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“Ah you're here.” Tomichi Shigaraki greeted as she opened her front door. She gestured for the teen to come in as she grabbed a pearl earring from the small side table and started to put it on. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. I have no idea why the previous babysitter refused to show but what is done is done. You won't be having any issues being alone with the boys for a couple hours right?”

The women, dressed in a very form fitting black dress and white pearls turned to the green haired teen as she finished putting both earrings in, giving a once over. She tried not to make her disdain for the dyed hair too obvious as despite all the metas popping up nowadays, the younger generation still liked to do such things. She also didn't want to make the boy, with his tacky shirt and baggy shorts, leave cause she couldn’t be late for this company party trying to find someone else willing to babysit.

“Of course Shigaraki-san. I’ll be sure to have the two done with their homework and in bed by nine as requested. I have your number saved in my phone in case anything should arise and as it said on my profile, I’m CPR certified.” the teen answered with a smile.

She hummed before grabbing her purse and doing a final check on everything. “And Yoichi’s medicine?”

“Already have an alarm set to eight thirty to be sure I don’t forget.”

Tomichi nodded approvingly. “Good. Their dinner is already in the fridge. I trust you’ll be fine to heat that up?”

“No need to worry Shigaraki-san. I make dinner for my mom sometimes when she has to work late so I’ll be fine.”

“Good.” With everything accounted for, the woman called out to her sons. “Yoichi! Hisashi! I’ll be leaving now!”

Two sets of footsteps could be heard running towards the front of the house as Tomichi put on her shoes.

Once she stood again, she turned to her two sons. “Now boys, this is Izuku Midoriya. He’s agreed to watch you two while I'm gone. Behave.”

“Yes, mom/mother.” the two chanted with small nods.

She gave an approving one in return before facing the teenager once more. “I’ll see you at ten.” And with that she left.

“So,” Izuku asked as he turned to face the two boys, “what do you guys want to do before dinner?”

“Color!” the six year old shouted, doing a little hop.

The nine year old just looked the teen up and down before huffing and walking away.

Izuku didn’t mind, just letting the younger of the two, Yoichi if he’s remembering correctly, drag him towards the living room to color some Marvel and DC coloring books.

During the next couple of hours, Hisashi didn’t say a word. Yoichi and Izuku did most of the chatting during the coloring and dinner, and Hisashi shook his head when the teen offered to help with homework. Despite the silence though, he stayed close to his little brother. Always tensing up when Yoichi started to cough. Izuku stayed calm and would simply rub the small boys back and coach him through it despite the death glare the action would gain him.

Eventually, once the kitchen was cleaned up, homework put away, and the boys dressed in their pajamas, Izuku’s phone went off. He shut off the alarm and headed to the spot where Yoichi's medicine was designated on the kitchen counter. He grabbed the correct dosage of pills and a glass of water before heading back to Yoichi.

“Time for your medicine.” Izuku declared with a smile.

Instantly, the boy wilted. “Do I have to?” he asked with a small voice.

The teen ignored the murderous stare the nine year old was giving him as he crouched down in front of the smaller white haired boy. “What do you mean Yoichi?”

The boy shuffled a bit before clarifying. “Do I have to take the med-a–cine?”

Izuku hummed before sitting down on the floor to get more comfortable. “Well, from what I understand, I think it would be a good idea. Why don’t you want to take it?”

Yoichi’s brows furrowed as he explained. “It’s gross. I don’t like it. Plus I can't breathe when I take it.”

“You can’t breathe cause you have to swallow a big pill?”

He nodded.

“Well,” Izuku started, leaning back a bit, “that is a problem. You need to breathe after all and it's no fun having to deal with things that are gross.”

That finally got the six year old’s green eyes to look up as he nodded, seeming to feel a little better at having someone listening to his complaints.

“What about swimming though?” the teen abruptly asked as he tilted his head.

“Huh?”

“You know, swimming. You can’t exactly breathe underwater after all. And drinking water! People usually hold their breath when drinking or eating something.”

“That’s different!” Hisashi finally cut in. Izuku tried not to let his joy of having the boy finally speak to him show.

“Is it though? I mean breathing is important but drinking water and eating are too. It’s okay to hold your breath for a second to do those things right?”

“Well yea, obviously. “ The nine year old exclaimed with an eye roll. Izuku had to hold in a laugh. “But the medicine is gross. Yoichi shouldn’t have to take something gross.”

“True.” the teen conceded. “However,” he continued, “if it's important then it might be worth it.”

Hisashi, who had relaxed at the original statement, regained his glare.

“Hear me out.” Izuku tried, raising his hands in surrender. “Have you ever gotten sick before?”

The older boy rolled his eyes but nodded.

“And did you have to take medicine?”

He huffed but gave another affirmative.

“And it was gross right?”

“Yea. It was.” the boy said with more sass than Izuku thought was possible for someone not even in their double digits.

“But it made you feel better, right?”

At that, Hisashi froze. Seeming to think the new information over. Finally, he conceded quietly with a small movement of his head. Satisfied, Izuku turned to the younger brother who had been watching the whole exchange with wide eyes.

“So Yoichi, how about it?”

Said boy just stared at the offered pills and cup of water for a minute. He then dropped his face towards the floor.

“But I still don’t feel better. The med-a-sin isn’t working. I’m too sick.”

Hisashi looked upset at that but Izuku wouldn’t give in just yet.

“Hey, you're not too sick. Sometimes people just have to take medicine longer than others. Doesn’t mean it's not working.”

“Realy?” the six year old asked hopefully.

“Yea! I had to take a lot of medicine when I was younger. Born really weak and sick but look at me now!” Izuku exclaimed, before he reached for the smaller boy and lifted him into his arms, spinning them in a small circle.

Yoichi squealed then giggled as the two spun. Eventually he nodded though.

“Okay! I’ll take it. I want to be strong when I grow up. Like Superman!”

