Time Shift

by Curtburt

Summary:

Third Year UA student and quirkless Pro Hero in Training Midoriya Yume runs into a tourist while on patrol at her internship and ends up stranded 30 years in the past while Pro Heroes and police try to figure out how to get her back to her time. Meanwhile, UA's Time Displacement Protocol kicks in, and Yume finds herself living in the dorms and attending classes with the infamous Class 1-A - the same Class 1-A that all three of her parents are a part of - until she can get back home. While part of her is anxious to get back to her budding Pro Hero career, another part of her is ecstatic to have the chance to watch her parents, practically strangers and literal babies, build the bonds that eventually create the family she know and loves.

Plus, she doesn't even have to worry about disappearing from existence if she doesn't nudge them together. #AdoptionPerks, right?

Notes:

Italicized speech in the beginning is English/words Yume doesn't understand, just a heads up.

This is my strange addition to TodoDeku Month 2020. This first chapter isn't really TodoDeku-focused, because I need to set things up, but I promise all the other chapters will be. So, here we go folks - TodoDeku Month from the eyes of their Time-Displaced youngest child, Yume.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: First Meeting

"Police - Station!"

Yume massaged her fingertips in circles at her temple, eyes shut tight as she waited for the world to stop spinning. The incessant shouting of the stupid tourist she had run into was certainly not helping. 

God, it had been a routine patrol at her internship, absolutely nothing interesting happened, and then she turned a corner and completely collided with a tourist, the entire world just - freaking - wooshed, and then she was on the ground with some English-speaking tourist blabbering at her as if the world wasn't dangerously spinning around them.

"For the love of - I don't know what you're saying!" Yume insisted, putting an arm out and gently nudging the other girl away from her. "Bad English!" She tried to explain, pointing at herself. 

"Yeah, well, bad Japanese here! But you're a Pro Hero - shouldn't know key phrases? We need to go to a Police. Station!"

"God, I hate English," Yume mumbled as the world seemed to settle and she opened her eyes to a very angry and frantic tourist. Ugh, she was still too dizzy for this. "Why aren't my goggles working anyway?" She asked herself, reaching up to pull the latest hair clip-chip version of Hibito's Language Goggles from her hair and examined it. It didn't look damaged - there was no reason she could easily see for it to not be projecting the translation like usual. Hibi's Tricks never just...bombed out on her like this. As she stared at the non-working clip, her still-spinning brain finally pulled one of the words the tourist had been shouting at her out of the depths of her memory. "Oh - police! Police!"

"Yes! Yes, thank God! Go police. You, me, go police, please!" the tourist exclaimed, waving her hands by her head, ecstatic that they had established some kind of communication base. 

Smirking, Yume put her hands on the girl's shoulders and turned her around - they were standing in front of a police station. "Police," she said, pointing.

"Go figure," the tourist snorted. Then, she grabbed Yume's arm and tugged, but Yume wrenched her arm out of her grasp. "You hafta come with me," the tourist insisted. She reached for Yume's hand again.

"No!" Yume shouted, clutching her arm to her chest. "I have to patrol - no!"

The tourist groaned when Yume dodged her grasp again. "Fine - stay here then! Do you understand? Stay. Here." She emphasized her last words by pointing at Yume and then the ground.

Yume just stared. Why were they still talking? The tourist didn't even look hurt - did she really expect Yume to rearrange her entire day because they ran into each other?  She just wanted to finish her patrol and crash at her dorm. Maybe grab a cup of tea to help with the wicked headache all that spinning had given her...

Meanwhile, the tourist was rambling at her in English again. "Anytime my quirk activates, I have to report to the police with my ridealong, okay?"

Yume hummed. "Quirk...?" She raised her eyebrows, not sure what else was said, but recognizing at least that one word.

"Yeah, my quirk. You stay here, and we'll figure it out, okay?"

"Okay?" Yume repeated slowly. She had no idea what was being said, but repeating the words she understood seemed to satisfy the girl. Hopefully the police on duty spoke better English than she did.

"Oh, thank God," the tourist breathed, running up the steps. "I'll be right back. Don't. Leave, okay?"

"Okay."

The girl disappeared and Yume sighed in relief. "Finally," she mumbled before turning on her heel and heading back the way she had come from before the collision. She had the distinct impression that the tourist had been American, from her accent.

Americans were the worst.

Annoying tourists aside, Yume looked around, trying to find the familiar purples and blues of her internship chaperone Whirlwind's costume. She could've sworn the hero had been right behind her, but now Whirlwind was nowhere in sight. Maybe she'd gotten a call while the world had been spinning for Yume? Weird for her to leave Yume behind, though...

Sighing, Yume put a finger to the communicator in her ear. "Whirlwind, what's your-" she cut off, realizing there hadn't been a beep after she opened their usual communication channel. She tapped it again - nothing. "You, too?" she asked, pulling the communicator out of her ear to examine it.

No cracks. No damage of any kind. No visible reason to explain why it suddenly wasn't working.

"What's up with my tech today?" she grumbled. Huffing, she let her head hang for a second before getting her bearings. Luckily, she wasn't far from a train that could take her back to UA - she could just head back to the school and check in with Whirlwind once she got a working communicator. If she hurried, she'd make it to the 3-A classroom before they switched to hero training for the day, and maybe she could join the exercise.

Slipping her broken communicator into a pocket, Yume started jogging towards the train platform, wondering why her patrols with Whirlwind were always so weird. She never wound up in these strange scenarios when she patrolled with other heroes from her internship agency. It's the old Class A Disaster Magnet, Papa would say. She spent too much time as your Mom and Dad's sidekick, and it rubbed off on her - she attracts disaster now, too.

