Chapter 1: VOID 001 | Incident
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« CHAPTER ONE »
| January 11 | 6:00 P.M. | Hospital
The dead silence filling the air on the Hospital Waiting Room was almost consuming the students of Class 1A. The villains weren't the main concern in their minds neither was it the minimal injuries of random civilians. No, it was Izuku Midoriya's life, a hero-in-training attending U.A. High and their classmate.
The incident was not too long ago, no one ever predicted that villains would attack at the same exact place the students of Class 1A would be.
You could say a villain attack that wasn't meant to target the students wouldn't have to lead to such disastrous outcomes, right? No, the world is unfair. It doesn't care if you're a hero or a villain or just a mere civilian, it will keep toying on you like a puppet.
All thoughts were snapped when a tall worn-out man with messy, shoulder-length black hair entered the room revealing to be Class 1A's Homeroom Teacher—Shota Aizawa a.k.a EraserHead.
If we were to be honest, Aizawa is already used to seeing Class 1A in incidents, considering they were trouble magnets. It was like danger is always following wherever they go. Even so, he can't just say he wasn't worried for their well-being.
It all began just a while ago...
| Earlier at the Dorms |
"Woah, are you for real Todoroki?!" Kirishima shouted at awe, others were also sparkling with shock.
The two-toned haired boy simply nodded and said, "The old man wanted me to treat all of my classmates so I thought of maybe inviting you all."
"Guess that's how rich you could get for having your dad be the number one hero!" Kaminari joked.
Sero joined in on him, "Yeah! Treating the whole class? You sure sound rich!"
Midoriya glanced at Todoroki, in which he returned the look, "Is something wrong?" The dense hero asked.
"U-Umm! Not really, but a-are you really okay spending all that money?" Midoriya stuttered.
Todoroki glanced at his left hand and slightly smiled, "Yeah, besides, We're going to be on a Soba Shop. I think I'll like it there."
Deku chuckled, "That's no surprise."
The whole class, excluding a certain angry Pomeranian who said it'd be a waste of time, came to a Soba Shop near U.A. High to celebrate Shoto Todoroki's birthday.
With the permission of Principal Nezu to leave school grounds, they were given a short amount of time to walk around outside. After the probably-immense training the students got from their second work-study, it's only fair to let the students get a bit of rest, right?
The store was unexpectedly big and that was good especially for nineteen students to fit in. Todoroki even got a discount from the store owner considering it was his day.
It was all just a typical birthday celebration until the door slammed open, revealing low villains with guns, only to be revealed that their mission was to rob the store, and in order to do that, one of the things they should do is to threaten each civilian.
Throughout the commotion, Class 1A get into a fighting stance, telling the villains they're students with provisional licenses. They couldn't really rely on other forces as of now, considering there weren't many hero agencies near U.A.
The villain simply smirked and held a gunpoint to a small frail girl who was shaking on the ground. "Move and I won't hesitate to kill her."
The students were taken aback. In the situation they're in, they couldn't possibly exchange the girl's life for the money the villains are robbing. But, something has to be done.
"C'mon, get the money and let's leave!" The villain leader hurried his comrades up who eventually got a whole bag of cash from the counter.
Just as they were leaving the villain grinned, "You know what, I think I don't mind ending someone's life." His words were fast and pointed the gun back to the sobbing child.
Before anyone could move a muscle, Midoriya rushed in to help. In this sheer moment, the villain leader shifted his gunpoint and aimed at the green-haired boy. Pulling the trigger with a loud bang.
The bullet pierced through his chest as a loud thud of a body came falling down the floor. The students and the people at the store stared, wide-eyed at the scene.
Midoriya tried to stand in front of the sobbing little girl, his right hand covering the child with his left hand clutching on his wound. "I.. won't... L-Let... you.."
And just at the exact time he said that, a villain used his quirk, what seems to be telekinesis, and used it on Midoriya. He sent the hero's head to hit hard on the floor, leaving him half unconscious.
The villain grinned and all five of them fled, "That would do it, now let's go!"
With a bit of hesitation at first, Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero and Tokoyami chased off the villains after Momo rounded them up after silence engulfed them a while ago. Bakugo could've been a lot of help in this situation but sadly, he was absent.
"Tsu, call the ambulance! Mina, the police!" Yaoyorozu yelled as she ran to Midoriya's aid along with Iida and Uraraka, "Jiro, call Mr. Aizawa or someone at U.A! The rest, check on the civilians!"
Everyone nodded and went to what they were told to do. The three gathered around Midoriya who was lying on the floor. Uraraka first reassured the girl who went back to her mother, who was a fountain of tears.
"Midoriya?! Midoriya, look at me!" Iida shouted while laying Midoriya on a more comfortable position.
"Let me see.." Yaoyorozu said, pulling Iida away. She removed Midoriya's hand covering the wound and took a look onto it.
She had a face of horror. Judging by the position the bullet came through, the bullet might have hit a vital organ, the lungs per say, and the wound itself wasn't stopping from bleeding, "This is bad..."
"Tsu, when will the ambulance arrive?!" Uraraka looked at her frog friend, she was on the verge of crying.
"They said they'll arrive after three minutes, ribbit!" She immediately answered, still on the phone.
They were all breathing heavily, taking glances at Midoriya who looked so pale and solemn.
"Iida, can't you like, carry Midoriya to the Hospital?! He doesn't have time to wait, just look at how lifeless he looks!" Uraraka screamed-shouted, the event that was unfolding was too much for her. Too much for all of them.
Iida argued, sad he couldn't do anything to help, "I-I can't! What if it only severed the wound? We can't take any chances!" Yaoyorozu ignored their yelling and proceeded to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Okay, okay. I-Is he awake? Or is he asleep? He's not unconscious, is he?" Iida panicked, he was beginning to think of horrible consequences, but shook it off. He has to be positive.
"It's fine. It's fine. Everything's going to be fine."
Uraraka looked at Midoriya, "Deku? Can you hear me? Please answer..."
Silence.
Just as Yaoyorozu was pressing the cloth to Midoriya's body, she felt a hot sensation.
"I-Is he getting hot? That's not suppose to happen, right..?" Uraraka caressed her hand to Midoriya's face.
What was happening right before them was not normal. Yes, he was hit by a bullet but he shouldn't be getting this hot so fast, right? He shouldn't.
"This shouldn't happen.. unless..." Iida trailed off.
"There was something in the bullet." Yaoyorozu continued, a horrifying feeling ran through her head.
Immediately after she had said that, they suddenly saw Midoriya glowing. "W-What..?"
Midoriya's body had these red veins layed out in his body, as if he's using his quirk, One for All. Not only that, his hands were trickling with black blobs of his blackwhip.
"His quirk... It's activating...?" Iida questioned, Yaoyorozu then noticed something more out of the ordinary.
His blood was... turning white.
"What's happening to... Deku...?" Uraraka cried out, putting her hands on her face, being no help to the situation.
Midoriya's lips curled, as if he was trying to speak. He was conscious!—At least, that's what they think.
"W..Where... Am I?" He croaked.
"Midoriya!" Iida screamed his name in joy, a trickle of tears sliding down his face. "Don't worry..! We'll get you to the ambulance, everything will be—"
"Why... isn't anyone... answering me...?" Midoriya continued, frowning at the ceiling. "Who... are you...?"
Iida and Uraraka couldn't hold back any tears, some other Class 1A also heard this and couldn't bare any of it.
"What d-do you mean, Midoriya? W-We're right here!" Iida's voice was shaky. "Midoriya, we're here!"
"Kacchan..." Midoriya gave a weak smile, "W-Wait for me! Why are... you leaving me?"
"Bakugo?" The students thought before Midoriya whispered. His voice was cracking as everyone only looked at the scene.
"Please... I don't want to be alone anymore."
Chapter 2: VOID 001 | Malfunction
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« CHAPTER 02 »
| January 11 | 5:50 P.M. | Soba Shop |
"Please, I don't want to be alone anymore..." Midoriya whimpered before his eyelids fell.
The boy didn't usher another word. Everyone was terrified for the boy's life, his breathing was slowing down and the bleeding didn't stop no matter how much Momo gave pressure to it.
They were beginning to have awful ideas. What if he doesn't make it to the hospital? What if Midoriya loses too much blood? What if the medics were too late?
No, they shouldn't think about that. They should think positively. They just have to take the necessary precautions before the ambulance arrives. Nothing's over yet, they shouldn't think that way.
"Uraraka, check for a pulse!" Yaoyorozu stuttered. The brown haired girl lent her ear to Midoriya's chest and heard nothing. She waited, trying to hear at least one heartbeat.
Her eyes widened as she slowly looked up to the others awaiting for an answer. Her vision was being blurry from all the unshed tears. No one said a word. The silence already gave the answer. Is Midoriya really gone..?
Ojiro noticed the red veins still active on Midoriya's body and stammered, "W-Wait, why is his quirk still...?"
And just right after that, the blackwhip on Midoriya's hand began lashing out, hitting almost everyone in the area. It was reminiscent of what happened to him during the Joint Training.
"His quirk is out of control!" Iida yelled, jumping out of he way and pushing off some civilians about to be hit.
"What's happening?! I don't want to die!" Mineta cried out like a baby, running around before Shoji caught him.
Just as the students were about to get a hard hit, the quirk suddenly turned off, returning back to Midoriya's body. They all looked at the door to see Mr. Aizawa, All Might and Principal Nezu along with the sounds of sirens.
"They're here!" Kaminari yelled as medics hurdled in to the injured boy. Professionals carrying him to the ambulance, careful not to move him in an angle that will greater his injury.
The students followed the medics outside, worried of their friend.
"His blood..." Ashido began.
"Yes, we saw." A medic said, taking notes on his paper, "It must be a cause of someone's quirk. What's the boy's quirk?"
"Um, Super strength." Ojiro answered.
"That's peculiar." The doctor straightened his posture, "Is there anyone else injured?"
Hagakure shook her head, "No sir."
"Thank you. We will take it from here." The doctor said, rushing to the ambulance.
Just as the ambulance left first, the teachers ran to the students, which were a fountain of cries, barely even finishing their explanation without sniffing.
"What just happened?" All Might asked, "What happened to Young Midoriya?"
All of the students were silent, not knowing how to reply to the former number one hero.
Aizawa sighed, "All of you, return back to the dorms."
The students were taken aback. They needed to know Izuku's state but they were being forced to just go home? Like someone isn't on the verge of dying?
"But, Mr. Aizawa!"
"No buts, we need you back there pronto." Aizawa grunted before Nezu appeared from his scarf.
"No, no, I think the students can come." The principal agreed. Aizawa argued back, saying how bad of an idea it was but Nezu was followed, "You do know your students, Aizawa? If you leave them alone, they'll plan something again."
With that Aizawa grumbled and ordered his students to come first while he follows them, eyeing on their movements.
| January 11 | 6:01 P.M. | Hospital |
"How is Midoriya doing, Mr. Aizawa?" Iida asked with a worried face.
"Is Deku going to be alright?" Uraraka clung to Asui who was patting her back, trying to calm her down, added.
Immediately, a doctor followed behind Aizawa. All the students looked at him, awaiting for an explanation.
"I can't say for sure he's alright. The bullet did pass through his body and he did receive a severe injury in the head." The doctor stated, shuffling through files of papers. "He's in stable condition and under quarantine for tonight but the bullet seemed to have something in it. Coincidentally, there has been two patients that has gone through this after being attacked by the same villain."
The students heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Midoriya is going to be alright. But that wasn't the end of the doctor's report.
"The bullet contained two quirks, one called "Quirk Malfunction." Once hit by the bullet, the person had to be shaken in the head for it to work. Though, not much is known about this quirk. Less is known for the other quirk. The survival rate is of 90% to normal people." The doctor explained. But something seemed odd to how he said it.
"What do you mean by normal people, sir?" Kaminari asked, others nodding to be having thesame question.
The doctor explained, "According to the test machine, Izuku Midoriya's body seems to be holding about seven to eight quirks and as of now, two or three are activated."
All of them were startled. Eight quirks? When did that ever happen?
"When did Midoriya get so many quirks?" The whole class thought thought. "It reminds me of those... Nomus."