Izuku laughed. “I can’t promise that taking your medicine will make you as strong as Superman but we’ll see.”

With that, the teen placed the boy onto the couch next to his brother before he returned to the medicine and water he placed on the coffee table. Yoichi took the pills like a champ and Izuku gave him a big hug and good job.

Right at ten o’clock, Tomichi returned home to the smell of chamomile tea and a clean home.

“Oh, Shigaraki-san! I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to make you some tea for when you got home. Though now that I think about it, I don’t even know if you like tea before bed and I really should have asked before going through your cupboards and oh what if this was an expensive blend?! I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry! You can cut my pay for the tea, I really should have asked first and-”

“Midoriya-kun.” she interrupted, effectively shutting the rambling short. “I don’t mind. Thank you for the thoughtfulness. How were the boys?”

“Oh, they were great!” As the boy continued with his report, Tomichi hung up her coat and rid herself of the rest of her jewelry. Towards the end of the boy’s rant, she had already got the teens pay ready and took a sip of her tea.

“Sounds like things went smoothly,” she commented, slightly distracted by the frankly amazing cup of chamomile.

“Yea. I mean, Hisashi-kun was pretty much silent for the whole evening but after I convinced Yoichi-kun to take his medicine, he was a little more chatty.”

That caused Tomichi to pause. Usually, Yoichi wouldn’t want to take his medicine and with how protective Hisashi was of his younger brother, the endeavor was usually abandoned, leaving the women to have to insure her son had taken his pills for the night. Hearing that not only was Midoriya-kun able to convince her son to take his dreaded pills but also Hisashi didn’t cause the teen any bodily harm in the process (even sounding as if he was a bit friendly for once) was a bit baffling.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Now I'm sure it's time you were headed home. You did mention having a mother that I’m sure will be worried.”

“Oh! Yes. Of course. I should be heading home.”

With that, Tomichi gave the boy his payment and walked him towards the door.

“Hope to see you again Midoriya-kun.”

“You as well, Shigaraki-san.”

With that, Midoriya became Hisashi and Yoichi’s regular babysitter. Picking them up from school to watch till their mother was home, weekends when Shigarki-san had to work, and late nights at company parties or finalizing last minute paperwork, Midoriya would be there. He would help with homework, watch movies, give congrats on good grades and encouragement on not so good test scores. Midorya would even insure to give Yoichi a hug and ruffle his hair no matter how easy or difficult it was to take his medicine that day.

He became their unofficial older brother, always able to make Yoichi feel better after a day of teasing about his white hair and keep up with Hisashi’s biting comments with sly and lighthearted ones of his own.

Shigaraki-san also saw the benefits of having Midoriya around. Finally she had a babysitter that not only didn’t assume her children were metas for being albino but was also able to handle the two. It was especially a bonus that the boy seemed to be an amazing chef, making mouth watering food with his heavenly teas for when she came home after long days.

She even entertained the idea of Izuku being her own son once when Yoichi came running towards him once shouting “Izu-nii” only for the teen to pick him up with a spin and exclaimed “Yo-chan.”

Of course she realized the idea was preposterous. Midoriya-kun already had a mother. There was no way the woman would give up her lovely son just because another woman wanted him as her own. 

At least, not willingly.

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The funeral was a small affair. Inko Midoriya lost many of her friends and family when she became pregnant at sixteen and with long hours spent working, she didn’t have time to make new friends. Only a few coworkers had come to give Izuku their condolences and share the happy memories they had of his mother.

Izuku was thankful for everyone who came and more so for their kind words. He didn’t know how he was going to express his gratitude to Shigaraki-san though. Not only did the women pay for the service but had offered to house Izuku till he was old enough to live on his own.

The arrangement allowed for him to continue his third year at the same school as well as continue seeing the boys. They were a great distraction from the grief but they could tell that the middle schooler was upset.

Yoichi gave the teen one of his favorite stuffed Superman toys and Hisashi had even shared some of his dessert on nights Izuku was feeling especially down. Izuku would tear up almost every time and he almost hugged Yoichi till he passed out after receiving the plush.

Tomichi-san (as she insisted Izuku call her now that they lived together) didn’t ask for much. Just to watch the boys when she wasn’t home, keep the house clean, and make sure to make dinner for her, even when she wouldn’t be able to eat it fresh. It was nice.

The only thing that made Izuku uncomfortable was her dislike of metas.

“It’s not that expensive and I’m using my own money for it.” Izuku tried to reason a few months into his stay with the Shigarakis.

“The money I give you for your allowance is my money and I don’t want it used on such ridiculous things.” Tomichi-san argued.

“It’s just hair dye.”

At that, the woman snapped her head away from her mirror and faced Izuku with a glare. “Dye that makes you look like one of those meta humans. Do you want people to think you're a tengu’s servant?”

At that, Izuku bristaled. “And what about Yo-chan and Hi-kun? Do you think they’re servants of goblins because their hair is white ?”

Tomichi-san scoffed. “Of course not. They have perfectly normal hair colors. Albinos may be rare but they're not unheard of. Green hair on the other hand is and from now on you will stop dyeing yours that color.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Tomichi-san stated as she went back to finishing up her makeup. “I let you into my home , Izuku. I’ve taken you in when you had no one else. The least you could do is not dye your hair such a hideous color.”

With one final look at herself in the mirror, Tomichi got up and faced the teen who stood silently at her side. His hands curled, his brows furrowed, and his head was down to hide away the tears that stung his eyes. The woman cooed as she gently cupped his cheek and raised his head.

“Hey now. Everything will be fine. I’m sure you’ll look quite handsome with black hair.” Then she tilted her head, a glint flashing in her eyes. “You’d actually look similar to my late husband if you did that.”

After their “talk,” Izuku helped Hisashi with some of his times tables as Yoichi colored in his D.C coloring book. The younger boy seemed a little more subdued than usual so when the teen got a chance, he turned to Yoichi.

