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Inside a dark room sat three beings of unknown power, carefully looking between each other as they prepared their latest project.
One was a rather large, plump green dinosaur who wore an expensive-looking suit, his suit jacket resting on the back of his chair. He had a jovial smile on his face, eagerly awaiting the events to come with an infectious anticipation.
The second was a sharp blade that glowed an angry bright red as he hovered ominously above his cushioned chair next to his companions. The blade's emotions were indecipherable, a consequence of having no face. Yet, he still managed to give off an aura of being mildly amused at what was to come.
The third and final being was a man cast in subtle white light, sitting with a leg crossed over the other. He was wearing stylish white armor with two half capes that emerged from the back, and two more pairs of cape-sleeve-like fabrics that surrounded most of his arms and legs that emerged from above and below the primary half capes. His face was similarly cast in white, the outline of his hair hard to make out. No mouth or nose were visible, and the eyes were a slightly darker shade of white.
“Sound systems prepped?” The blade asked.
“All set and ready to go,” the angel replied, before turning to his stout cohort. “Do you have the episodes ready, Dino?"
“Yep, all set up, formatted, and ready for viewing!” He replied jovially.
“Did we really need to make an intro?” The blade asked, a little annoyed. “It seems a bit excessive… and what kind of a name is ‘My Hero Academia’?”
“Hey, it's not my fault that the intro's there!” The dinosaur argued. “That's just how they came, same with the name. Besides, we can just skip the intro, and the name itself is pretty fitting! It does feel like something is missing, though…” The dinosaur pondered, scratching his chin.
The sword looked at the dinosaur in disbelief.
“Is it the people?” He asked, his lack of an expression not hiding its deadpan.
The dinosaur nervously chuckled at the sword's question, as the angel fought back a laugh.
“Well, I guess we should get everyone here. We have the list, right?” The dinosaur asked.
“I have it,” the angel said, quickly giving it a look over. “1-B, their homeroom teacher, a few notable guests, and of course, the star attraction of our little show!”
“I wonder how this will go over…” The dinosaur pondered, before getting smacked by the blade’s hilt.
“Don't get all whimsical!” He scolded. “You've got the hardest one to convince!”
With an irritated grunt from the dinosaur and an amused laugh from the angel, the three beings disappeared into thin air, setting out to complete their mission.
[X]
“That's a load of shit and you know it!” Kamakiri shouted, in utter disbelief. “There is no way that Star and Stripes could beat All Might!”
“Now, I'm saying now!” Pony argued back, her hands clutching the straps of her backpack. “He's all retired and boney! She'd beat him so easily!”
“Yeah, that's as fair an argument as saying Kan-sensei could wrestle a guy fresh out of chemo,” Kamakiri argued, rolling his eyes, glancing at the blue sky and trees that hung over the four of them on their way back from the library, their dorms just ahead. “It’s not a fair fuckin' fight!”
“Lots of swears from you today, Kamakiri! Is it because Shiozaki isn't around?” Tokage teased from Kamakiri’s left. “What if she were around, though? You'd ruin your squeaky-clean reputation! She'd definitely have to punish you for that…”
Kamakiri glared at Tokage, who simply continued to snicker at her friend's expense. However, before Kamakiri could say anything, Pony spoke from his right as they started up the stairs to their dorms.
“Oh, oh, Kosei said that Ibara said that ‘chastity loves company’! I'm sure that will help you, Togaru!” She said enthusiastically, not at all understanding what she was talking about.
Tokage nearly fell to the ground in tears as she gasped in a fit of laughter, having to clutch one of the dormitory’s doric support pillars to keep herself from hitting the floor. Monoma snickered quietly as he walked in front, while Kamakiri turned bright red.
“I-I don't know what you two are laughing at! It's not like you two have the guts to ask out your crushes anyway!” he barked defensively.
Pony, in an instant, turned even more red than Kamakiri was. Tokage's face remained unchanged, as she continued to laugh at Kamakiri anyway. Monoma had a weird feeling in his chest when Pony's crush was mentioned, but that feeling was soon on hold as he took out his keys for the front door of their dorms.
“Seriously, Shark Teeth, the fuck are you laughing about? At least Applejack’s got a chance with hers, dense as he is,” Kamakiri grunted, shooting a not-so subtle glance towards Monoma, who was facing the door. “Meanwhile, yours is on some dork from the other class that you literally haven't talked to.”