All Might's sweat dropped when he heard this. He knew about Midoriya having to receive the quirks of their predecessors but now he was thinking that the gift he gave would just kill his successor.
"Sir, what do you mean?" Kirishima asked.
"The survival rate depends on how strong the patient's quirk is. For example is your Ice Quirk." The doctor pointed at Todoroki, who listened intently, "If you were hit with the bullet, your quirk will malfunction and activate it's full power on it's own. In your case, it could freeze you and everything around you."
When the students heard about the last sentence, they could feel goosebumps.
Asui then remembered something, "But when Midoriya uses his full power, he becomes incapacitated and breaks his bones, ribbit."
"Indeed." The doctor agreed, "And considering there are more quirks, it would completely destroy his body within days. That is why a normal person's survival rate wouldn't work out for him."
"The cause of his white blood is still unknown but his body is gradually getting hotter than normal, from a range of 45°C to 47°C. Even after treatments, his temperature isn't going down."
"Is there anything we can do?!" Uraraka panicked, the tears trickle down on her face.
The doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry but there's nothing we can do... He will die within two days even with our help." He said slowly and gently, before bowing down and left, "Please excuse me."
The students stood there, being eaten by the fear of their friend dying.
"Midoriya's... Going to die.." Iida stared at the wall, still not accepting the truth. They were all left standing there with the idea of someone dying implanted on their brain. They couldn't even do anything to help them.
All Might stood there on the background, having a war in his head. If Midoriya is gone, then what would happen to One for All? He shook his head. What is he thinking? He should be thinking of a way to help, not dread and wait for Midoriya to fade away from existence.
Right now, he was more worried about the life of his student than the state of One for All.
He gathered up his thoughts and came up with a conclusion. He walked closer to EraserHead, his head facing down.
"Aizawa, can we talk?"
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« CHAPTER 03 »
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Emerald eyes fluttered wide open, only to be met by the bright light radiating from the sun, forcing his eyes to close shut.
The boy had a round face framed by messy fluffy dark-green hair, casting dark shadows onto itself. His eyes were large and his irises the same green color as his hair. He also has four symmetrical freckles on both cheeks covering his face. He looked confused..?
"W..Where.. Am.. I..?" He asked himself, sitting up from his position. He rubbed his eyes and found himself in a field of lush green grass.
He looked around, nothing else.
"What am I doing here? I was just about to go home and think of a more realistic future..." He tipped his finger on his chin, thinking about his encounter with All Might, "Yeah, that.."
The cold breeze gave shivers down his spine. He felt something was wrong until a voice suddenly called out for him.
"Midoriya." A feminine unfamiliar voice shouted his name. He couldn't tell where it came from, the whole place couldn't be distinguished in each angle he looks at.
He hesitated for a bit but built up the courage to ask, "Who are you..?"
Silence. The breeze is what responded to him, by dancing around his ears, whispering that no one will come to save him.
"Why.. isn't anyone.. a-answering me..?" Midoriya asked again, frowning at the sky. Nobody responded to him again.
He was alone, like he's always have been. No friends and no other people to rely on. Only his mother cared for him but she wasn't there with him now.
Midoriya glanced at his hand, it looked like it has to have gone through countless injuries. That it looked.. crooked? Destroyed? But why would it be broken?
He looked up and met with a familiar set of sharp, ruby eyes accompanied with an angry glare. It was a young man with a muscular build and fair skin tone. He has short, spiky ash-blond hair with choppy bangs hanging over his eyebrows.
"Kacchan..." He gave a weak smile at the sight of his childhood friend.
The person whom the broccoli-haired boy called "Kacchan," scoffed and turned around, stomping his way to leave the boy.
"Don't look down on me!" He yelled at the innocent clueless boy and left him.
"W-Wait for me...!" Midoriya reached his hand out, begging for him to stop and help him out, "Why are.. you leaving me...?"
The other boy didn't bother to give him a second thought. He just left the broken Izuku on the ground who was sobbing on the floor.
"Please, I don't want to be alone anymore..,"
He was on his own, again. It wasn't that loneliness was new for him, it was just something he doesn't want to feel over and over again. If you were alone, all kinds of thoughts would rally in your mind. Some good, some bad, some neutral. They'll come entering your head like a storm.
Being alone isn't a bad thing. It could give you space and some distance to other people. It could let you realize things. But being alone too much could consume you, eat you alive and devour you whole.
It's the same as negative emotions, it will consume you, eat you alive and devour you whole. As if the whole world circled around just those exact thoughts. And when the cup of negativity overflows, all a person could do was either be angry or cry or any other way. All has one thing in common: It's to just let everything bottled up in your heart out.
The wind swayed, sending his hair and uniform to feel the cold breeze. Wait, his uniform... It wasn't the one he wore on Aldera High. It looked like a.. U.A.'s hero course uniform?
"When did I wear this? It's so hot." Midoriya looked at his clothes and peaked through, he didn't have that skinny body, it was more muscly than before, "W-When did I get so packed...?"
He then noticed a long red scar on his arm, a black sleeve was covering it. "When did I get so beat up?" He ignored all of it and stood up, brushing off the tears on his face. "I have to get out of here.. Wherever here is."
Midoriya stroked his clothes and looked at where Kacchan went off as he began walking. Walking. And walking. And Walking. Where exactly is he going? Was there even any point in looking forward? And besides, before this happened everyone else already looked down on him, telling him to have a realistic future. He can't possibly look forward to something he didn't desire.
He can't say it out loud but there was a small feeling of hate to everyone that was stuck inside his heart, never letting it out. Never talking back and just cry in a corner. There was nothing he can do.
That's when his eyes found a different view. It wasn't just endless grass, there was a shady forest with trees having dark green leaves and dim lighting it got from the sun.
It was a little far away from where he was but he knew he had to go there, trees could help him navigate where he was and will be. And maybe, he could find an exit. A way out. A way to go back.
I'll help you.
A voice struck his head. It was raspy and sharp and it felt like snakes where all over his body, tightening themselves to suffocate him. He felt fear. He felt afraid. He felt shaken.
But, he also felt the need to leave.
You'd think Midoriya would trust the voice just because he lost most of his memories. He still has the mind of his middle school self, so of course, Midoriya wasn't stupid. The voice probably wants him for something. To use him or to play with him.
He shook his head, "Either way, the forest is the only place I could think of, right now. There'd be food and other stuff there.."
That's when he decided to just go but with precaution. Besides, he knew he was quirkless, he assumed that he can't go after whoever that voice is. If he just stood there, then maybe the voice will just make the first move. Who knows? What if that person has some kind of super quirk he can't possibly face against?
Midoriya began running towards the forest, which was oddly big. How did he not notice this before? Did it magically appear?
How naïve.
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| Chapter Written On - July 11, 2020
| Published On - July 23, 2020
Chapter 4: VOID 000 | Naïveté
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The voice chuckled in Midoriya’s mind as he finally set foot into the forest.
How naïve.
Midoriya must have had a plan, right? He always did. He would analyze the situation, figure out what tools were available, and use them to his advantage. That's how he managed to escape every tough spot.
But this time, he had reached a dead end. There was a fog clouding his thoughts, a void where once there were plans. Just moments ago, his mind was buzzing with ideas, but now... it was empty.
You can’t remember anything now. It’s game over for you because of your own naïveté.
Was it the forest that had caused it? Was the mental fog a side effect of being here, making it hard to focus on solving anything?
He glanced back toward the edge of the forest and bolted forward, as fast as he could. The sight of the green grass outside seemed comforting now, a symbol of safety. He just wanted to reach it.
But just as he was about to step out, he collided with an invisible barrier. His hand touched it, and the surface bounced back, as if he were trying to push through water but couldn’t.
“Why can’t I leave?” Midoriya asked aloud, a sense of regret beginning to creep over him. He had walked right into its trap.
I told you I’d help you.
I’ll help you help me.
The voice giggled in a way that made his skin crawl. He had told himself he wouldn’t fall for a trap like this, but now he had.
Resigned to his fate, he realized there was no way to outsmart the voice if it could read his thoughts. It seemed to have control over his mind, and no matter what, he had no way of escaping.
With a sigh, Midoriya continued down the rocky path, tripping over roots, falling, and getting back up in an endless cycle. It felt as if he were being toyed with.
Soon, he stumbled upon an old house in the distance. The windows had ragged curtains, and the door was hidden behind overgrown weeds. A small, dirty pond lay in front of it.
“I feel like... I shouldn’t enter,” Midoriya muttered to himself.
He knew he shouldn’t go inside. The voice wanted him to, that much was clear. The way it had said, "I’ll help you help me," only made him more suspicious. Midoriya tapped his foot, unsure of what to do. He was certain the voice was watching, enjoying his indecision.
Enter now.
The voice now had a smooth, almost soothing tone. Before he could resist, his body moved on its own. He sprinted toward the door, pushing it open as it fell apart, scattering broken wood across the floor.
“I— I didn’t do that!” Midoriya exclaimed, realizing that the movement wasn’t his own.
He looked around the empty house and sighed, taking in his surroundings. Inside, the house was quiet and eerie, with creaking doors and a heavy silence that gave the place a haunted feel.
He wandered through the rooms, opening empty closets that didn’t interest him—he wasn’t hungry, anyway. He couldn’t even remember the last time he ate.
In the living room, he found a small TV and a couch, but there was something strange about it. The TV had no cables, and there was no power in the house. What was the point of having electronics if they didn’t work?
Midoriya made his way upstairs, where the walls were lined with family photos. But none of them seemed familiar to him. He couldn’t recall any of the people in the pictures.
The first photo showed a pale, skinny man with messy, pale blue hair and small, red pupils. He looked menacing, but Midoriya didn’t recognize him. Just seeing his face made Midoriya feel an intense dislike, though he couldn’t explain why.
“I hate him,” Midoriya whispered, the words slipping out without his control. How could he hate someone he had never met?
The next photo was of a girl with yellow eyes and messy ash-blonde hair styled in two buns. She looked like she came from a different school, but Midoriya felt an instinctive fear just looking at her. He didn’t know her, but something told him to avoid her at all costs.
“She’s creepy...”
The third photo was of a man wearing a plague doctor mask, standing next to a little girl with bluish hair and a small horn on her forehead. Midoriya couldn’t make out the girl's face; it looked blurred, as if it had been intentionally removed. Just looking at the photo made him feel disgusted.
The last photo was of a man Midoriya recognized—Hero Killer Stain. He had heard of him before, a villain who killed heroes in secret.
Looking at these photos, Midoriya couldn’t shake the feeling that these people were connected to something dark—something he hated, though he wasn’t sure why.
Shaking off the unease, he continued up the stairs, where he found a small room with two beds near the window. It was a simple room, and Midoriya felt aimless, unsure of what to do next. He opened an empty closet and sighed, realizing he was lost.
Then he noticed a mirror—one of those full-length ones that show your entire body. He stared at his reflection, but in an instant, the Midoriya in the mirror began to melt, forming into a grotesque, grinning figure.
Before he could react, everything went black.
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Thanks for your help, Izuku.
Chapter 5: VOID 001 | Liars
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« CHAPTER FIVE »
| January 11 | 6:41 P.M. | Hospital |
"Aizawa, can we talk?" All Might asked urgently, his face tense.
Eraser Head gave him a quick glance and nodded. But before All Might could speak, Detective Tsukauchi approached them.
"I assume you’re both guardians for Izuku Midoriya?" Tsukauchi asked, stopping in front of them. "You can come with me to the questioning of the villains your students captured. It might help them feel at ease if you explain things."
The two teachers followed the detective, getting into a car that headed toward the police station, with Nezu accompanying them. Afterward, they would return the students to their dorm.
Aizawa glanced at All Might. "What were you going to say?"
All Might shook his head. "Never mind."
Aizawa could tell All Might had something on his mind, but decided not to push. They were running out of time anyway.
| 6:51 P.M. | Police Station |
The three teachers and Detective Tsukauchi sat across from the villain responsible for Midoriya’s gunshot wound.
"Just answer truthfully. If you lie, we’ll know," Tsukauchi began, placing a pen and paper on his lap.