“Hey Yo-chan, what’s wrong?”

Hisashi instantly tensed up and whipped his head towards his brother as the addressed boy stopped his coloring, not lifting his head.

“It’s just…just what mom said to you…”

“Oh. Oh Yo-chan, it’s okay. Tomichi-san is probably just worried about me. People are becoming meaner to those with meta abilities lately and she probably just doesn’t want me mixed up in it.”

“But,” Yoichi started, head snapping to the teen and exposing his tears, “what she said was so mean! She called your hair ugly! It’s not ugly Izu-nii. I promise! I like your green hair.”

Izuku couldn’t help but smile as he went to hug his unofficial little brother. “Thanks Yo-chan. That means a lot to me coming from you.”

“Oh? And coming from me it wouldn’t mean much, huh?” Hisashi huffed.

Izuku glanced over to the boy before he gave Yoichi a smirk and a wink. In the next second, Hisashi squeaked as the teen dragged him into a hug. “Aw. Are you saying you think my hair is pretty Hi-kun~?”

“I didn’t say that!” The younger boy shouted as he squirmed.

“But you implied it!” Izuku declared, giving the ten year old a tighter squeeze, much to Yoichi’s delight if the giggles were anything to go by.

After a minute of unsuccessfully escaping Izuku’s grasp, Hisashi slumped. “Are you going to let me go now?”

“Nope!” Izuku cheered. “Not until you admit you like my green hair.”

“What?! No way!” Hisashi shouted, escape efforts back in full force. “Let me go!”

“Nope. Not until you say it.”

“I’m not saying it.”

“Then I guess I’m not letting you go.”

Hisashi pouted at Izuku’s cheeky response but ultimately couldn’t escape. Since the boy refused to comply though, Izuku followed his word. The three eventually settled back down; Yoichi sat with his thigh up against Izuku’s as he colored and Hisashi continuing his homework on Izuku’s lap.

A couple minutes later though, the peaceful quiet was broken. “The kids at school don’t like our hair.” Yoichi confessed.

Izuku hummed.

“They call us metas.” Hisashi chipped in. “Freaks.”

The teen couldn’t help how he stiffened at the term. It wasn’t helped by the seven year old’s nod of agreement.

“You're not freaks. You guys know that, right?”

Yoichi just turned away while Hisashi scoffed. “Yeah, but that doesn’t stop us from looking like ones.”

“No.” Izuku stated firmly, more firmly than he ever has with the two before. He twisted the boy in his lap and made sure they made eye contact before he continued. “You're not freaks. You don’t look like freaks, you don’t act like freaks, and even if you guys actually were metahumans, you. Would, Not. Be. Freaks. ”

Hisashi stared at him with wide red eyes, evidently shocked by Izuku’s declaration, but the teen wasn’t done yet.

“And in the end, even if you were some kind of freak of nature, that is no reason to be thrown away. You deserve to be loved and cherished and if the whole world ends up turning on you then know that I’ll be here for you. Both of you. No matter what.”

They were both staring at Izuku, both wide-eyed and shocked, before they promptly burst into tears.

After a few long minutes calming the two down, the homework and coloring was abandoned in favor of playing a cartoon on low volume as the three cuddled up under some blankets on the couch.

It was mostly silent for an episode or two, just an occasional sniffle, cough, or shuffling of blankets as they tried to snuggle even closer together, but eventually Izuku decided to speak.

“Do you guys want to hear a secret?”

The two boys looked to their pseudo brother and nodded.

“You can’t tell anyone this okay?” the teen whispered just loud enough for only them to hear.

The two looked to each other for a second before turning back to the teen with nods.

“My hair, “ Izuku started, taking a deep breath before letting it back out, “is naturally green.”

It was silent for a moment, the two processing, then Yoichi shouted.

“You're like us!”

Izuku couldn’t help but let out a shocked laugh. “W-what do you mean?”

“You got weird hair like us!” the boy cheered, seeming to grow excited at the revelation. 

“Yea.” Hisashi added. “We're all freaks with our unnatural hair.”

“What did I just say about you guys not being freaks?”

The ten year old rolled his eyes. “Fine, not freaks but people still think we're metas.” Then he paused for a moment, only to look at the teen quizzically. “Does that mean you’re a meta?”

Yoichi’s eyes seemed to light up even more but Izuku only laughed with a shake of his head. “No, I don't think so. I mean, yea, my hair is an unnatural color but I can’t glow in the dark or fly.”

Hisashi hummed at that, looking a little disappointed.

Yoichi on the other hand was having a hard time sitting still. “That’s still so cool! Your hair is such a pretty color Izu-nii.”

“Thank you.” Izuku thanked with a smile, reaching out to ruffle the smaller boy’s hair. “And so is yours. Like a fresh layer of snow.”

After that night, the boys seemed to be closer than before. It may not have looked like much from the outside, the three still walking to and from school together and snuggling close for movie nights, but there was a sense of comradery that wasn’t there before. No longer was it two brothers against the world. It was three.

It was, for a little while anyway.

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“Why can’t we come?”

“Yea!”

Izuku sighed from where he was putting on his shoes before he got up and turned to face his two pouting little brothers. “You guys know why. It’s going to be dangerous. I don’t want either of you getting hurt.”

“Then you should stay here!” Hisashi insisted, stomping his foot.

“Yea!” Yoichi shouted as he mimicked his brother. “We don’t want you getting hurt.”

Izuku couldn’t help it as he sighed again, crouching to place a hand on each boy's shoulder. “I know but I have to. This will be a big step for metas and I want to help in any way I can.”

“You wanting to go is not the same as you having to.” Hisashi pointed out as he crossed his arms.

“You're right but think about it this way. If everyone who was going decided it was safer not to go then would there be a protest to begin with?”

“No…” Yoichi answered sullenly.