“I told you, it’s not a crush,” Tokage said with an eyeroll, her humored mannerisms replaced with annoyance. “I’m just curious about him, that's all!”
"Then why do you mention him every few days!?" Kamakiri shot back.
“Would you rather I talk about how much you want to feel Shiozaki’s vines without your blades?” Tokage asked ‘innocently,’ a devious smirk on her face.
Pony, suddenly brought out of her embarrassment, giggled at her friend's flushed face. Monoma rolled his eyes and opened the door for his friends, who piled in as Tokage smirked up at Kamakiri in victory.
“Don’t give me that, Applejack!” Kamakiri countered. “At least my crush isn’t-!”
“STOP GETTING BLUE SHELLS!”
Kamakiri was abruptly interrupted by Kaibara shouting at Tsuburaba. The four turned to see the Common Sense Kings playing Mario Kart together on the couch, oblivious to their classmates returning.
“Never!” Tsuburaba countered.
Kaibara's rage soon turned to Awase, as his character tumbled again.
“STOP FIRING RED SHELLS AT ME!”
“...As I was saying,” Kamakiri continued before making his way to the kitchen, his voice more relaxed, “at least my crush isn’t completely blind.”
Monoma paused to think if he knew anyone who was blind as Pony sputtered in embarrassed indignation.
“A-at least I can talk to mine!” She countered as she dropped her backpack off by the front door. “Setsuna hasn’t talked to hers since the Sports Festival!”
“I do not have a crush on him!” Tokage repeated as she followed Kamakiri towards the kitchen.
“You did fall apart in front of him,” Monoma noted as he fell in step with the other three.
“And he didn’t even notice,” Kamakiri added as he reached into a cabinet to grab his container of pretzel rods.
“How was I supposed to know he was on his way to fight the fucking Yakuza!?” She shouted defensively.
“Why do you care so much about some guy who was high off his ass on pain-meds?” Kamakiri questioned. “He talked to you once and you acted like he was the best thing ever!”
“He thought [Lizard Tail Splitter] was awesome, and didn't try to cut me up when he first learned about it!” Tokage fired back.
“That doesn't change the fact that you're a fuckin' simp,” Kamakiri said, shaking his head.
“I already told you, I’m just curious, and you're one to talk! You saw Shiozaki in a tank top once and couldn’t speak for an hour!”
“Oh! You were like a fish!” Pony helpfully added before her and Monoma mimed a gaping fish in unison.
Tokage and Kamakiri dropped their argument to turn to the two with deadpan expressions. After a moment, they turned back to each other.
“Who has the most hopeless crush, us or the blonde guppies?” Kamakiri asked.
“The guppies,” Tokage answered without hesitation, “and it’s not a crush, I've already told you!”
“Y-Yeah it is!” Pony stammered, trying to deflect, not noticing Monoma’s look of confusion out of the corner of her eye. “You wouldn't talk about him all the time if it wasn't!”
“AGAIN? ARE YOU KIDDING ME, AWASE!?” Kaibara snarled, his grip on the controller growing stronger.
“Sorry, man! You were in the way!” Awase faux-apologized.
“I don’t have a crush, and it’s not like I've had good opportunities to talk to him since!” Tokage explained, growing more irritable by the second. “I already told you, I’m curious about him! Even if I did have feelings for him, which I don’t, Monoma always scares 1-A away, so I wouldn't even have a fighting chance!”
To this accusation, Monoma simply smiled.
“Perhaps, if you stop teasing Pony about her crush, I might consider laying off of my disdain for that class filled with idiots… if only for your feelings for Midoriya,” he teased slyly.
“Hardy har har,” Tokage groaned, “can we talk about something else? The new Godzillo movie looks pretty cool, can we talk about that instead?”
“RIN, I SWEAR TO GOD! RIGHT OUT OF HITSTUN? REALLY!?”
Kaibara was promptly hit in the back of the head with a vine, whose user's appearance promptly made Kamakiri clam up and go silent.
“No blasphemies, please!” Shiozaki sternly declared as she walked into the living room of the dorms behind Kendo and Shoda, and in front of several more students.