The villain snarled. "I’m not telling you anything."
The group sighed and continued their questioning, but the first villain remained tight-lipped, even when Eraser Head yelled at him. Next was a different villain—nervous and shaking, clearly on the brink of fear.
"What’s in the bullet?" Tsukauchi asked.
The villain stammered, "D-Don’t tell the boss, okay?" He paused, but the teachers all nodded, understanding that this was their best chance to get information. He then explained that the bullet contained a quirk that caused the person hit by it to lose control of their own powers.
"So your goal was to make quirks destroy each other?" Tsukauchi clarified.
The villain looked taken aback. "W-What?"
"Apparently, you don’t know your own plan," The detective sighed. "There are two villain quirks mixed into that bullet."
Nezu stood up, his small form barely visible. "Is there a way to stop the effect the bullet caused?"
The villain hesitated. "No... From what I heard, it can’t be undone. But it will run out eventually."
Aizawa grumbled, "Was Midoriya the target, or was it just a coincidence?"
"Kind of both... The boss wanted to target a hero with a strong quirk, and he heard that boy was a hero in training. It was the perfect opportunity," the villain replied briefly.
The rest of the questions were vague, as the villain knew little about the boss’s larger plans. However, the information they gathered was crucial—they now needed to figure out how to resolve the situation.
| 6:50 P.M. | Heights Alliance |
Bakugo had just finished making his tea in the kitchen when the door burst open. The students from Class 1-A, who had attended Todoroki’s birthday, walked in.
"You idiots are past curfew," He sneered. "Did the teachers beat you up?"
Everyone except Bakugo looked battered, their eyes downcast and silent. Kaminari and Kirishima slumped onto the couch, looking lost in thought. Todoroki and Tokoyami stood off to the side, both holding their heads in frustration. Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Ojiro crossed their arms, seated separately, each lost in their own thoughts.
Even Mineta, who usually would be off thinking pervy thoughts, was wrapped up in his own arms, staring blankly. Uraraka’s eyes were swollen with tears, and Asui was patting her back, trying to comfort her. Everyone looked visibly defeated.
"What’s with the long faces?" Bakugo scowled, slamming his tea cup onto the table.
No one responded, and the silence irked Bakugo further. He scanned the room, realizing only eighteen people were present. It made him even more agitated. What was going on with his classmates?
"Where’s that damn Deku?"
At the mention of Midoriya’s name, the group tensed. They didn’t move, and the silence was deafening.
"You damn extras, answer me or—"
"He got shot," Todoroki said bluntly, his tone void of emotion. The room froze at his words.
Bakugo stared at him, incredulous. "What the hell do you mean?"
"I told you Midoriya was shot. Do I need to say it again?"
"Quit joking, Half-and-Half! That nerd isn’t—"
"I’m not," He spat, "He’s in the hospital... quarantined."
Bakugo gritted his teeth, his frustration boiling over. "Then those damn doctors better fix him! What’s there to be sad about?!"
"It wasn’t just a regular gunshot, Bakugo," Yaoyorozu stood up, facing him firmly.
"Someone, explain!" He shouted, flipping his tea cup, spilling its contents everywhere.
"The doctors said the bullet... it affects his quirk. They said Midoriya has eight quirks," She explained, "And... because of that... h-he..."
"Deku..." Uraraka spoke up. "The doctors... they said... he would... he..."
"He would die," Todoroki finished, his words hanging heavily in the air.
The entire room went cold. The three words echoed in their minds, deepening the gloom that had settled over the group.
Bakugo’s mind reeled. Deku? That damn nerd was going to die from a gunshot? Wasn’t he supposed to be the greatest hero? Why was he just wasting away?
"Motherfucking liars," Bakugo muttered before storming off to his room.
Everyone else slowly shuffled to their rooms. As they passed by Midoriya’s door, they couldn’t help but feel a chill run down their spines.
Bakugo flopped onto his bed and began scrolling through the news. It spread quickly to the reporters.
"U.A. Student Shot at Local Soba Shop by Villains."
The photo that accompanied the headline was of a green-haired boy with freckles and big, round eyes. An innocent smile, a boy with dreams of becoming a hero.
Izuku Midoriya.
Chapter 6: VOID 001 | Talk
Chapter Text
« CHAPTER SIX »
"Hey, Kacchan, I need to ask you something." Midoriya tugged at Bakugo's shirt, and the two of them sat on the sofa in the dorm. The rest of their classmates were scattered around the room, busy with their own things, but something felt off.
It was strange, especially considering Mina wasn’t teasing Bakugo for sitting comfortably next to his rival without yelling at him to move. Kirishima and Kaminari weren’t hanging out with Bakugo, despite the fact that he didn’t mind their presence.
Everything felt off. Iida wasn’t scolding Sero for sitting on the table, and Todoroki was chatting with Koda, their voices echoing around the room. It was just… weird.
"What do you want, nerd?!" Bakugo growled, placing his phone in his lap. "I was about to win this stupid game!"
Midoriya lowered his head, apologizing, "S-Sorry about that."
"Tch, whatever. What do you want?!"
The green-haired boy offered a small, weak smile and then closed his eyes. He reached for Bakugo’s arm, causing the explosive boy to look confused.
Midoriya stared up at him, the smile fading from his face. Bakugo flinched as his hand tightened around his arm.
"Kacchan, do you hate me?"
| January 12 | 1:19 A.M. | Day 1
| Heights Alliance |
Chapter 7: VOID 000 | Home
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« CHAPTER SEVEN »
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Midoriya's eyes fluttered open, his back resting against the cold wooden floor, and his vision swallowed by the dark. The events from earlier rushed into his mind, making his head pound.
"Wait... the voice thanked me... Did I help him? If that's true, then..."
He attempted to sit up, but a jolt of pain shot up from his spine to his skull. Despite the sharp discomfort, his high pain tolerance kept him from stopping, and his gaze shifted to the broken mirror he had once stared at.
Shards of glass lay scattered on the floor near him, some of the pieces embedded in his arms, blood seeping from the wounds. The mirror, now just a wooden frame, reminded him of what he had done. He had unknowingly followed the voice’s request. He had helped someone, and the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"That means I must've... helped that voice. He’s not speaking in my head anymore..."
He was in deep trouble, the kind that would surely lead to even worse events. But who would care? Just like Bakugo had told him, he was useless. He couldn’t do anything right, and he never would be able to.
"Damn it... I can't do anything right! I really am a worthless idiot..."
Who would give a single glance to someone like him? Who would take the time to help a quirkless, frail boy? In the end, he would only be a burden. These thoughts repeated endlessly in his mind.
Midoriya used to be the kind of person who would never give up, no matter what others said. Used to be. His curiosity, his naivety, his stupidity—everything that had brought him to this point—had ruined him. At that moment, he wished nothing more than to disappear. In short, he had given up.
He slumped back against the wooden floor, waiting for his life to fade away.
He tried to force a smile, but it only morphed into a frown. His once bright emerald eyes dulled, their spark gone in an instant. The cheerful face he had worn for so long was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sadness.
He was done. He was weak.
He was pathetic. He was useless.
He remembered Bakugo telling him to jump off the roof. Good memories, maybe. Maybe all he had to do was end it all. His life was meaningless.
The thoughts surged, drowning him, like they were stalling for time. The words of his classmates in Aldera High and All Might echoed in his mind—Pathetic. This was the first, and probably the last, time he had truly given up.
"Don’t cry. Why am I crying?" Tears began to flow down his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop them. His sobs grew louder and louder.
"You really are hopeless, aren’t you, Izuku Midoriya?" he whispered to himself, chuckling bitterly. His eyelids felt heavy, and he was slipping toward sleep, until a hand suddenly reached toward him.
"Now, now, let's not be so keen on that wish of yours, young man!" A soft, feminine voice spoke.
Midoriya turned, startled. Had someone been here with him this whole time? If they had, why hadn’t he noticed?
In front of him stood a tall woman, her fair skin contrasting against the dark surroundings. Her sharp, intelligent eyes were framed with long lashes. She had shoulder-length dark hair, styled in a half-up-half-down bun, with a clump of short bangs hanging over her forehead.
"Please don’t hurt me..." Midoriya whimpered, instinctively recoiling.
The woman knelt down to meet his eyes, her gaze warm and kind. "Were you planning to give up that easily, Izuku Midoriya?"
"I-I'm sorry... Ah? How do you know my name?"
The woman smiled gently and patted him on the back. "How could I forget Toshinori’s secret love child?"
"H-Huh? Secret love—?" Midoriya trailed off before shaking his head. "N-Never mind! It sounds like I’m causing trouble for you, Miss... Do you live here? I’m sorry for intruding!"
"Don’t worry, you’re no trouble. And no, I don’t live here." She extended her hand toward him, waiting for him to take it. "I’m Nana Shimura."
Midoriya hesitated, unsure, but something about her aura told him she wasn’t an enemy. The energy she gave off felt different from everything around him.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Shimura..."
"Ah, don’t be afraid, young Izuku. Apparently, he’s causing trouble again, so we came to help."
"We?" Midoriya repeated, still confused, as she wrapped bandages around his wounded hands.
Nana didn’t answer immediately, focusing on tending to his injuries. When she finished, she looked up at him.
"I’ll help you," she said softly. "I’ll help you get back home safely, young Izuku."
A brief silence fell between them. Midoriya stared at her, his confusion mixed with disbelief. Finally, a small, involuntary giggle escaped his lips.
Shimura, taken aback, asked with concern, "What’s so funny?"
Midoriya’s smile faded as he looked down, his voice quiet as he murmured, "What home?"
The sadness in his words hit Shimura like a wave, but she tried to cheer him up. "Back home, with your mom and your friends. They want to see you again, young Izuku."
"What friends?" Midoriya asked bitterly. "No one wants to be friends with a quirkless loser like me."
"You’re not a loser," She said, "You may not remember it, but right now, there are many people out there waiting for you. They’re searching for you, risking everything just to see you again. You are important to them, Izuku. So please..."
Midoriya’s eyes widened. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt hope. Someone out there... cared? Someone was looking for him. He wasn’t alone.
"Please, give yourself another chance."
Chapter 8: VOID 001 | Stop
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« CHAPTER EIGHT »
| January 12 | 8:30 A.M. | Class 1-A |
For once, the entire class sat still at their desks, the room thick with silence as they waited for their homeroom teacher to burst through the door. Aizawa was never late; punctuality was something he took seriously.
Not a single person moved. No, they hadn’t forgotten what happened the day before—that’s why the usual chatter was absent. Most of them kept their gaze fixed on their desks, Bakugo was repeatedly clicking his pen, and a few of them were probably engaged in an unspoken staring contest with the blackboard.
The empty desk behind Bakugo was unsettling—not in a menacing way, but in the way that only an unoccupied space could be. They weren't used to it.
There had once been someone there, a boy with a wide smile that could brighten anyone's day. But now, that seat remained vacant.
The door creaked open, revealing Aizawa, looking more exhausted than usual. He dragged himself to his desk and scanned the room. The once lively and excited hero class was gone. The students wore expressions of pain, guilt, and sympathy.
He couldn’t bring himself to greet them with a simple "good morning." There was nothing good about today. Or the day before.
After a few seconds, Bakugo shot up from his desk, slamming his fists onto the table. "What the hell happened to Deku?"
Aizawa grumbled under his breath. He knew Bakugo hadn’t seen Midoriya in the hospital, lying unconscious with wires and medical cables attached to him.
Bakugo was still in the dark. He didn’t want to tell them anything. If they knew, they’d likely go off half-cocked, trying to fix something that was beyond them—just like Midoriya had.
But if they remained ignorant, they would search for answers, and that, too, would lead to more trouble.
"I don't want to give you false hope... So, I'll be honest. We haven't found anything to help Midoriya regain consciousness."
"What the hell?!" The class recoiled at the outburst. "If you’re gonna take your sweet time with this, then let us do it! You assholes... He’s gonna fucking die in two days! Today is day one, and you’re still clueless?! Bullshit!"