“Exactly. That’s why I have to go. Metas need as much support as they can and I want to be a part of that.”

“But we can’t?” Hisashi asked, Yoichi looking back up with puppy dog eyes at the question.

“No.” Izuku responded, feeling a little bad for their obvious sadness but staying firm. “Like I said, it's going to be dangerous. Maybe when you guys are older but for now I think it's for the best if only I go. Besides, if anything goes wrong I’ll be able to skedaddle out of there real quick. With my longer legs and all.”

That, along with a small hair ruffle, got the intended giggle out of Yoichi but Hisashi still looked upset. Izuku gave the boy a quick look over before he dragged him into a hug.

“Don’t worry Hi-kun. No matter what happens I’ll come back to you. Both of you.”

At that last part, the teen brought Yoichi into the hug as well, making sure to give the two a good squeeze before he let go.

The ten year olds eyes were a bit watery but he looked up to his older brother nonetheless. “You better.”

“I promise,” Izuku swore with a small amused huff. Giving both one more hair ruff, the teen waved goodbye as he headed to his first meta rights protest.

Everything was going alright all things considered.

There were many people who came out to show their support. From those with extra limbs to regular folks, many had come to march the streets with signs declaring metas as humans too.

Then a bang went off.

From there it was utter chaos. Izuku tried to run but was swallowed into the crowd, being shoved this way and that. Powers were flying, people were bumping into each other, and shouts echoed from every direction. Izuku didn’t even know what set everything off and honestly, he didn’t care. He just wanted to fulfill his promise to his little brothers and get home.

But then he was shoved again, this time with a bit of a sting ringing out from his back where he was pushed.

Then he hit the ground, scraping his hands.

Then he noticed how quiet it got.

Looking up, Izuku noticed that it seemed like the sun was just starting to rise with barely anyone on the street. He stood up on shaking legs and looked around, realizing the street was unfamiliar. The shops were different and the street name wasn’t the same as before, he couldn’t figure out what happened.

Did someone use their ability on me?

“Excuse me?” a voice called out.

The teen instantly spun his head in the direction, only to come face to face with a cat.

Or at least someone with the head of one.

“Are you alright? I noticed you looked a bit lost.”

It was at that moment that Izuku finally took this person in. They seemed to be a man, late twenties maybe early thirties, with light brown/orange fur. He had a bell around his neck and it seemed he just picked up some coffee before work for himself and a coworker as he was holding two steaming hot cups.

He was also dressed as a police officer.

After freaking out about a meta being an officer and the man being part cat (Could he understand cats? Does he meow like one, pur? Is his vision different? Is his hearing enhanced?), he finally followed the man to the police station.

Izuku was wary of Tamakawa, the cat man, so he kept his distance. Sure the man was dressed like and claimed to be an officer but he was also a meta. Most people would call the police on metas not call them for one. Plus, since Tomichi-san (she tried to get him to call her mom but…no) didn’t want him “dyeing” his hair green any more, he’s been getting it dyed black, making him look “normal".

Something that people love to point out on the news is how metas target none metas. So can you blame Izuku for being just a bit worried.

“We’re here.” Tamakawa declared, holding the door to the police station open for the teen. “Let me just drop this off to a friend of mine then we can figure out what happened.”

The officer gestured to a desk off to the side then headed into a closed door office. A minute later he joined Izuku at the desk and got to work.

“So let's start with what happened.”

“U-um okay uh…I was at a protest.” Izuku began. “Everything seemed to be going alright but then something went off? A-and everyone started panicking. I was just getting knocked around in the crowd when someone hit my back and I fell to the ground. Next thing I knew I was on that street you found me on.”

Tamakawa hummed, though it sounded almost like a purr. “I see. Someone must have accidentally used their quirk on you in the panic.” ( Quirk? ) “Where was this protest? It was probably a simple teleporting quirk so we should be able to get you home but it’ll be good to know where this happened in case anyone else was affected.”

Despite the confusion on what the man meant by quirk ( and teleporting? Is this guy on something or did I hit my head?? ), the teen answered. “It-it was in Musutafu.”

At that, the man paused, stopping what he was writing to look up. “Musutafu?”

“Yea. It started in that one big park by the beach. What was it called again…? Oh! Takoba! The beach by the park is called Takoba. I used to go a lot with my mom but not so much the park so I don’t remember it’s name. Sorry.”

Tamakawa tilted his head a bit, causing the bell around his neck to jingle. “Did you hit your head at all during this?”

A bit put off, Izuku shook his head. “No. I don’t think so at least. People mostly just bumped into my arms and back.”

The man hummed with a nod and went back to writing. “What day is it?”

“September 5th I think. Why?”

Tamakawa wrote something down as he explained, “I was just curious if a time traveling quirk was involved since there haven't been any protests in Musutafu as of late. Though since today is September 5th, I’m inclined to throw that theory out.”

Again with quirks. “I’m sorry but what do you mean by “time traveling quirk”?

The officer looked up. “I mean a quirk that can send someone or something through time. They’re not common and are mainly kept out of media attention but they do exist.”

That just made things more confusing. “I get the time traveling part. I’m asking what you mean by “quirk.””

Tamakawa didn’t seem to understand.

“You know. Like, a weird trait someone has? Quirky? Someone's quirks? I don’t understand how a quirk or someone’s quirk would have anything to do with time travel. Or I guess if they were just really into the stuff then I guess it could be a quirk?” As Izuku continued to mutter about how such things could be considered a quirk, Tamakawa furrowed his brows.

“Are you referring to the old definition?” He finally interrupted.

The teen looked up with a head tilt. “Old? Do you mean it’s changed? Why would it be changed? Actually what do you think it means?”

Tamakawa blinked. “Quirks are the powers or mutations we’re born with. Like fire manipulation or a cat head.” He emphasized his last point with a wave to his face.

“You mean meta abilities?”