“Hey, what’s all this, are we having a movie night or something?” Tokage asked, her curiosity at the sudden crowd piquing.
“Kan-sensei wants to talk to us about something,” Kendo answered shortly.
“Did he say what it was about?” Monoma asked, a slight hint of concern in his voice. Kendo never usually spoke like that unless something was off. She shook her head in response.
“I wasn't told, neither was Shoda. Maybe it has something to do with the Work Studies being put on pause, or the Joint Training with 1-A we're doing next week.”
She turned her attention to the four boys playing Mario Kart on the couch, a stern look in her eyes.
"Pause your game, he should be here soon.”
Kaibara grumbled but obeyed, leaving Mario Kart frozen in the pause menu, the background filled with cows. Awase quickly grabbed Kaibara's controller, pressing both triggers without him noticing. Tsuburaba snickered at the griefing, while Rin rolled his eyes.
Almost as soon as Kendo finished talking, the door to the dorms opened, which grabbed the attention of the entire room.
“You're right, All… Might…”
1-B could only stare at the new arrivals. Tokage gave Kamakiri and Pony a look, hoping it would intimidate them from saying anything. Halfway through the doorway was Midoriya and Yagi, staring back at them in surprise.
“Uhh…” Midoriya started, eyes darting from student to student in confusion, “why are you in my dorms?”
Kuroiro, seeing a chance for mischief, stepped forward.
“‘Your dorms?’ I fear you are mistaken. You have walked into our dorms, Bone Breaker!” He exclaimed grandly, the eye-rolls from some of his classmates going unnoticed as he gestured to Yagi. “It seems your sense of direction has even cast the ‘Undisputed Best Hero of All Time’ into our abode!”
“W-what? B-But I-I… I swear I just saw Kaminari through the window talking to Todoroki about toaster ovens,” Midoriya stammered, still thinking this was some sort of practical joke.
How the fuck can someone tell what someone's talking about through a window...? Kamakiri thought to himself.
“Lost and delusional! The Bone Breaker has broken his mind too!” Kuroiro exclaimed before he laughed.
Komori giggled at Kuroiro’s bold and brash nature, as Yagi looked at his successor, eyes laced with concern.
“Are you okay, young Midoriya? Do you need to lie down?”
Midoriya looked up at Yagi briefly, before looking down again, almost unsure.
“I-I’m fine, All Might. I think we should go,” he said unsteadily, looking at his hand in confusion, “sorry for the trouble, 1-B…”
Midoriya and Yagi turned to the door, ready to make their exit, Tokage deflating somewhat as they walked away. However, before they could make it to the door, two figures walked in.
“Are you sure you can trust Ectoplasm with your dog? You know he doesn’t like pets.”
“Better him than Yamada or Aizawa. I usually leave him with Kayama if you're not around, but…”
Kan trailed off, as he and Inui stepped into the 1-B dorms, only to be taken aback by the inclusion of Midoriya and All Might in his class’s dorms.
“Are they related to the issue you wanted to see me and Inui about, Kendo?”
The class representative furrowed her brow.
“‘Issue?’ I didn’t text you about any issue. You texted me that you wanted to see us.”
Kan’s expression mirrored Kendo’s.
“What? You sent me a message that I should head over with Inui as soon as I was available,” he said. “I thought there might have been a mental health emergency.”
“My, my! I got the same message, though it was from Kan!”
The room turned to find Nezu standing at the doorway, hands behind his back, his signature, almost unnerving smile plastered across his face.
"That's not possible, sir. I've had my phone on me all day,” Kan revealed. “I don’t remember sending that to anyone, and it also doesn’t explain the message I got from Kendo either.”
“Could it be a prank?” Shoda questioned nervously.
“It’s not likely,” Nezu said, unintentionally causing a feeling of unease to fall upon the students and teachers, “and seeing how my phone is part of a closed system, and that only Maijima and his students have a chance at deciphering my firewalls, it appears that this is either an elaborate prank, or a very undesirable situation!”
That didn't bode well, and now the uneasy feelings morphed into anxious chatter.
“This must be a trap,” Inui growled, ready to defend the students, “and if it is, how could intruders get past the U.A barrier!?”
At that declaration, the room's air grew cold, and its atmosphere grew thick. The students and teachers readied themselves for a fight at this disturbance.