"Bakugo, calm down," Aizawa snapped, standing up with a sharp, angry look. "I know you're concerned, but we're doing everything we can. We’ll figure this out—"
"I’m done with these goddamn excuses!" Bakugo interrupted, "That’s all you ever say! Deku’s gonna die, and I can’t do a damn thing to help him! What kind of hero am I if I can’t even help that stupid, dumb nerd?! Huh?! What the hell is wrong with that?!"
Aizawa's scowl deepened, "Bakugo, control your anger. I know you're better than this."
With a huff, Bakugo sat back down, making a loud noise as he did. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself. "I don’t have time for this childish tantrum..."
He then looked at the class, his voice lower and more serious. "Midoriya is in a life-or-death situation right now, but that doesn’t mean you can all go off and act recklessly, breaking rules in the name of ‘helping’ him. So..."
He let his gaze sweep across each student, each one giving him a different look. "I’m saying this now. Please... stop whatever it is you’re planning."
The students’ expressions shifted. This was the first time they’d seen their usually indifferent teacher speak with such emotion, pleading with them right in front of their eyes.
A wave of realization hit them all. It wasn’t just them who were suffering. Aizawa, All Might, Midoriya’s mom—everyone was feeling the weight of this situation, exhausted and desperate because they didn’t have the answers.
The room fell into a heavy silence. They wanted to help, but they were bound by the rules, unable to take actions that would jeopardize everything.
In the depths of their thoughts, memories of Midoriya surfaced. One sentence echoed louder than the rest: "All Might once told me, I can’t help the people I can’t reach."
Those words lingered in their minds, a bittersweet reminder. They were in a position to reach him, to help. But right now, they couldn’t do anything at all.
| January 12 | 4:25 P.M. | Class 1-A |
The ringing of the school bell echoed in each of the students' ears, a sharp sound that signaled the end of the day. Some were eagerly packing their bags, looking forward to heading back to the dorms and resting.
But not Class 1-A. The usual energy was missing. Their emotions were all over the place, but none of them showed any eagerness. Some looked saddened, others nervous, and a few remained stoic, their expressions unreadable.
"Class A looks... gloomy?" Tetsutetsu muttered to himself.
Awase, catching his confusion, tapped his shoulder lightly. "Didn't you hear?"
"Hear what? What’s going on?"
"I didn’t want to start any rumors, but I heard about the green-haired guy... you know, the one with freckles and that power quirk. Midoriya, I think his name was?" Awase explained, "I heard he was shot yesterday and is now in the hospital."
"Wait, shot? How did that happen?" Tetsutetsu exclaimed, eyes wide, but Kendo quickly stepped in.
"Let’s not talk about that," She said firmly, pinching both Awase and Tetsutetsu’s ears. "I’m sure they’re not taking this lightly. First the USJ, then the Training Camp, then the Hosu and Kamino incidents... and now this? We shouldn’t be spreading rumors about it, alright?"
She spoke with the authority of an older sibling, and both boys nodded vigorously in agreement. Kendo couldn’t help but feel a sense of sympathy for Class 1-A. It was clear as day that they weren't having the best first year here in UA High.
Bakugo threw his bag over his shoulder and stormed out of the classroom, his steps heavy and filled with frustration.
He stomped his way over to Todoroki, and for a moment, the others braced for another confrontation. But instead of starting a fight, the ash-blonde simply brushed past him without a word.
Todoroki met up with Iida and Kirishima just after that, and the three of them exchanged a silent nod. Their plan was moving forward. Phase One had been completed.
"We’ll save you, Midoriya."
Chapter 9: VOID 000 | Toshinori
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« CHAPTER NINE »
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The bright sun greeted Nana and Midoriya with a good morning. Who knew their conversation would take so long, or does time even really exist? It felt like night had just been minutes ago before daylight arrived.
Nevertheless, Nana led Midoriya outside the crooked house, both of them carefully walking down. The greenhead simply followed her footsteps when he noticed something.
"Ms. Shimura... You have no shadow?"
"You and the rest are the only ones who can see me. I can't explain everything too clearly to you. For example," She trailed off, turning around to face him. "One for All."
"Can you repeat? I didn't understand." Midoriya rubbed the back of his head. "Are you making radio noises, is that your quirk, Ms. Shimura?"
"No, it's not my quirk." Nana pointed at his nose. "For some odd reason, he still manages to keep you from regaining your memories. Whenever I mention it, it sounds like something else. Our quirk doesn't really help that much mentally for now."
"Our quirk? Memories? I think I remember everything clearly, but I don't really have a quirk." Midoriya pondered before muttering to himself. His endless speculations were all over the place.
Nana giggled and patted his back. "You're farther into the future than you think, Young Izuku!"
"Are you saying there are things that happened that I don't remember?"
She gestured a yes and continued moving forward. "We managed to block the mindlink, but his strength and will are getting stronger and harder to overcome."
While Midoriya didn't exactly understand what she meant, he nodded and proceeded to walk cautiously.
Walking through the forest was quiet. The serene sound of water splashing and the swaying of the tree's leaves hummed in the background.
"Ms. Shimura?"
"Hmm?"
"I don't want to pry, but... who's Toshinori? You keep mentioning him back at the house... He sounds like a nice friend!"
"Ah?" She glanced at the curious boy. "He's my successor."
"O-Oh? So you're training this Toshinori person... to be just like you?"
"Correct, Young Izuku!"
"Is there a chance... that they're nice?"
"Of course! Get this," Nana smiled. "You'll get to know him better once we're out here. Plus, you two are very similar!"
Midoriya smiled at the thought. A person exactly like him? Maybe then, he could have friends. Then, maybe life could be a little lighter for him. Adding to that, he also wanted to get to know Nana Shimura better. She seemed like a nice person and looked eager to be one of his friends, even if she was a decade older.
Nana stopped and pointed ahead. "We'll go by there."
There stood churches of ice and glaciers glittering like glass. Icy mountains almost reaching the clouds, with water flowing off the melted ice. The mountain tops were white instead of green, with caverns below them.
"It's snowing?" Midoriya said, gazing at the snowpack beneath him. "No... we're in a completely different place this instant...? How did that happen?"
Ignoring the snow, Midoriya noticed Nana, who was a bit freezing. That's when he noticed what she was wearing.
"Ah! You're freezing! Let me help you!" Midoriya exclaimed, taking the scarf from his neck and wrapping it around her.
Nana tried to stop him. "You don't have to be so kind, Young Izuku. You're the one who's physically here."
Midoriya ignored what she said and asked, "Are you a hero, Ms. Shimura?" He pointed at her clothing, which clearly looked like a hero costume. Nana giggled and flicked her clothes. "D'aww, did the cape give it away?"
"Yeah... umm— I have a question. Do... do you think...?" He was hesitant at first. All Might had already said he couldn't, so what chances were there for another pro not to turn him down?
Nana looked at him, waiting for him to continue his question. "Do you think... even without a quirk... I could become a he—?"
Then he noticed how Nana was glitching. She wasn't feeling too happy either.
"W-What's happening... Ms. Shimura...?" Midoriya trailed off before Nana patted her hands on his shoulder. That's when she smiled.
"I don't have much time for now..." She bent down on her knees and pointed to the mountain far away. "I want you to go there. Climb the mountain and jump. You don't have to be scared."
Midoriya was beyond afraid of what was being told to him. It felt like Nana Shimura would leave him at that exact moment. He was shivering, and tears were falling from his face. "Please, don't leave me..."
Nana smiled. "We won't. We'll be by your side, Izuku."
"I'm... I'm scared." Midoriya mumbled. This was the first time she heard these words from him. Normally, from what she'd observed during all those incidents, he was always determined and never backed down.
But this, this was the fear Midoriya had always been hiding. He may show small signs of being saddened, but this time, he was completely and utterly terrified.
She patted his fluffy hair. "It's alright to be afraid, but no matter how scary things get, you have to smile to say you're okay. Those who keep smiling are the strongest, after all."
"Young Izuku, stay safe. Please..."
Then, she disappeared from his sight, glitching out as the wind flicked his eyes with snow. It took strands of his hair, making them lash against his face and blow above his head. The scarf he gave her fell to the cold snowy floor.
Loneliness squeezed him with enough pressure to make him doubt himself again before the voice appeared in his mind.
Now isn't that better?
Midoriya clenched his fists, trembling. His brightened face dimmed again, blaming the voice. "You took her... didn't you...? You... stupid... stupid bastard..."
Now, now... Izuku Midoriya doesn't cuss like Katsuki Bakugo, does he? And I didn't take her away. She simply left you.
He had more hate built up for this voice. It mentioned his childhood friend and then took away the only person he felt safe with. It enraged him, but he kept these feelings bottled up, like he always did.
What he didn't know was that he was doing exactly what the voice wanted. Whoever this voice was, it could only be assumed that it had a sophisticated plan, playing the role of a puppeteer behind the scenes.
Midoriya straightened his posture and shot an unwavering gaze. "I... I have to keep going." Even though they only met for a few minutes, he felt the need to keep going.
Why don't you take a break? Sleep for a while. Any tree is welcoming you, sweet little Izuku.
Midoriya shook his head and slapped himself. He had to keep going. He held his head high and smiled, just like Nana had told him.
Oh?
He ignored the voice and thought that maybe he needed to go across that horizon by the mountain, and maybe, he could escape. The whole place was already strange and unique. It wouldn't be a surprise if something even weirder awaited him by the mountain.
In his head, Nana was a mysterious woman. A person who suddenly appeared beside him to help him in an old wrecked cabin was indeed peculiar. Why was she at that house in the first place if it wasn't hers? Was she lost as well? It sure didn't look like it.
What puzzled him the most was that Nana didn't have a shadow. She also somehow knew everything that was happening and what his situation was. She even mentioned that he was the only other thing physically there.
Nana Shimura was bizarre, but trustworthy.
Nonetheless, that wasn't Midoriya's main concern right now. He had to get through the Greenland copy and reach his unknown destination.
"I'll... I'll keep going."
Chapter 10: VOID 000 | Eyes
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« CHAPTER TEN »
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"I’ll keep going," Midoriya muttered, determination in his voice. "Just like Ms. Shimura said... I just have to reach that mountain. Maybe then, I can leave." He bent down, picking up his scarf and wrapping it around his neck, though he was shivering uncontrollably.
The trek through the snow was grueling, especially with the blizzard pushing him off course. He had no gear or supplies to help him, nothing but his uniform and a scarf to protect him from the biting cold.
The mountain was still half a kilometer away. In this freezing environment, with no protection against the elements, making it that far was nearly impossible.
Midoriya stumbled, barely managing to make it to the foot of the mountain where a cavern loomed in front of him, an impenetrable blackness swallowing the entrance. As he stepped inside, his shadow disappeared into the darkness, the only sound the distant drip of water echoing through the cave. Loose stones scattered on the floor, making each step a careful one to avoid tripping.
Then, suddenly, the torches flared to life, casting an eerie blue glow throughout the tunnel, illuminating the cave.
He felt something cold brush against the back of his neck. "This isn’t normal... I should turn back."
He spun around, only to find a solid rocky wall where the entrance had been.
"Where’s the exit?" Midoriya muttered frantically, scanning the surroundings, his heart racing. Then he looked behind him, and his breath caught in his throat.
The walls had transformed into transparent crystals, each reflecting a different expression of himself—sadness, anger, envy, disgust, fear, pursuit, and hate.
The stone wall was jagged, uneven. Midoriya reached out, his hands tracing the cold, damp surface. The torches, while burning, barely gave off any light. Some crystals were sharp, and as his hand brushed against them, they seemed to appear out of nowhere, making him hesitate before touching the walls again.
"It's getting even colder..." Midoriya thought, rubbing his hands together in a futile attempt to generate heat.
Every step he took made him more jumpy, his body flinching whenever he passed another crystal, and glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. He felt lost, uncomfortable, unsafe.
"Damn it, why am I so gullible?" Midoriya clenched his fists, vowing to never fall for another trap again.
He walked a bit further and came across a beautiful shrine. The crystal shards were arranged in a stunning, colorful pattern, and the blue torches burned brighter here, lighting the area more clearly. A clear pond surrounded the shrine, its fountain bubbling gently at the sides. Small fish swam through the blue-green sea grass, adding a serene touch to the otherwise eerie atmosphere.