The officer laughed. “Meta abilities? Were you born in the twenty-first century?”

Now Izuku was more confused. “Um…yea?”

After an awkward bit of silence and repetitive questions, Tamakawa introduced Izuku to his coworker, Tsukauchi, who had a lie detector ability. And then he was asked to answer all the same questions again. Finally once the annoying questions and wide eyed looks were out of the way, Izuku got his answer for why the two were acting so weird.

Izuku was 200 years in the future.

Apparently everyone was metas now, or had quirks now. They had heroes and villains and it was normal to see people with antlers or the ability to change colors just going about their day to day.

It was also apparently unheard of for someone to be able to send someone else hundreds of years into the future. Though the lie detecting detective did admit that from what they could gather, the first quirks to appear were probably some of the strongest even if many of the records of them were wiped in the war that followed.

It was a lot to take in.

Like, it was great to know that the protests were heard and people were no longer being hunted down for being born with abilities, but it was upsetting to hear that the suffering only ended after a war was had. It was also upsetting to hear that the chances of him returning to his own time were nigh impossible.

He was going to be stuck in the future with no way back to his brothers. It was heartbreaking to realize he would break his promise to them. Even if it had only been a blink of an eye for him, it's been years for them. They were long gone.

He would never be able to make it back to them.

Or, so he thought.

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One week turned to two and three months turned to eight.

Izuku had learned a lot in that time and now only gets weird looks when he mutters to himself! It was all thanks to Naomasa, the detective who decided to take him in and insure he wasn’t on his own in this new world.

The teen was homeschooled, not only to stay out of hard to explain situations and keep up with his education, but also to learn about everything in a safe environment. He didn’t stay home all day though. For whatever reason, Naomasa didn’t trust him to stay home alone so he came with the man to the station everyday.

(“I was just grabbing a snack! How was I supposed to know a dude would try and rob the place?”

“That’s not the issue here, Izuku! You should know better then to chuck a bag of popcorn at someone who's literally on fire!”)

That’s why it was such a shock when Naomasa asked Izuku to head home without him.

It happened the other day. It seemed like everything was fine one moment then chaos the next. All the officers were scrambling to get their gear and head out seconds after one got off the phone and shouted some code. Naomasa looked panicked and barely even glanced at his ward when he told him to head straight home and that he would meet him there later.

The detective seemed stressed for the next couple of days after that and even left a text one morning to tell Izuku that he headed to the station without him. The teen felt uneasy about it but shrugged it off. Then he noticed the coffee maker.

It was still on the counter, clean and unused. Meaning that Naomasa headed to the station either without coffee or picked up something cheap on the way. Either way, that meant the man would be without a good dose of caffeine when he was already sleep deprived and overworked. So Izuku, like any good ward would do, whipped up a thermos of Noamasa’s good coffee and headed to the station.

He simply waved to some of the other officers as he headed towards his guardians office. Most were used to seeing him around enough not to question him anymore.

Once there, he moved to open the door but stopped short after cracking it open.

“...ou, I caved his face in.”

Whose that? The teen questioned in his head, brows furrowed. He didn’t recognize the voice.

“I know, but you can’t deny the facts.” Naomasa’s tired voice carried through the door. “How else would Nomu have several quirks?”

There was silence for a moment. Then a sigh.

“I just can’t believe that monster surviving. I saw his body, Naomasa. His brain matter was practically everywhere!”

“Thank you for the vivid imagery.” Another sign. “Honestly, though, I just can’t see how else you could explain this. It’s possible that All for One had a healing quirk or something that helped him survive. For all we know he used an illusion quirk on you. We were never able to figure out everything he was capable of after all.”

The more Izuku listened the more his head spun. Quirks? As in multiple? Didn’t Naomasa say everyone only had one? How could someone have more? And how did this “All for One” play into that? Better yet…

“Whose All for One?”

Instantly the two were silent as their heads snapped towards the door. Izuku stood there stiff, holding the thermos up awkwardly as he was now fully exposed in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” Naomasa asked, sounding faint.

“Enough to know there's a high probability that a man you guys believed you killed actually survived and has multiple quirks at his disposal.”

“Fuck.” Naomasa swore as he put his head in his hands. “I thought you locked the door.”

“I thought I did as well.” responded the skeleton looking dude.

This seems like a pattern . Izuku wisely didn’t say aloud.

“Wait so I was right about the quirks? There’s actually a dude out there with more than one?”

Naomasa’s head shot up. “You didn’t know?”

“Well I kinda was just guessing based on what I heard.” The teen shrugged as he shut the door behind him and locked it.

“And I confirmed it. Fuck.” The detective looked like he just aged another twenty years with how done he seemed.

“Here.” Izuku offered. “You're not yourself when you're uncaffeinated.”

“Thanks.” The man nodded then proceeded to try and drown himself in the liquid.

After a moment of silence, the skeleton cleared his throat. “May I ask who you are, young man?”

“Oh I’m Izuku Midoriya.” The teen gave a big grin as he offered his hand. “Naomasa’s secret love child.”

Said detective proceeded to choke.

“W-What?! No you are not. Izuku what?”

The teen laughed. “Sorry. New online friend. Really though, I’m Naomasa’s foster son for the time being.”

“Ah, I see.”

“And who are you?”

“Oh! I’m just a friend of Naomasa’s. Toshinori Yagi.”

“Great! Now that introductions are out of the way.” Izuku remarked as he plopped down in a seat. “Who’s One for All?”

“First of all, it’s All for One, and secondly he is none of your concern.”

“But you said he has more than one quirk. That’s so cool! I mean with all the amazing things you can do with just one quirk, imagine all the things you could do with two or three?”

“I don’t need to imagine it.” Yagi interrupted gravely. “All for One is a horrible man who has caused destruction and grief wherever he goes. I have seen for myself what one can do with several quirks in their power.”

