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Izuku was talking with his friend again. His arms were aching from his latest patrol on the outskirts of Musufatu, where a bunch of gangs were fighting.
Honestly, if they just stopped going on each other’s turfs, it’d be a lot easier for him…
His friend was muttering about how he ‘needed to get stronger’ and whatnot. He had been too slow in blocking a punch from one of the gang members, and now a nasty bruise was forming on his pale skin.
Sometimes, his friend was a bit mean-
He yelped in surprise, a blinding light filling his vision as he felt his body getting an odd lightweight feeling. (similar to when he fell off of buildings.)
He blacked out as soon as he felt his head go quiet.
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He woke up, his hand immediately patting down his body for injuries, brushing against his dyed green hair, a sigh of relief when he realized that he was only covered in the injuries from before.
The relief didn’t last long.
Where was he?
He certainly had not been here before… and he’d been in some weird places.
“Hello?” He called out, then, with a burst of color, the room finally opened into something oddly… familiar?
He was in a cosy looking living room, cushy sofas and beanbags surrounded him, paintings adorning the walls. The ground (when not occupied by random objects and furniture) was wooden, shrouded with a multitude of rugs and quilts.
The fuck?
Why is he here? Is he dead? The man who lived next door always grumbled about death and ‘seeing the light of God’.
He soon ruled out being dead.
He simply can’t imagine that he’s dead, as he had feeling, he could remember memories, some certainly better than others, and he couldn’t see any form of a higher being anywhere.
A sudden click, click, clicking noise resounded through the room, like the opening to a certain game franchise, and a door appeared. The door opened, and put tumbled a group of heroes, a yellow haired man who looked one breath away from death, a young girl with long silver hair, a classrooms worth of students that he didn’t know, and finally, a group of… vigilantes? Villains? They were young looking, and one had hands decorating his body.
It was all quiet.
Then the heroes saw the… villains? And attacked. Izuku staying chill, ignoring it while plonking himself on a random chair.
He covered his ears as a loud siren noise filled the room.
Everyone was stilled and was groaning, covering their ears. It stopped, and a voice murmured “Good. You guys finally shut up…”
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An explosive blonde yelled in response, “Who the FUCK are you?!”
Izuku flinched. Aw shit, Bakugou was here? Was he going to have to stay in close quarters with him for long? He curled into himself, wondering where his friend was. The hateful comments of suicide baiting yesterday still rang true in his soul, and a tear threatened to come out. Bile coiled in the back of his throat.
The voice spoke again. “Hello children of this world’s 1A, the heroes, and the LOV! Bakugou! Like, I know you get better, but just shut up and I’ll explain, okay?”
Bakugou was silenced by Eraserhead’s hand. Izuku didn’t look up, despite his gear, he still had the gnawing fear that the underground hero would find out and arrest him for his vigilantism.
“I am from another dimension! In this dimension, you guys are all characters in a cool fanfic that I read..! Now, call me invasive, but I felt that you guys would love to feel what I felt when I read this fabulous work, well, in your world, you’ll be watching your future selves…”
Eraserhead (with Mic holding his shoulder, Shinso hiding behind a chair) then said “Doesn’t this affect the universe or something? Should we be watching this?”
The voice then huffed, “Yes, yes, of course you can! It’s fine… also, before we start, Izuku Midoriya, this universe is based on you! You will have a lotta secrets spilt, and a lot of things revealed to you that you might never have known before!”
Izuku froze. They can’t know… he didn’t want them to know… but if it meant that they could go home quicker then… he guesses it’s fine. Then he could go back to beating the scum. Scum whales of scum, after all. “That’s fine…”
“Great, everyone get comfy! Shouto, Eri, I recommend sitting next to Midoriya! He is important to you in the next upcoming events, right until the end…”