But this time, Midoriya didn’t let his guard down. He clenched his fists, stepping cautiously onto the sapphire-like bridge leading to the shrine.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" The voice slithered through the air, like a thousand hissing snakes. This time, Midoriya was sure it wasn’t in his head. It was real. And it wasn’t just a voice that couldn’t hurt him—it was something that could kill him.
"Stop hiding and face me!" Midoriya shouted, "Come out here, you coward!" He turned around, searching the shadows for any sign of a person.
A chuckle echoed through the cave as a figure appeared behind him, its hand resting on his shoulder. Midoriya stiffened at the unexpected presence, a chill running down his spine. "That’s not how you greet a friend, Izuku."
Midoriya spun around, throwing a punch, but the figure melted away, slipping under him and reappearing behind him. It grabbed his hair, pulling his face close. "Aw, you really do look cute, you know that?"
Midoriya’s emerald eyes locked with the figure’s green ones, but the emotions in those eyes were foreign to him—menacing, full of vengeance and malice.
He tried to kick out, but the doppelgänger easily dodged. "What do you want?"
"You're asking me?" The doppelgänger laughed, "Oh, Izu, you already know what I want." It pointed its pinky finger at Midoriya’s face. "I want you."
The figure suddenly pulled out a knife and lunged at him. Midoriya pivoted, vanishing from its line of sight and grabbing its wrist, twisting it to pin the doppelgänger’s neck. He shoved it to the ground, keeping his foot and hand firmly placed on its chest to prevent any escape.
The doppelgänger smiled wickedly, "When did you learn that, Izuku?"
"I’ve been watching Uraraka," Midoriya answered before he could stop himself. But then he froze, confusion washing over him. "Wait... Who’s Uraraka?"
The doppelgänger took advantage of Midoriya’s distraction, kicking him off and sending him sprawling to the ground. "Shit, you’re starting to remember, huh?"
"Remembering? So Ms. Shimura was right..."
The doppelgänger leaped at him, pushing him toward the edge of a bottomless pool of water. "Then there’s even more reason to make sure I control you right now!"
Midoriya struggled underwater, trying to free himself from the doppelgänger’s grip, but the few fish that had swum by earlier now attacked, tearing at his skin.
"It’s getting colder, isn’t it, Izuku? You’re going to die!" The doppelgänger smirked, dragging him down, "I’ll take you out before they come back!"
"The slowest death is the most painful," it taunted, its eyes gleaming with spite. "Don’t worry, you won’t really die."
Midoriya fought back with everything he had, landing a powerful axe kick that caused the doppelgänger’s blood to mix with the water. He propelled himself upward, gasping for air as he broke the surface.
"I was able... to kick him," Midoriya thought, still disoriented. "I guess I have to thank Iida for that... huh, 'Iida'...?"
Soaked in water and his own blood, Midoriya coughed violently, clutching his chest as he gasped for air. "I’ll think about that later. I need to get out of here."
He glanced toward the exit, but it was still blocked by rocks. His eyes darted left and right, searching for any possible way out.
Suddenly, a large crystal shard materialized in front of him. Before he could react, the ice-like fragment plunged into his left eye, the pain excruciating as blood flowed thickly from the wound. The crimson liquid streamed down his face, like rain dripping down a window.
His vision seemed to fade as the pain overwhelmed him.
"That’s payback for kicking my eye, Izuku!" The doppelgänger appeared before him, its eyes now dark with charcoal sclera and piercing green irises, glaring at him with malicious intent. It was angry. Very angry.
The sharp pain in his head was enough to make him collapse to the ground, unable to stand.
Midoriya let out a blood-curdling scream, his mind clouded by pain.
It was game over.
Chapter 11: VOID 001 | Call
Chapter Text
« CHAPTER ELEVEN »
| January 12 | 4:45 P.M. |
« Coffee Shop - Shoto Todoroki »
The sunset stretched across the horizon, casting its vibrant hues into the sky—rich reds blending with oranges and purples in a beautiful display of color. Todoroki slipped quietly past the U.A. gates, which, to his surprise, were not heavily guarded. Meanwhile, Iida had gone to a nearby crêpe shop to inquire with another patient.
They knew the teachers would be watching closely, so Todoroki had strategically pushed Bakugo into a confrontation earlier. Hopefully, Aizawa would be more cautious now, perhaps even suspecting Bakugo as the one most likely to make a move. It was a miracle, really, that Bakugo had agreed to the plan at all.
Kirishima and Uraraka both wanted to gather information too. Iida had asked Ochaco to visit Midoriya and check on him, while Eijiro would keep Bakugo calm and in check.
According to the information they had, a person named "Wirth" worked at a coffee shop just around the corner from U.A.
"Sorry for making you wait!" The waiter exclaimed as he sat down.
"No, it's fine," Todoroki reassured him, still gazing down at the table. The waiter settled in, clearly hesitant.
"Are you sure it's okay to ask about... that?" Shuen asked.
The situation had already made headlines, and the waiter had seen Todoroki’s fight at the sports festival, especially the match against the green-haired boy. Todoroki nodded in understanding.
"If it helps, I’m okay with it," the waiter said.
Time was running out. With only a day left for Midoriya, Todoroki couldn’t afford to waste a second. He needed to gather as much information as possible to get to the heart of the matter.
"From my research, it seems the quirk that affected Midoriya has something to do with his mind," Todoroki explained. "If you’re comfortable, and if you remember anything, can you tell me where you were while you were in a coma?"
The waiter tapped his chin thoughtfully, "I remember being in some kind of field... then there were trees, snow... then sand... and rocks as I kept wandering. It was strange."
Todoroki took notes, his pen moving quickly across the paper. "What’s your quirk, sir?"
"Eh... I’m quirkless."
"Oh..."
"Don’t worry about it. Honestly, it’s probably a good thing. If I had a powerful quirk, I might be dead by now."
"Sorry to hear that."
"I don’t mind. Now, what else can I help you with?" The waiter took a sip of his drink.
Todoroki scratched his head, thinking for a moment. "How did you escape the... field?"
"Escape? Oh, well, one of my old friends showed up and helped me fight off this big spider."
"Spider?"
"Yeah, I’m a little scared of them," the waiter admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But she showed up and took care of it."
"So, fear," Todoroki noted. "If this was Midoriya’s situation... what could he be afraid of?"
The U.A. student didn’t answer immediately, simply nodding for the waiter to continue.
"Then I ended up in a desert, and eventually I came back here. Everything else is a blur, though. I’m not sure it’s helpful."
A field, a forest, snow, and then a desert. If these locations were connected to what Midoriya might be experiencing, where could he be now? And if fear was involved, what could Midoriya be afraid of? They’d never really talked about their fears before.
Could it be an alter ego? If so, this doppelgänger would likely be the opposite of Midoriya’s kind-hearted nature. But then again, they weren’t sure if Midoriya had any real grudges. Was Bakugo involved somehow? Their conversations had always been about heroics, nothing negative. Who knew what was going on in Midoriya’s mind?
All of these questions were making Todoroki’s head spin.
"Thank you," Todoroki said, snapping back to the present. "This is a huge help, sir. Is there anything else you remember?"
"Not that I can think of. I’m out of juice, sorry. Anyway," the waiter stood, adjusting his apron, "My shift’s about to start. Sorry if I didn’t help much."
"No, thank you, and sorry for bothering you," Todoroki replied, also standing up, though his mind was still spinning with thoughts. He couldn’t stop considering all the possibilities.
Even with more information, they were still at a dead end. The waiter’s answers had raised more questions than they answered. A friend appearing out of nowhere? Could this be related to Midoriya’s condition?
Was this friend real, or a product of his mind? Had the friend helped him overcome his fear? There were so many unanswered questions. The waiter had no more answers to give.
Just then, Todoroki’s phone started to ring.
"Uh, excuse me, I’ll take this," He said, pulling out his phone. "Huh? Uraraka?"
| January 12 | 4:50 P.M. |
« Heights Alliance »
Bakugo paced irritably around the kitchen, grumbling under his breath. "Stupid Half 'n Half, making me wait here for fuck's sake!"
The others remained silent, some staring off into space, lost in their own thoughts. The frustration of not being able to do anything was overwhelming, but what could anger possibly achieve?
"Has anyone seen Iida and Todoroki?" Yaoyorozu asked, immediately regretting the question as soon as it left her mouth.
Jiro shook her head, glancing down at her coffee. They could only assume that Iida and Todoroki were in their rooms, trying to process the news about Midoriya. The weight of it was taking its toll on everyone.
The only sound breaking the silence was the noise of the water heater, humming in the background.
"These fucking extras..." Bakugo muttered under his breath, "They're acting like that stupid Deku is gonna die a shitty death with a fucking gunshot..." He slammed hot water into his tea with such force that it overflowed, spilling onto his feet. "Shitty water!"
Kirishima noticed and immediately stepped in, trying to calm his friend. "C'mon, Bakubro, trust Todoroki and Iida. They'll figure something out."
"Of course they will!" Bakugo snapped, "But if that nerd dies, I swear to god, I'll fucking kill him."
"That doesn't make sense," Kirishima said, "You know that's messed up."
The tension in the room was broken by the sound of phones ringing. Everyone fumbled for their devices, realizing that Uraraka was calling the entire group via their group chat. Ashido answered first, her voice puzzled. "Yo... Ochaco? Aren't you visiting Midoriya?"
Uraraka’s breathing was shaky, and her camera was off. Hearing her like this immediately put everyone on edge, and the rest of the group quickly joined the call, their attention fully focused on what she had to say.
"Round face?! What's going on? Fucking tell me!" Bakugo shouted into the phone.
There was a long pause before Uraraka’s voice, trembling with fear, came through. "Deku..." she choked out, her voice cracking. "He's... He's getting colder... It should’ve been a good thing since he was... too hot earlier... but now... he's colder than he should be."
Kirishima’s voice rose with panic. "Is Midoriya okay though?!"
"He's... a bit better now, but..." Uraraka’s voice hitched with every word. "His eyes... they're open... and... blood... he's..."
"He's crying blood."
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The crystal in Midoriya’s eye flickered and vanished, but the pain remained as he desperately tried to stem the bleeding with his hand. His body trembled, but he struggled to stand, knowing that escape was no longer an option.
"I need to take control of you, Izuku," the doppelgänger declared coldly, dragging the knife across the ground with an eerie, deliberate motion. "Then, I can finally get out of here. I know it’s selfish, but when did we ever think of ourselves?"
Midoriya’s heart sank. He was trapped, cornered in this cavern that was mostly under the creature’s control. He had no idea what kind of quirk this twisted version of himself possessed, but he realized it was better to face it head-on than stay in the dark.
"Don’t call us egocentric, Izuku. That’s Kacchan’s thing! You’re the one who always worries about those stupid friends of yours. They don’t even give a damn about you," the doppelgänger sneered, its grin widening with malice.
"You don’t know that!" Midoriya shot back, "Todoroki and the others will find me... Wait... Who?"
The creature’s expression shifted, "Oh right, I forgot about that," it said, twirling the knife in its hand. "No problem. You won’t remember them once you’re dead."
Without warning, sharp crystals shot toward Midoriya, forcing him to dodge. The jagged edges scraped across his skin, leaving cuts and bruises in their wake. He stumbled, barely managing to stay on his feet.
"Oh, and I thank you for fueling your hate," the creature sneered, its voice laced with mockery. "It made me stronger than before, Izuku."
Midoriya's eyes widened, "My hate...?"
The creature paused, as if savoring the moment. "Villains," it mused. "You unconsciously hate them, even if you try to be Mr. Nice Guy... It ended up helping me after all."
"Stronger?! What do you mean?!"
"I don’t need you to understand anything," the doppelgänger snapped. "You always did want to help people, even if you had no idea what you were doing, right?"
Midoriya’s mind raced, panic rising in his chest. Had his own actions unintentionally empowered this monster? How many mistakes had he made?
He could feel the weight of his failures closing in on him, and the fear of dying here, alone, became unbearable. The doppelgänger licked its lips, its eyes glowing a menacing red. "You’re my hero, Izuku!"