“Oh…” The teen didn’t really know how to respond to that. It sounded like they had a history. (Though, given he thought he killed the guy, that wasn't really a surprise.)

“Anyways, like I said before, this doesn’t concern you.” Naomasa continued. “You two might come from the same century but All for One is a S ranked villain that isn’t even publicly acknowledged. Can I trust you to keep everything shared to yourself?”

“Yea. I understand. No talking about the old boogeyman with- wait. Did you say we're from the same century?”

“Shit.” Naomasa sounded resigned as he dragged a hand down his face. “I am not awake enough for this.”

“Is that why Nezu asked me if there were any rumors about someone able to take quirks in my time? Is that how All for One has so many? He can take them from others?”

“When did you talk with Nezu?” the detective asked but was mostly ignored in favor of Yagi's question.

“I’m sorry but what is this about ‘your time,’ young Midoriya?”

“Oh, I was sent from the past by someone with a time traveling quirk during a protest gone wrong, but that’s not important.” Izuku answered, ignoring the baffled look that got him as he continued, leaning closer towards Naomasa all the while. “What is important is you said All for One is from my time and you also told me once that quirks from my time were way stronger then they are now. So, theoretically, if All for One can take quirks, he might have taken a time traveling quirk.”

“No.” Naomasa cut in, seeing where the teen was going. “Nope, no, no, no. You are not going to try and track down the number one villain just to ask him to send you back to the twenty-first century.”

“But-!”

“I said no Izuku. Not only would that be stupid but also impossible. You can’t just find All for One. We spent years trying to track him down and that was with thousands of resources at our disposal. You couldn’t find him if you tried. And if you did, given if he actually is alive, you might draw attention to yourself. That is the last thing we need. No trying to track that monster down. End of story.”

“But Naomasa-!”

“End of story!”

And end of story it was. No pushing or prodding got the detective to budge. Even Nezu wasn’t much help. 

He did share more information on the man than Naomasa did though, even if it was ultimately useless. The principal told Izuku how All for One had a sickly younger brother that he gave a quirk to only for said younger brother, after some major disagreement, to use it to try and kill him. How there have been a small group in the know about All for One that have passed the knowledge they accumulated down from generation to generation in hopes of bringing the monster down.

The story only made Izuku think of his own brothers. Imagining them being in that situation. The teen could almost see it. Hi-kun getting a powerful quirk and using it to help Yo-chan. Hi-kun seeing this new power as an opportunity to change society. Ensuring no one was mean to or hurt his little brother ever again. Yo-chan seeing his big brother going too far, but is unable to stop him. It all just made Izuku upset and long to be with his little brothers.

So yea, it was the end of the story.

At first.

Cause the more the teen thought about it, the more he wanted to track down All for One. The more he wanted to risk it. The more he wanted to seek out the only other person alive who would get his references and memes and know what vine was.

The more he wanted to try and get back to Yo-chan and Hi-kun.

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Izuku groaned as he flopped back in his chair.

A month. Four weeks. 28 days. All this time and NOTHING!

The teen couldn’t find a scrap of information anywhere. No library, youtube video, or online forum had anything on a man called All for One. Sure, there’s a legend that’s dated back to the beginning of quirks of a man who could take quirks, but most speculated that it was just wishful thinking of the time or a scare tactic created to keep people in line.

He couldn’t even find mention of the words “All for One” outside of old wiki pages on the three musketeers.

It was infuriating.

Nothing he tried got him any results. Izuku even tried to get on the dark web but his computer would just crash everytime he got close. (He suspected Nezu had something to do with that.)

Izuku could feel his eyes water in frustration.

He just wanted to get back to his brothers. Back to his time. Sure, the 23rd century was great and all but it wasn’t home. The teen may not have had any friends and sure, his only blood relative that mattered was dead, but at least he had Hi-kun and Yo-chan.

He had a familiar park he would go to play in and an ice cream parlor that would let them eat in the back so they wouldn’t be harassed. He had everything he needed.

But now, almost a year after being dropped into the future, he still had an aching hole in his chest.

“Izuku.” Naomasa called, breaking the teen from his thoughts. “Pack a bag. We’re going to Hosu for a case.”

“Can’t I just stay here?” It wasn’t like he was needed for said case.

The detective deadpanned. “The last time I left you alone you found out a national secret.”

“Hey! I only found out ‘cause of you.”

“And the time before you ended up being used as a hostage during a villain attack.”

“I was just getting some fresh air. I wasn’t even that far from the station!”

“Exactly.” Naomasa stated as he turned around to leave the room. “Make sure you have enough clothes for four days.”

Izuku rolled his eyes but got up to pack anyway. This trip is going to be boring.

As Izuku stood outside the convenience store, bag resting on his arm and looking around at the chaos, he sighed.

Can’t just have one normal day, can I?

There were people running around every which way, screams echoing off buildings, and fire blazing. It kinda reminded the teen of the protest that got him here, just with less pushing.

Honestly, Izuku was a little fed up with all the villain attacks. He was already sent 200 hundred years into the future by a wayward quirk, why did he have to be involved in one villain attack or another on a semi-regular basis too?

Guess that's just how it is in a world of heroes and villains. Figures.

Just as he thought that and started to head towards Idatem, the hero agency he and Noamasa were staying at, a body slammed onto the group in front of him. Then it burst into flames.

Eyes wide Izuku froze, watching as fire completely consumed the unknown figure. He’s never seen someone killed before.

“Hey! Boy, get out of here.”

Izuku turned towards the voice only to find a tall man with his face a flame.

What is with people being on fire?!

Before he could respond aloud however, there was a screech that drew their attention back to the body from before. Only it wasn’t a body.

It was a Nomu.

Atleast, it looked like the Nomu from the photo in Noamasa’s file of the USJ incident. It had its brain exposed and dead eyes as its muscle mass increased in preparation for another attack. And if Izuku is remembering the file he snuck a peek at correctly then…

“I said go!” the man shouted, Izuku just now registering that he must actually be a hero not a villain. “I’ll take care of this guy.”

