and is under the tutelage of All For One. I'm working on helping him mature, because when I first met him, he was a teen with the mind of a petulant child. His master both helped him grow as well as stunted him. He's in a... weird place, right now. I'll try to get some info later tonight and let you know if it's anything important."

Nezu nodded. "Very well. Until then, does your quirk have anything to give us?"

Izuku sighed. He honestly didn't even need to talk to Tomura, he knew what was going to happen tomorrow. He could stop it easily, but he was worried that if he strayed too far from the likeliest and most common events he would become less able to protect and predict certain events. "I suppose I could tell you, but I don't wish for anything to be changed. I believe today was both a warning, and to get my schedule. This means that there is a traitor. I could easily find them, unless they have a quirk that blocks my own quirk. Which means they are likely planning an attack on UA to get to me. There is a ninety-four percent chance that the USJ will be attacked tomorrow."

Nezu gestured for him to continue. "If I were to go with them, as is on schedule whether I agree or not, there is a zero percent chance that any student would die. If I were to show up late, there is a three percent of student injury, and a zero point five chance of student fatality. If I were to not go at all, there is a eighty percent chance of everyone on the trip dying, a twenty percent chance of help arriving on time. Of the twenty percent chance, if someone arrived late there would be a ten percent chance of everyone still being dead, a five percent chance of said help being eliminated, and a five percent chance that some students survive, the most common survivors being Shouto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugou, Mezzo Shouji, Eijirou Kirishima, Ochako Uraraka, Toru Hagakure and Iida Tenya. The most common casualties are Minoru Mineta, Tsuyu Asui, Masashiro Ojirou, Kyouka Jirou, Denki Kaminari, and Sero Hanta. The rest are fifty-fifty. Safe to say, I will be attending the USJ Field trip with Eraserhead and Thirteen."

Nezu looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't see why not, and if all else fails, your quirk can get you here for backup and back in little to no time. I'll allow it. Please do not allow any of our students to die."

"I won't but you may end up with quite a few brain dead villains. Fastest way to take them all out is to break their minds."

Nezu grinned evilly. "If they stoop so low as to attack children, hero students or not, I think they deserve to come out of it broken."