The words stung, but before Midoriya could react, he was sent flying into the side of a shrine, his body crashing against the stone.
"I don’t know how I’m still dodging... but I’m not going to last much longer. This place... it’s freezing... And that thing won’t stop until I’m dead." Midoriya’s thoughts were a frantic blur as he looked around, searching for any kind of escape, any way to fight back. His chest burned from the injuries, but he was running out of time.
"I need... I need..." His mind screamed for help, but before he could finish the thought, the doppelgänger charged, moving faster than Midoriya could react.
"Ah, I missed!" it jeered, its laughter ringing in the cold air as it prepared for another attack.
Midoriya’s chest tightened, fear flooding him as he was struck again, this time squarely in the chest.
"I need help...!"
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| January 12 | 5:00 P.M. | Hospital
Almost the entire Class 1-A had gathered at the hospital. All Might stood alongside them, his usual towering presence replaced with an aura of quiet concern.
Aizawa, busy with the ongoing villain case, had promised he was on his way, though he couldn’t say it out loud—he was deeply worried about his number one problem child, Izuku Midoriya.
The students anxiously paced the hallway. Bakugo’s movements were restless as he stormed back and forth. The others were less vocal, but their eyes were fixed on the door, each hoping for good news, even though the longer they waited, the more their fears grew.
All Might, however, was lost in his own thoughts. His hands were clasped together in silent prayer, hoping, wishing, and begging that Midoriya would survive. His feelings for his successor were deep—Izuku wasn’t just a student to him; he was like a son. The thought of Midoriya failing now, of not making it through this, was more terrifying than anything All Might had faced in his life.
Todoroki and Iida arrived a few moments later, but their teacher didn’t ask about their whereabouts—everyone’s attention was solely on Midoriya.
The door swung open, and the brooding figure of the doctor stepped into the hallway. His expression alone sent a wave of dread through the group.
“How’s Midoriya doing, sir?” Kaminari asked.
The doctor sighed deeply, shuffling through papers as if trying to delay the inevitable. “His temperature has dropped dramatically. He’s growing colder by the minute. We’ve administered more medications to try and stabilize him, but his breathing is slowing down, and his condition is worsening.”
Iida asked, “Uraraka mentioned something about crying blood. Is there something else wrong?”
The doctor’s face tightened. “We don’t know the cause of the blood. It might be a subconscious reaction, possibly linked to his quirk malfunctioning—or it could be something else entirely. His condition is deteriorating fast, and I’m afraid we might lose him.”
Bakugo stormed toward the doctor, grabbing him by the collar. “What the hell do you mean? You said he had two days!”
“The quirk malfunction has passed, but his body is failing. The cold is spreading, and I can't give you any guarantees about his survival.” The doctor’s words were blunt.
Before Bakugo could respond, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. A woman with short green hair and a ponytail rushed into view, her tear-streaked face reflecting the same fear the students had been holding onto since they arrived.
It was Midoriya’s mother, Inko.
“I got a call from Katsuki. Is my baby alright? Please, please tell me he’s alright!”
The students exchanged uneasy glances. It was clear that if Midoriya wouldn't make it, Inko would be left alone. Izuku’s father was overseas, and without him, she would be forced to bear the weight of their son’s potential loss on her own.
No one could bring themselves to lie to her. They couldn’t promise her that Izuku would make it.
The doctor slowly lowered his gaze, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Midoriya.”
Inko’s breath hitched as her heart seemed to shatter in that instant. “Can… Can I see my baby?”
The doctor nodded solemnly, leading the group down a hallway to a navy-blue door. When it opened, the sight before them was nothing short of heartbreaking.
Midoriya lay on the hospital bed, pale and unrecognizable, with tubes and wires attached to his frail body. His eyes were closed, but blood still trickled from them, staining his face. His breathing was shallow, and the machines around him beeped in a steady rhythm, too slow for comfort.
Inko rushed to his side, cradling his cold hand in both of hers. Her heart broke as she felt how icy his body had become, and she pulled him into her arms, desperate to warm him. She didn’t know what else to do, and it was clear that nothing they had tried had worked.
Todoroki’s fists clenched at his sides, his gaze fixed on Midoriya as his mind raced. “We can’t let him die. Not when he still has to become a hero.”
Bakugo muttered, “Deku will fucking survive... Don’t act like he’s gonna die. He has to surpass me first. Like he fucking promised. He has to survive…”
Mineta spoke up, “I don’t want to sound like a downer, but… I don’t think there’s anything we can do now.” He was instantly smacked by Jiro, who shot him a glare to silence him.
“Shut up, damn it.”
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"H-Huh?" The class stared at the television, now displaying a black screen with a message in bold white text. "Who turned the TV on...?"
As Ojiro finished speaking, the screen flickered, revealing a blurry video. Seven or eight shadowy figures appeared, leaving everyone stunned and creeped out.
"This isn't the time for pranks," Yaoyorozu said firmly, directing her comment to the group. They all shook their heads, insisting they hadn't touched the TV.
Sero raised his hand. "Whoever did it, I’ll turn it off..." He grabbed the remote and pressed the power button, but nothing happened. Glancing behind the TV, he saw it was unplugged. "Uh, guys...? It's not plugged in."
The blurry image on the screen slowly cleared, revealing a fair-skinned woman with dark, ponytail-style hair. Behind her were others, including one with an eccentric appearance, another sporting a scar over his eye, one dressed like Best Jeanist, and another with hair covering his face.
Two figures remained as silhouettes, while one appeared to be made of fire with a face. All of them wore reassuring smiles, attempting to convey that everything would be fine.
All Might’s knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, whispering, "Master...?"
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| January 12 | 5:15 P.M. | Hospital
"Master...?" All Might trailed off. It's been so long since he last saw a photo of Nana Shimura. He missed her so much and he could never forget the time she sacrificed for him.
Sato turned his head, "You know her, All Might?"
"Yes, Young Sato," All Might replied, "She was... my friend."
His gaze drifted toward the screen. "Does this mean...? No... it can't be. It's impossible for One for All to reach out like this..." His brow furrowed, "Is this another miracle? Or... something else entirely?"
Despite wielding One for All for years, its depths remained a mystery—an enigma he could never fully unravel.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen, but then Izuku's mom noticed something unusual. Red veins glowed across Midoriya's body once more, and while he was starting to feel slightly warmer, he remained freezing cold.
Iida exclaimed, "But the doctor said that the Quirk Malfunction wore off?"
"This... This is scaring me." Mineta trailed off, hiding behind Shoji.
"O-Oui, unnatural." Aoyama mumbled.
Uraraka bit her nail, "What's going on? Deku?"
No one fully understood what was happening, but it was clear this was far from normal. Unease rippled through the room as many instinctively took a step back, fearful of another sudden outburst from Midoriya.
"We need the doctors—something's wrong!" Jiro shouted, her voice urgent as she called for the nurses.
Meanwhile, the figure on the screen—Nana Shimura—let out a soft chuckle, her calm demeanor only heightening the tension among Midoriya's friends. Her smile was gentle, yet unsettling as she uttered a single word:
"Sleep."
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The field rises in a carefree departed bed of thought, waving in a swift way. Not until it began to wilt, turning itself to brown crumpled pieces of nature. They're alive and deceased in their own way.
The three exchanged uncertain glances before Todoroki began explaining what he had learned from the person he’d questioned earlier. The description matched their current surroundings perfectly, down to the strange details. The mention of others appearing out of nowhere also eerily mirrored their current predicament.
"So, you're suggesting we’re in the same place as Midoriya?" Iida asked, his hands already moving in their usual precise gestures.
Todoroki nodded. "I can’t say for certain, but it’s possible. The last thing that woman on the screen said—‘Sleep’—feels significant. If it was some sort of command, maybe it means we’re asleep. And if we’re aware, this could be a lucid dream."
Iida frowned, adjusting his glasses thoughtfully. "A shared dream, then? But why only us?"
"Maybe it’s tied to Midoriya somehow," Todoroki suggested. His gaze swept across their surreal surroundings, his tone calm but serious. "Whatever the case, we need to stay alert. This might not just be a coincidence."
"Don't tell me what to do, half 'n half bastard!" Bakugo scowled, standing beside the boy he mentioned, running to the forest.
"Can you still use your quirks?" Todoroki asked before Iida gave a thumbs up, busting up his turbo engines. Uraraka pressed her fingers and Bakugo who put his fists together with an explosion nodded, "That's a relief."
As they ventured forward, their path led them to a wrecked house with wide, gaping windows and doors that seemed to beckon them inside.
Stepping in cautiously, the group immediately noticed disarray: closets left ajar, their contents spilling out like secrets exposed. Uraraka’s gaze drifted upward, spotting a staircase that she instinctively decided to climb. Her steps slowed as her eyes caught the photo frames adorning the walls.
"These pictures... they're of villains, right?" she asked, her finger tracing over one in particular—Chisaki. "Poor Eri..."
Todoroki and Iida both stopped, their gazes hardening as they noticed a familiar face. "Hero Killer Stain..."
Bakugo scoffed, clicking his tongue in irritation. His attention locked onto an image of the League of Villains, a bitter reminder of the time they had kidnapped him. The guilt that lingered from that ordeal still clawed at him—especially when he thought of All Might.
The group ascended the stairs carefully, each step creaking underfoot. At the top, they were greeted by a small room, eerie in its simplicity. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the shattered mirror shards strewn across the floor. Some of the fragments gleamed faintly in the dim light, others stained with what appeared to be blood.
"Do you think—?"
"Don't even fucking say it, round face." Bakugo complained angrily, "Where the fuck is that shitty nerd? We're walking around like stupid ants!"
"Something definitely happened here," Todoroki said, crouching down to pick up a shard of the broken mirror. He turned it over in his hand, studying it closely. "From the looks of it, the mirror was either punched or struck with something heavy. Whoever was here might have gotten cut on the shards."
While Todoroki examined the glass, Iida's eyes narrowed as he noticed a trail of footprints on the dusty wooden floor, leading toward the doorway. He leaned closer, carefully inspecting the pattern.
"These are Midoriya's shoeprints!" Iida exclaimed. The distinct marks were clear against the dusty surface, suggesting whoever left them hadn’t stayed long before rushing out.
Bakugo crossed his arms, "I can’t even wrap my head around how the hell you know that damn nerd’s shoe print."
They bolted outside, nearly tripping down the short staircase in their haste. Uraraka quickly pointed toward a forest trail where the footprints continued, their direction unmistakable. Without hesitation, the group nodded and sprinted along the path.
The atmosphere shifted as they ran, transitioning into a world blanketed by icy glaciers, snow-covered ground, and a biting cold. Todoroki’s suspicions deepened. This wasn’t just a physical space—it had to be some kind of mindscape.
"This has to be tied to Midoriya," Todoroki muttered to himself, recalling the eerie similarities to what the person he had interviewed had described.
As the frost thickened, Todoroki activated his fire quirk, casting a faint warmth around the group. Most welcomed the reprieve, though Bakugo scoffed.
"I don’t need your stupid flames," he growled, shoving his hands into his pockets despite the obvious cold.
The trail stretched far, the scale of the landscape becoming more apparent with each step. After what felt like an eternity, they realized they had only covered a quarter of a kilometer.
"Where do you think Deku is?" Uraraka asked.
Todoroki’s eyes flicked toward a distant mountain. "I’m not sure, but the waiter mentioned something about a desert. It might be beyond that mountain... Maybe Midoriya’s there."
"‘Maybe’?!" Bakugo's glare burned through the cold air. "What the hell do you mean by ‘maybe’? What if we get lost, huh?!"
"We won't." Todoroki stated, "I'm.. I'm affirmative that Midoriya is here. There, does that help you now?"
The four came to a sudden halt as a brilliant green light flashed in the distance, its intensity nearly blinding them. Before they could react, a streak of green lightning shot toward them with alarming speed, heading straight for Uraraka.
"Watch out!" Bakugo shouted, launching himself toward the brown-haired girl. He shoved her out of the way just in time, the two tumbling across the cold, snowy ground.
Uraraka blinked in surprise, her breath visible in the frigid air. "Thanks, Bakugo..."