Yume laughed at the thought. She should call him today; he'd love this latest mishap and her miserable attempts at English. She could already hear him chiding her for her lack of basic English skills between laughs as she ascended the stairs to the train platform.

A short train ride and ten minutes later, Yume pushed open the 3-A door and immediately bowed. "Sorry for interrupting, sensei."

She had expected to receive the typical, cheerful response from Togata-sensei before starting her explanation, but instead she was met with silence. A tense, uncomfortable silence, the likes of which she hadn't felt since her first year at UA. A couple whispers broke out toward the back of the room, but Yume couldn't place which of her classmates it was.

Then, finally, a distinctly uncheerful and gravelly voice asked, "Who are you?"

Yume snapped back up from her bow, only to squeak at the teacher who was most certainly not Togata-sensei. In a jumpsuit as black as his hair and with both an extensive scarf bundled around his neck and dark circles under his eyes that could rival Shinsou-sensei's, he almost looked...like...like... "Ai-Aizawa-sensei?" she gasped, "But you're so young!"

Someone barked a laugh, and Yume whirled around to lock eyes with a spiky-haired redhead, who was covering his mouth after his unintentional outburst. He had on the typical UA uniform, and he was decades younger than Yume had ever known him, but she'd know that hair anywhere. "Uncle Kiri?" she breathed, eyes going wide. "But that means-" Yume's eyes zipped around the classroom, finding three faces on autopilot - the first surrounded by a mass of green curls, the second with bright pink cheeks, and the third framed by his trademark half-red, half-white hair.

"Oh, shit. She had a Time Travel quirk."

Notes:

Side Note: I haven't decided yet if I'm actually going to count this as something that legit happens in my Midoriya Family series. Think of it as a Pocket AU to that series for now. Depending on how it turns out, I might make it a part of that, I might not. Not that it'll change too much - just might be a fun addition that is sometimes mentioned, the fact that Yume met them before they knew who she was or even thought about her potential existence.

It's honestly all just for fun. This is my favorite ship, and it's a weird idea my brain latched onto so - here it is!

I'd love to hear your thoughts, and I promise the TodoDeku is gonna be more heavily featured in the rest of the chapters (with some side helpings of TodoDekuRaka and IzuOcha, because that's they're family, so it's gonna happen).

The End. :)

Chapter 2: Anything

"So, what's your Quirk, then?"

Uncle Kacchan stood across from her, gauntleted hands hanging at his sides. He wasn't even glaring at her, just squinting. If Yume had to guess, he was more bored than anything else. But that wasn't shocking. All he knew about her as of yet was that she was the weird future girl who interrupted their homeroom class and nearly got their training canceled for the day.

She hadn't even registered as competition to him yet, much less a threat. Of course he was bored.

Yume's eyes darted to the right side of the sparring field where a handful of teachers stood, observing her. We understand that you are a provisionally licensed Hero in your own time, but for our sake, we just need to see that you can handle yourself. That's what Principal Nezu had said, despite the irrefutably genuine license she had shown them. It should have been enough proof for all of them, but only Aizawa-sensei had rolled his eyes at the request. She met his eyes across the field and narrowed them before turning her attention back to Uncle Kacchan.

"Guess," she shouted back at him, a slow smirk crawling across her face as she raised her arms. This was gonna be fun.

"Hah?" Uncle Kacchan shouted, his brow finally tipping down into a glare.

"You think villains are gonna come up to you and just give up their Quirk to you?" Yume scoffed. "Yeah right. You gotta figure that shit out yourself, Kacchan."

To her left, she heard a squeak she just knew came from her da-Deku. It came from Deku. Though most people probably missed it beneath Kaminari's drawn out Oohhhhh!

"What did you just call me?" Uncle - no, just Bakugo - shouted now.

Yume opened her mouth to shout back at him, but Aizawa-sensei's voice beat her to the punch. "Extra credit to whoever guesses Amaya's Quirk before she leaves." He met her eyes after, and Yume began to smirk. Even from across the sparring field, she could tell he was hiding a manic grin behind his scarf. 

Yume settled back into a ready stance, shifting her attention back to Bakugo as Mineta wailed, "But her Quirk could be anything!"

Aizawa turned a glare on him, but the challenge alone had tiggered her Da - Deku's infamous mumbling. "But if sensei is willing to give extra credit for guessing it, it can't be anything physical. Or at least not physically obvious, like Todoroki-kun's fire and ice, or even Kacchan's explosions. It's going to be more subtle, maybe an augmentation quirk, or a mental quirk, or -"

"Would you shut the hell up, you damn nerd!" Bakugo shouted, glaring at Deku.

"What's a matter, Kacchan?" Yume shouted. "Scared you're gonna lose?" She heard the class take in a collective gasp just before Bakugo exploded into action.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Yume only smirked. This was gonna be a fun three weeks.

Notes:

So, I have a sudden increase in my free time, and I've been wanting to finish off some of the stories I left hanging here. This one may have more luck in getting updated than others, because I'm hoping to keep chapters super short, AND this is non-linear. I also don't have a lot of plot for this fic - just fun snippets of Yume needing to spend 3 weeks with her teenage parents and their crazy classmates.

No guarantees that I'll finish this off while my free time remains, and I might jump into other unfinished fics (posted and not posted yet) as well, but hopefully there will be multiple updates. And hopefully having some time to write now will help me find it when my free time disappears again.

Either way, I hope you enjoy whatever I'm able to get posted. Thanks for reading!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of My Midoriya Family