With a nod, the teen ran just as the Nomu launched its attack. Once he made it to a couple alley ways over, he began to climb.

From what he remembered from the report before Noamasa caught, then scolded him, the Nomu couldn’t think on its own. It had a master it took orders from. A master that had a connection to All for One.

Once on the roof, Izuku started frantically looking around. He hopped from building to building in hopes of finding the man behind the strings. Izuku thanked his experience escaping bullies for the skill. He would never have become quite as practiced as he was scaling buildings and fleeing across rooftops if it wasn’t for them.

Finally, after a good thirty minutes running around above the chaos, he spotted the man. Tomura Shigaraki.

He winced at the reminder. He hoped the villain was from a different Shigaraki family. It would be disappointing to see one of Hi-kun or Yo-chan’s descendants causing so much destruction.

Izuku made quick work getting down, running across the street, dodging a few scramblers, and making his way up to the roof where the villain was standing.

Just as he made it over the edge, he spotted the man.

“I believe we should be heading home soon, Tomura Shigaraki. The heroes will be done with the Nomu soon and there is a risk we will be spotted.”

And his butler (?) apparently.

Shigaraki sighed. “Fine. Guess this level’s complete for now. Kurogiri.”

The butler, Kurogiri, nodded and a swirling mass of purple appeared before the two. They started towards it and Izuku panicked.

“Wait!”

Instantly the two spun on the teen. The misty dude’s yellow eyes narrowed while Shigaraki went to scratch his neck.

“Who’s the NPC?” the villain sneered.

Izuku chose to ignore the question and instead started stepping forward as he rambled. “You're the one controlling the Nomu right? I saw your picture in the police report. I also saw that it said that you needed to give it verbal commands or else it just stands around doing nothing. So when I saw the Nomu I figured you had to be nearby. And here you are! Though how you're giving commands from so far away is still a mystery. I mean you could have made sure they had enhanced hearing or maybe you have telepathy? A simple ear piece would work too…”

Due to the mumbling, the teen didn’t notice as the pale haired villain started to get more and more agitated. Scratching at his neck to the point where it was going to bleed if he didn’t stop soon.

“Stupid NPC. Messing with my save point.” Shigaraki muttered to himself before he paused. Then a demented sort of smile started across his face.. “Guess we'll have to show the heroes what happens when you send worthless NPC’s to do party shit.”

Izuku finally stopped as he spotted the man shift and his hand started towards his face. The teen’s eyes widened with panic as he remembered exactly what the villain was capable of. Raising his hands up in surrender and backing up. “W-wait, I-i’m sorry! I got carried away. I didn’t mean to annoy you or anything.”

“Hold still brat.” he growled, his deadly fingers just inches away.

“But I-” the teen stuttered out just as his foot hit the edge of the roof.

“Shut it!”

“But I need All for One’s help!” Izuku shouted as he clenched his eyes shut and prepared for the touch that would turn him to dust.

Said touch never came though. Instead, silence filled the air. Izuku opened his eyes only to suck in another breath as only a millimeter had separated him from death.

“Did you…” Shigaraki started as he pulled his hand away a bit, tilting his head to the side. “Just say…All for One?”

“Y-yes?” Izuku asked, afraid it’d be the wrong answer. “H-he’s the one that created the Nomu right? Since he can give and take quirks? I-i just. I heard about him and how people thought he was dead but with the Nomu having multiple quirks it was possible he was still alive and then I heard he was from the 21st century, so he would be like 200 years old?, but anyway, since he’s-”

“Kurogiri!” Shigaraki interrupted.

Next thing he knew, Izuku was falling through the roof and landed hard on the floor of some dingy bar. Before he could even really look around, the two villains appeared, walking through a portal of their own.

“You.” the crusty dude stated while pointing at the teen still on the floor. “Are going to stay put till I figure out what to do with you.”

Izuku opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by a deep, incorporeal voice.

“Who are you talking to Tomura?”

The teen couldn’t help but shiver.

“Sensei!” the addressed villain exclaimed, visibly brightening, before turning back to Izuku sourly. “Just this NPC. He knew about you and your quirk, Sensei.”

There was a moment of silence as the man, who Izuku now realized was All for One himself, took the information in. The teen didn’t dare to breathe.

“I see.” He stated lowly. “Kuragiri, would you warp our guest to me? I’d like to speak with this young man face to face.”

With a slight bow from the villain made of mist, Izuku found himself once again falling.

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Izuku landed with a pained yelp before muttering a curse to himself as he rubbed at the sore spot. He didn’t even get a chance to look around before All for One spoke.

“So, what brings you here little one? I’m sure you wouldn’t have told Tomura about your knowledge of my existence for no reason.”

Though it was said casually, Izuku could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken threat. If he had wasted this man’s time for something trivial then he would be a goner.

Good thing this meeting had something more important than a silly prank at stake.

Dusting himself off as he stood, Izuku went to explain, but paused. The man before him had an imposing aura. With his obviously tall figure, despite being seated, and broad shoulders, anyone would be a bit intimidated. Izuku expected that, however, and was prepared for it. The reason he paused though was he wasn’t prepared for, well… the man had a breathing mask on. The upper half of his face was disfigured and covered in scars. No eyes or hair anywhere, just a bald head and slight indents where said eyes should be.

No wonder Yagi thought he killed this guy. Wait… how did he almost kill All for One?

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, I’ll think about it later , Izuku spoke. “I-i was told you were from the 21st century. And, well, since I, um since I am as well, I thought we should meet.”

That seemed to catch the villain's interest. “Is that so?”

“Y-yea!” Izuku exclaimed, relaxing slightly as he shared. “See, I was at this protest. It was one of the first that was fighting for meta human rights. I wanted to be a part of it since I didn’t think it was fair that they were being discriminated against for something they couldn’t control. Like discriminating against someone with autism or who’s black. It just wasn’t right.”