"Shut it and get up," he barked, already on his feet, his palms crackling with small explosions. "We’ve got company."
. "Show yourself, villain!" Iida yelled, "Is Midoriya with you?"
A low chuckle echoed through the mist, sending a chill down their spines. The fog began to lift, revealing a shadowy figure as it stepped closer. When the figure finally emerged, their hearts sank. Their stomachs churned with a mix of disbelief and anger as they stared, frozen in place.
"Midoriya...?"
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“Midoriya…?”
All four of them stared in shock at the slumped body being carried carelessly by what appeared to be strings. It was Midoriya—the real one.
He looked terrible, and even that was an understatement. One of his eyes was missing, replaced by a bloody hole. His body was riddled with cuts and bruises, with blood staining his stomach as though something had pierced through him. Although he seemed unconscious, his body stood upright, manipulated by the strings.
Beside him stood a figure identical to Midoriya. But instead of the familiar, uplifting smile, this doppelgänger wore a wicked grin—one that felt as if it could unearth your deepest secrets and exploit them. It was a grin that demanded attention, an ominous presence that was impossible to ignore.
The doppelgänger licked its lips. “Well, well, well… I guess it took me too long to get little Izuku, and now you fools have managed to stumble into this. But I’m in a hurry, so get out of my way.”
“Give that damn nerd back, you faker,” Bakugo glared daggers at the impostor.
“Give him back? Izuku doesn’t belong to anyone, Kacchan. He’s his own person—he decides what he wants. You can’t possibly—”
“Shut the hell up! Everything you’re saying is the opposite of what you’re doing, you bastard!” Bakugo shouted, cutting it off. He charged, but Todoroki stepped in front of him, slamming a foot to the ground as ice shot out toward the doppelgänger.
The impostor smirked, almost amused.
Then, suddenly, the unconscious Midoriya moved, stepping into the ice attack and becoming encased in it.
The doppelgänger grinned wider. “You’re gonna kill him, Shoto. Did you know he’s already at risk of frostbite? This will only speed things up. And trust me, it’ll be much worse.”
Todoroki’s jaw tightened. Bakugo, seething with rage, yelled, “You’ve gotta be kidding me! You’re controlling him, you coward!”
Fueled by fury, the blonde launched himself at the doppelgänger. But before he could land a hit, the impostor used its strings to force Midoriya into action. Midoriya unleashed a One For All-powered kick, shattering the ice encasing him and sending shockwaves that blew the heroes backward.
The wind was as strong as one of All Might’s signature smashes. But the cost was steep—Midoriya’s legs were visibly damaged, likely from using 100% of his power.
The four heroes were at a loss. Every move they made seemed to benefit the enemy. And even if they managed to free Midoriya, he would likely be too injured to fight. Desperation settled in as they scrambled for a solution.
“We need to stop the villain from controlling Midoriya!” Iida yelled, “Todoroki, any ideas?”
Todoroki just shook his head. Without a plan, hesitation wasn’t an option. Iida activated his Recipro Burst, aiming for the doppelgänger, but stopped abruptly when Midoriya stepped in the way. Todoroki launched flames while Bakugo prepared another explosive attack. The combined assault managed to graze the impostor, creating a moment of opportunity.
Iida seized it. He darted forward, grabbing Midoriya and rushing toward Uraraka.
“Now we can go all out, you damn faker!” Bakugo yelled as he and Todoroki advanced, their quirks at full power.
Meanwhile, Uraraka knelt beside Midoriya, who shivered violently. His injuries were severe, and time was running out. “What do we do? Should we take him back to the house? It’s warmer there!”
“It’s too far,” Iida said, pulling a blanket from his training kit. “We need to treat his wounds here!”
As he reached to wrap the blanket around Midoriya, the boy suddenly powered up One For All and struck him, shattering his glasses.
Still unconscious, Midoriya launched himself toward Todoroki with a Manchester Smash. Todoroki barely managed to block it with an ice wall that cracked under the force.
Watching the chaos unfold, Uraraka’s eyes widened with realization. “The strings! I think we have to cut them—that’s how he’s controlling Deku!”
The impostor chuckled, standing smugly. “Clever. But you’ve only figured out part of it.”
Todoroki unleashed a torrent of flames at the strings while Bakugo aimed a direct explosion at the impostor. When the dust cleared, their hearts sank. The strings were unscathed.
Bakugo snarled in frustration, grabbing at the strings only to find his hands slipping through them as though they weren’t solid.
“Did you really think it’d be that simple?” the impostor mocked, powering up Midoriya’s entire body with One For All.
It was playing with them. Every move it made was calculated, designed to remind them who held the upper hand.
“Heroes really are naïve."
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Midoriya, still unconscious, unleashed 100% of One for All at Bakugo. The ash-blonde barely had time to react before he was sent flying, tumbling across the cold snow.
Uraraka tried repeatedly to touch Midoriya, hoping to make him float and disrupt his control, but every attempt failed. He flicked his injured fingers, sending blasts of air her way to keep her at bay.
Iida shifted into a defensive stance, unable to bring himself to attack Midoriya. Hurting him would mean they’d already lost, letting the duplicate claim victory.
Todoroki relied more on his flames now, trying to warm Midoriya while simultaneously using his ice to shield against the powerful gusts of wind his quirk generated.
Still, the fight was wearing them down. It had dragged on far too long.
The duplicate smirked. “Looks like Izuku can take all four of you down—even in this state. Surprised? All Might could easily defeat you all. Why wouldn’t his successor do the same? Of course, the boy’s quirk shreds his body apart—but pain means nothing to him now, does it? Not anymore.”
The group held their ground, unfazed by its taunts. Though they acknowledged the similarities between Midoriya and All Might, they refused to be distracted by its words.
“Shut the hell up, you coward,” Bakugo spat. “Quit hiding behind your damn puppets and fight us with your own power! What a pathetic excuse for a villain.”
The duplicate chuckled. “Ignoring me, Kacchan? Oh, I forgot—you already know our little secret. But no time for chit-chat. I have places to be. Sayonara!”
It turned abruptly, making a dash toward the forest’s edge. Todoroki’s eyes widened as realization struck. “The boundary! He’s heading for it—how could I forget?”
The rest froze momentarily, then remembered: once the duplicate crossed the boundary with Midoriya’s body, it would have full control in the physical world.
Bakugo blasted forward, tackling the duplicate to the ground. “Gotcha, you shitty faker!” He then released an explosion directly into its face.
The impact sent them both crashing into a nearby tree. Midoriya’s limp body hit the ground, his eyes fluttering open ever so slightly.
“Damn it!” the duplicate cursed, kicking Bakugo off and sending him a few meters away. Undeterred, the blonde stood, brushing off the snow and preparing for another round.
“I-It hurts…” Midoriya whimpered, attempting to curl into himself but failing. His shattered limbs and broken fingers refused to obey.
The others rushed to his side, relief and worry flooding their faces.
“Deku! You’re awake!” Uraraka exclaimed, kneeling beside him.
“I-It’s me, Iida! Don’t worry, Midoriya. We’ll get you out of this,” Iida reassured, moving to pick him up.
Midoriya flinched. “P-Please… don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a burden… I’m just weak. Quirkless. Please… leave me…”
His words hit like a punch to the gut. Uraraka and Iida exchanged a devastated glance. Midoriya didn’t recognize them—worse, he was drowning in self-doubt.
“Midoriya, you’re not weak, and you’re definitely not quirkless! If you know anything that can help, please tell us!” Iida pleaded.
Midoriya hesitated, his battered body trembling. “I… Ms. Shimura said… to go to the mountain…”
“The mountain?” Uraraka repeated.
Meanwhile, Bakugo and Todoroki had pieced together a crucial detail from the duplicate’s rambling.
“The strings have a range limit, don’t they?” Bakugo growled, dodging another attack. “Once we got that nerd far enough away, he started waking up! You’re not as strong as you think, faker!”
“What gave you that idea, Kacchan?”
“Simple. When I knocked your ass away from Deku, he snapped out of it. Looks like you’re the naïve one now!” He then hurled the duplicate into the forest.
Todoroki followed up with a flurry of fire and ice, cautiously keeping up the offensive.
“Iida!” Todoroki called out. “Get Midoriya as far away as you can—maybe even to that mountain he mentioned. If the boundary works both ways, we need to move now!”
Iida nodded, activating his engines. Uraraka used her quirk to lighten their load, allowing Iida to move even faster.
“I hope Todoroki and Bakugo can handle him,” Uraraka murmured, gripping tightly to Iida.
“They’ll manage,” Iida assured her, his engines roaring at full power.
Blood from Midoriya’s wounds stained Iida’s uniform as they raced toward the mountain. Once they reached its base, Uraraka used her quirk to lift them to the top despite her exhaustion.
Panting heavily, they landed, only to find themselves staring at a grim sight.
“A cliff…?”
Notes:
⟨ The cliff resembles the one from The Promised Neverland, but instead of a wall, it’s the mountainside. Think of it as a mountain sliced clean in half. ⟩
Chapter 16: VOID 000 | Cliff
Chapter Text
« CHAPTER SIXTEEN »
| 7181521144 2651815 | 00:00 | ?
Before them stood a cliff—its height insurmountable by any of the heroes. Attempting to jump down would lead to nothing short of a catastrophic fall.
"A cliff..? This is…" Uraraka huffed, her hands dragging down her face. "We're on a mountain… There has to be a way down…" She doubled over and threw up, still nauseated from the chaos they’d endured.
Midoriya's state was worsening. His consciousness slipping in and out. His eyes fluttered open only to shut tight again as sharp, unbearable pain rippled through his nerves. To make matters worse, his body temperature showed no signs of rising.
Iida narrowed his eyes, scanning their surroundings until he spotted something—a pathway on the far side of the cliff, nearly inaccessible.
There stood a wall with a door in its center, faintly glowing.
The three of them knew this was their destination. The real question loomed: How do they get there?
"Iida…" Uraraka lightly grabbed his shoulder. Her exhaustion was evident as she wiped the sick from her chin. "Should I… use my Zero Gravity on—"
"No." Iida interjected sharply. "You’ve already pushed past your limits, and you're freezing. I'll figure something out."
"But Deku… He won’t make it if—"
"I'm worried too, Uraraka, but... Look, it’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… safer this way. That fall—it’s far too high."
Yet even as he spoke, Iida couldn't help but consider that her suggestion might be their only viable option. Someone had to get Midoriya to the other side. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind struck, forcing them both to brace against it.
"Bakugo?! Todoroki?!" they shouted in unison as an incoming attack narrowly missed them.
"K… Kacchan…" Midoriya murmured faintly, his half-lidded eyes focusing on his childhood friend. Despite the obvious injuries—broken ribs and all—Bakugo was fighting. "He’s… helping me…?"
"He was faster than I fucking thought!" Bakugo yelled, firing his A.P. Shot toward the enemy.
Todoroki arrived shortly after, his gaze locking onto the cliff. His eyes widened in disbelief. "This is… You've got to be kidding me." He moved to stand beside Iida, small flames sparking in his palm to warm Midoriya.
"I’m sorry, Todoroki, but I’ve lost my Recipro! How can I help?!"
"I have no idea!" Todoroki snapped, his frustration spilling over. In a sudden outburst, he unleashed a massive ice attack similar to his fight with Sero at the Sports Festival. Fortunately, it struck the duplicate at the perfect moment.
"Icyhot, you nearly froze me!" Bakugo snarled, landing beside the group. He glared at their opponent as its strings sliced through the ice, shattering it with ease. "What the fuck are we supposed to do? I’m running out of sweat here."
"We have to get Midoriya to that door!" Todoroki glanced at Uraraka. She looked pale and unsteady. "We can’t rely on her quirk now. Maybe Bakugo could fly both of them there? No, I’ll just use my ice—"
"What’s the matter? Didn’t expect this, did you?" the duplicate sneered. "Such poor choices in using your quirks. How naïve."
"You’re getting on my nerves, faker! How many times are you gonna say that?!"
"It’s just an honest catchphrase, Kacchan." The doppelgänger lunged, grabbing Uraraka with its strings and tossing her toward the cliff’s edge.
Todoroki acted fast, creating an ice track that caught her before she fell. The track stretched toward the door. It was a pathway you can run. He turned to Iida urgently. "Even without Recipro, carry Midoriya to that door!"
Iida nodded and began carefully navigating the icy terrain, stumbling slightly as Uraraka pushed herself to her feet and followed him.
The duplicate seethed. These heroes’ quirks were infuriatingly well-suited for the situation. Its monologues were little more than a facade—pretending to possess a sophisticated plan when, in truth, it was losing.
It hated that fact. Hated that it lacked the intelligence of the original Midoriya. Hated that it was nothing but a pale imitation.
But even in its desperation, it forced a smirk. "I can’t have him, can I? Then neither can you."
The duplicate lunged at Bakugo, enduring the last of his explosions as they scorched its face. Despite its injuries, it used its strings to destroy Todoroki’s ice and hurled him down the cliff. Todoroki managed to create a last-minute ice barrier to break his fall, but his body was frozen and utterly drained.
"Shit! No more sweat! I should’ve brought those fucking gauntlets!" Bakugo growled, kicking at the enemy mid-air. But invisible strings ensnared his limbs, binding him. "Fucking bastard!"
The doppelgänger grinned maniacally, crimson blood dripping from its mouth as it locked eyes with Bakugo—its forest-green gaze burning with malevolence.
"I’ll miss you, Kacchan," it said softly before dragging them both into the abyss. The sound of their impact echoed through the air.
The heroes could only watch in horror. Midoriya, unable to process what he’d just seen, reached out with his injured arm, ignoring the searing pain.
"Kacchan…!"
Chapter 17: VOID -000 | Anamnesis
Notes:
A N A M N E S I S
noun - an·am·ne·sis
Collegiate Definition
1: a recalling to the mind
Chapter Text
« CHAPTER SEVENTEEN »
| 7181521144 2651815 | 00:00 | ?
A single tear traced down Midoriya's cheek before the floodgates opened. His sobs came in waves, more violent than any storm. When the wracking cries subsided, he fell silent, yet his tears flowed thicker than before.
He struggled against Iida's grasp, yelling Bakugo's name with a desperation that could tear through mountains. He screamed as though his voice alone could rewrite time and undo what happened.
Uraraka watched him, her own heart breaking. His grief mirrored the time Bakugo had been kidnapped by the League of Villains. A choked sob escaped her lips as memories flooded back.
"Midoriya... We have to go," Iida urged.
But Midoriya refused. He twisted and writhed, insisting he needed to see Bakugo—needed to ensure he was alright. His cries became self-recriminations, blaming himself for everything, wishing he could take Bakugo’s place.
Iida pressed on, carrying Midoriya toward the glowing door. They had almost reached it when a faint voice called out.
"Fucking... nerd..."
It was weak, almost inaudible, but unmistakably grouchy.
Midoriya froze, his sobs catching in his throat as he scanned the area for the source. He darted his eyes around until he saw it—an ash-blonde figure sprawled on a patch of ice. Ruby-red eyes barely stayed open, but it was him.
"K-Kacchan!" Midoriya's voice cracked, this time with overwhelming relief.
Bakugo lay half-conscious, his body battered and broken. Beside him, Todoroki was collapsed on the ground, one arm stretched out, having created the ice pack that saved Bakugo. Even with his own strength drained, Todoroki had secured their victory.
"We... we won," Uraraka murmured, dropping to her knees.
A collective sigh of relief swept through them. It was over. They had defeated the enemy, saved Midoriya, and survived.
Though the battle lasted barely twenty minutes, it felt as though it had stretched for days. Exhaustion pulled at their every fiber, but relief buoyed their spirits.
Iida stepped forward and twisted the jagged, loose doorknob. As the door swung open, they were greeted by a miraculous sight.
A brilliant golden sun rose above the horizon, its rays warming their weary faces. The hot wind stirred the sand in gentle waves, and before them lay a sprawling, serene desert. It was tranquil—a stark contrast to the chaos they’d just endured.
Iida, with Midoriya still in his arms, attempted to step through the doorway, only to be stopped by an invisible force. The unexpected rejection sent him stumbling backward.
"That's... strange," He muttered, his brow furrowing as he reached out cautiously. His hand met resistance again. "Am I... not allowed?"
He tried once more, carrying Midoriya with him, but only Midoriya passed through. The green-haired boy slipped from Iida’s grasp, tumbling onto the hot sand.
"Midoriya!" Uraraka exclaimed.
The green-haired boy sat up, dusting sand from his face. The sting in his eyes was nothing compared to the pain he had endured earlier. Blinking rapidly, he got to his feet, confused when Iida shouted from the other side.
"Midoriya! Your injuries... they're gone!"
He glanced down at his arms and hands. The scars and bloodstains that had marred his body were gone. His wounds had vanished completely. He felt whole, but his relief was short-lived.
The sand began to twist into a whirlwind, a miniature tornado forming before him. His friends' voices faded as the door slammed shut behind him.
From the swirling sand, eight figures emerged. One stood at the forefront, someone heartbreakingly familiar.
"Ms. Shimura..." He whispered, tears streaming anew. He ran toward her for an embrace, but his arms passed through her form.
"Sorry, Young Izuku," Nana said, her tone both apologetic and kind.
Before he could ask what she meant, all eight figures extended their hands toward him, as though beckoning him to take hold. The sand swirled faster, lifting Midoriya into its chaotic dance. The figures faded, leaving him bewildered and alone.
Images began flashing through his mind—memories he thought he’d lost.
All Might giving him his Quirk.
The U.A. Entrance Exam.
Battle Trials.
The USJ Attack.
His classmates in Class 1-A and their teacher, Aizawa.
The Sports Festival. Todoroki’s past.
The Hosu Incident. Hero Killer Stain.
The truth about One for All.
His partnership with Bakugo in the Final Exams.
The Shie Hassaikai Raid. The Big Three. Eri.
The Joint Training arc. The Endeavor Agency.
And then...
Todoroki’s birthday.
Villains.
A gunshot.
Quirk malfunction.
Two days...
Dead.
Guilt surged through Midoriya. How could he have forgotten the people he cared about? How could he have erased their sacrifices from his heart?
A tear rolled down his cheek. He wasn’t a quirkless wannabe. He was a hero, blessed with the most incredible Quirk in the world, supported by so many.
Midoriya felt so lucky and blessed.
He felt so happy that his dream would come true.
He felt so grateful of all the people acting as pillars to help him achieve his lifelong dream.
And He felt so guilty that he needs to find a way to exchange all their sacrifices.
He has to.
He has to go back.
Izuku Midoriya needs to go back.
Nana's smile extended to her eyes and shot through Midoriya's caring soul, an unexpected warmth rushing through his skin.
Everyone behind her gave the same reassuring smile, pointing towards him.
"Wake up."
"Midoriya...?"
Chapter 18: VOID 001 | Awake
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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« CHAPTER EIGHTEEN »
| January 12 | 6:00 P.M. | Hospital |
Midoriya jolted upright on his hospital bed, the attached oxygen mask falling away from his face.
His breathing was rapid and shallow, his hands trembling as bloody tears darkened his outfit. His eyes were stained red—he couldn’t see a thing.
His heart hammered inside his chest, like a boxer delivering unrelenting punches to a heavy bag. Sweat formed on his forehead; his head spun and felt unbearably hot.
“—ku!”
Midoriya could hear someone yelling. Was it shouting? Begging? Crying? He couldn’t tell; it was distant and muffled. He felt an overwhelming urge to help—the voice sounded so worried.
“—zuku!”
The voice felt nervous, upset. His body shook uncontrollably, and he didn’t know why. Was he having a panic attack?
Then, he felt a hand gently rest over his own, and the red began to fade.
“Izuku!”
His hearing returned first, followed by his eyesight. Through the haze, he saw Inko wiping the blood from his eyes.
“...Mom?” Midoriya’s voice was soft, almost disbelieving. He noticed her puffy, tear-streaked face as fresh tears spilled forth like a broken dam. Though he still trembled, she wrapped him in a strong embrace.
He smiled and returned the hug. “I’m fine now, Mom. You don’t have to worry.”
Her hands trembled as she held him. “Don’t ever do that again!”
“I… I won’t,” Midoriya promised.
Inko stood, wiping her tears before gesturing toward the group of people staring wide-eyed at them, some falling to their knees in relief while others cheered.
A mix of emotions filled the room—worry, joy, and overwhelming relief. The four people Midoriya had encountered in his mindscape had just woken up, their unconsciousness explained by the hypnotic "Sleep" from the TV, according to the others.
Kirishima clapped Bakugo on the shoulder, declaring him “manly” for his concern over Midoriya. The blonde immediately denied it, citing obviously fabricated reasons.
Kaminari and Sero teased Bakugo relentlessly, though that was short-lived as the blonde dragged them outside for a “talk.” May they survive the aftermath of his rage.
Tokoyami muttered something cryptic about darkness and relevance to the situation, while Aoyama reassured Midoriya in his sparkling way, offering another round of cheese.
Sato added a chocolate cake to Midoriya’s lap, earning a jealous glare from Mineta, who half-joked about wanting a gunshot wound for attention and food.
“I’m glad you’re alright, Midoriya,” Todoroki said simply. The weight he’d carried seemed to lift at last.
“It’s strange…” He murmured, glancing at his hand. “This might be the first time I’ve been involved without anyone losing a limb.”
The room fell silent, then broke into awkward chuckles. Was Todoroki joking? Surely not.
Ignoring Todoroki’s comment, Uraraka rushed to Midoriya’s side, gripping his hand tightly. “Deku… I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so scared!”
Iida joined her. “Midoriya, we’re all relieved you’re alright, but please, everyone—give him space! He still looks unwell.”
“No, it’s okay, Iida, really,” Midoriya assured them, though he winced as a sharp pain shot through his head. “I do feel a little dizzy, though.”
Before anyone could respond, Aizawa stepped into the room. The students fell silent as he approached Midoriya’s bed. Expecting a reprimand, the green-haired boy shut his eyes tightly.
Instead, he felt a hand on his forehead.
“You’ve got a fever,” Aizawa said matter-of-factly.
“O-Oh…”
“You should rest.” Aizawa stood, turning to the others. “Everyone out.”
Groans of protest filled the room, but they complied, shuffling out reluctantly.
Before leaving, Aizawa glanced back at Midoriya. “Stay out of trouble, problem child. You had me worried.”
“Y-Yes, sir,” Midoriya mumbled, surprised by the rare softness in his teacher's tone.
Aizawa sighed. “Good grief.”
All Might approached next, his gaunt frame radiating fatherly concern. Without a word, he enveloped Midoriya in a hug.
“Young Midoriya… I was worried sick!” All Might’s voice wavered with emotion.
“I—I’m so sorry, All Might,” Midoriya choked, tears spilling onto his freckled cheeks. “If I hadn’t made it, then One for All—”
“I wasn’t worried about One for All,” He interrupted gently, patting his student's back. “I was worried about you, my boy.”
“…You really mean it?”
“I really do.”
Midoriya fiddled his fingers. “Hey, All Might—”
“Yes?”
“…Ms. Shimura was an amazing person. And a great hero.”
All Might’s eyes widened at the mention of his mentor, but he smiled warmly.
“Welcome back, Young Midoriya.”
| A few days later… |
“So, what’s this about having eight quirks, Midoriya?” Aizawa asked, narrowing his eyes.
Midoriya stood stiffly, stammering, “I’m not sure, Mr. Aizawa!”
The excuse was weak. Aizawa’s gaze sharpened.
Before he could respond, the door swung open, revealing All Might.
“What are you doing here?”
“I suppose you need an explanation,” All Might admitted, his posture uncharacteristically deferential.
“You know about this problem child’s quirks?”
All Might nodded, his serious expression silencing the room.
“Alright,” Aizawa relented, gesturing for him to proceed. “But make it quick.”
Midoriya sat down, a bead of sweat rolling down his face.
This was going to be a lot for them to take in.
Notes:
Thank you for tuning in! That is the end of "Voidless"! This was actually my first fanfic written on Wattpad; and I've only recently transferred it here completely. The AO3 one is a refined and edited version of that one ^^
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