The more Izuku talked uninterrupted, the more he got lost in his rambling. He started to gesture with his hands and his arms were swinging around wildly. If the space wasn’t so dark and unknown to the teen, he would’ve started pacing around.

“But anyway, something went wrong and everyone started panicking. I tried to get to a less crowded area but being a teen in a sea of mostly adults, I wasn’t really able to go anywhere. Then I was shoved to the ground and everything went silent. Next thing I know, I’m apparently 200 years in the future with no way to return home.”

Finally, Izuku looked back up at the man, his scared, disfigured face not giving much away as he stayed silent. The teen didn’t mind, taking the opportunity to plead his case.

“That’s where you come in. I might not have much back in the 21st century. My mom had died not even a year before and school was its own hell, but I made a promise. I promised my little brothers that I would make it back to them and I intend to do just that. If there is any way you could send me back, I would forever be in your debt.”

With that, the teen went into a deep bow, praying that the villain would grant his request.

“Izuku.” the man called out, causing the teen to straighten in surprise.

How did he-quirks, right.

“Would you come here a moment?” All for One asked as he raised his hand to gesture Izuku closer. There seemed to be more to that request. For one, it obviously wasn’t a question in the first place but a demand. Second, All for One almost seemed…desperate? Hopeful? Weary? Whatever it was, Izuku had no plans to deny the one man who could possibly bring him home, the small request of coming closer, no matter how terrifying said action may be. So, with a deep breath, the teen came closer.

When the hand didn’t drop after the first step, Izuku took another. Then another. Then continued forward till he was finally within reach of the villain. With a slow, seemingly tentative move, All for One placed his hand atop the teen's head as if the move would change the world forever.

As soon as the hand rested within his curls, Izuku felt a bit dizzy. He was about to reach a hand up to try and clear the sudden headache but stopped when All for One chuckled.

“It really is you Izu-nii. Or I guess Izu-kun would be more appropriate now, huh?”

“What?” Izuku asked with a bit of a slur as his body became drowsy out of nowhere.

Said question was answered with a vision of himself. Or rather, someone’s memory of Izuku. Passed memories of coloring at home and walking to school. The owner of the memories becoming all too clear as Izuku watched himself give a promise he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep before giving a final wave as he walked out the door.

Then, more memories flooded in. Of the worry when the teen never came home. Comforting Yoichi after the declaration of death. The lack of funeral for “a brat I had some bitch killed for only for the little fucker to die on me too.” The blood being washed from a teens hands. Fire breath that was once being used to hurt an innocent kid on the street being taken away. The realization of what that meant for the new possessor of said power.

Izuku was overwhelmed with flashes of a group, a rebellion, being formed to fight for the rights of people who were born different. Of two brothers fighting side by side for what their older brother would have wanted.

Then he was bombarded with the memories of the fight that broke once the true cause of Tomichi Shigaraki’s death was revealed. Once the other methods used to gain power were found out. All before a vault door was being slammed in the face of an adult Yoichi’s pleading face.

The rest became a blur. An empty vault. Blood shed. Rage. Greed. Greif. It all happened so fast yet so slow. Mashed together yet clearly separated. It was a mess of 200 years all compiled into a minute.

200 years of the memories accumulated by Hisashi Shigaraki.

“At long last, you were able to fulfill your promise, Izuku.” All for One, Hi-kun, murmured as the tired teen felt himself be dragged towards a solid and warm chest.

“You were able to finally make it back…to me.”

Omake:

Hi-kun: Are you going to let me go?

Izuku: No :)

200 years later…

Izuku: Are you going to let me go?

All for One: No :)

never3kno

If Izuku didn’t meet All for One till Kamino:

All for One: And now I can finally-

Izuku: Hisashi Shigaraki! I know that you did not just destroy a city block cause you couldn’t get a stupid quirk back!

All for One: Izu-nii? What? You're alive???

All Might in the back: Wait, Hisashi Shigaraki? Isn’t that your little brother…All for One is your brother?!?

Izuku: No, you are not changing the subject, Hisashi! Did you seriously just throw a temper tantrum cause you didn’t get your way?!?! And another thing-

Sara_Shadowwyng

If Izuku got One for All:

Izuku, arms crossed as Yoichi clings to him: Well I didn’t lie about coming back,  I apparently just had to take one heck of a detour. Though I gotta ask, what in the world happened while I was gone because I’m definitely missing a lot of information and Yoichi said you locked him in a vault at one point.

All for One to stunned to speak: (o_0)

Izuku: *sigh* You know, I’m not mad…just disappointed.

Josegood

Izuku meeting Yagi from One for All’s perspective:

Yoichi: Wait a sec…is that Izu-nii?!?

Nana: Wait who??

Yoichi: Oh my kami it is!! Izuku! What are you doing here??

Second: Yoichi, you know this green haired kid??

Yoichi to Second: He’s my older brother *turns back forward* Yagi! Grab him, don’t let him out of your sight!! 

Fourth to other vestiges: I thought All for One was his older brother?

Banjo: Does that make this kid like a reborn All for One???

Yoichi, ignoring them: He will try to track down All for One if it’s the last thing he does!! Hisashi will vault him!!!!!!!

En: Guess that answers that question…

Yagi: What’s with this sudden headache??

All for One’s perspective when Tomura came back from Hosu:

All for One: Who are you talking to?

Tomura: This stupid NPC

All for One silently: Wait what? *turns on thermal vision* oh there’s a child…well, might as well talk to them :D

All for One as Izuku talks: Huh… where have I heard this voice before…wait he’s from the 21st century? He went to a protest before he was sent to the future…his mom is dead…he has two little brothers…Izuku?!?!

Original notes:

All for One: I’m Hisashi Shigaraki

Izuku: *shocked pikachu*