Midoriya, almost on instinct, charged up [OFA] in an instant. The rest of the students followed suit, readying their own quirks. They had licenses now, they were going to raise hell with anyone who tried anything.
Unfortunately for them, Kan stopped them.
“None of you will be getting involved!” He shouted as he pointed to the door. “You all are going to make for 1-A’s dorms immediately and call for reinforcements! Honenuki, call Ishiyama at once, and let him know-!”
“Setsuna, what have I told you about leaving your plushies in my office?”
Kan was interrupted by Shuzenji walking through the door, carrying a small bipedal green dinosaur doll. Tokage's head turned on a swivel towards the door, her eyes narrowing in suspicion at the cartoonish green dinosaur doll in her great aunt’s hands. Her eyes widened in alarm when she didn't recognize it.
“That’s not my plushie! It’s an intruder or something planted by one! They even hacked Nezu’s phone!” She exclaimed frantically.
Immediately, Shuzenji threw the plushie at Kan, who promptly made a sword of blood and swung in an attempt to bisect the unknown object. The swing was clean, but it didn't open the stitching.
“In all fairness, that's a reasonable reaction, considering the circumstances.”
The entire room went silent. Everyone wore looks of confusion, fear, or in Nezu's case, curiosity.
“That flaming sword has done more damage to my scales on game nights, though I do have to say, [Blood Control] is quite powerful, almost did a number on me there!”
The entire room of people was now on alert. Midoriya immediately jumped, [OFA] pumping in his veins, landing a powerful kick on the intruder. Somehow, the doll didn't budge, instead forming into a giant dinosaur-like man in an expensive-looking suit, giving Midoriya a smile that bordered on dangerous.
“You might want to be careful next time! You could've seriously hurt yourself, Midoriya!”
Midoriya, meanwhile, looked disturbed for a number of reasons. For one, this intruder had a shapeshifting quirk of some kind; for another, he knew his name; and lastly, he took a hit from [OFA] without breaking a sweat.
“Oh, my apologies, I'm an intruder, aren't I?” The dinosaur asked, almost as if it were a casual outing. “In all fairness, I do hope you'll all hear us out before you go on the attack.”
If Tokage wasn't on high alert right now, she'd already have 20 questions about the dinosaur spilling out of her mouth. Unfortunately, there was a more pressing matter at hand. Because not only had this dinosaur just randomly appeared in their dorm, it had tanked a hit from Midoriya, who was easily the strongest kid in their year in terms of strength. The rest of 1-B all shared looks that ranged from anxious to completely terrified.
“Students, leave now!” Yagi boomed, taking a fighting stance, despite his physical condition. “We'll handle this assailant!”
No sooner did Yagi yell those words did every member of 1-B, and Midoriya being dragged along backwards by a floating hand, run towards the stairs of the dorms in varying states of pure panic.
Kan and Inui covered their escape by jumping in to fight the dinosaur, a blade of blood shoulder to shoulder with a left jab. The blows struck the dinosaur, true, but proved to be ineffective against the creature’s scales. The dinosaur merely turned his gaze to where the students were heading, seemingly nervous as they went up the stairs as the smile was replaced with resignation.
“Oh, that won't be good, they’re heading towards him,” the dinosaur sighed, the teachers were now even more alarmed as they took a step back, ready to launch another attack.
“‘Him?’ Who is ‘him’?” Inui asked, his previous growls turning into a furious snarl.
“He's not dangerous,” the dinosaur reassured, “but he’s just a bit… intimidating at times.”
As the students rushed up the stairs to escape through the windows, they soon noticed that the heat was steadily increasing and the distant sound of bells could be heard as they got closer to the second floor. The students near the front of the group, Komori and Fukidashi, noticed it first.
“Is it just me, or is it shroomper hot up here?” Komori asked.
“Could it be another villain, like Dabi?” Awase asked, remembering the fire from the Training Camp feeling pretty similar to the sudden heat he was feeling right now.
“Are you seriously comparing me to that burnt pile of spiteful ash?”
The students looked around in horror, finding they weren't at all alone.
“I'm no villain,” the voice continued, sounding both offended and bored by the notion, “and even if I were, I would be much better than the so-called ‘League of Villains.’”
The students, at first, couldn't find the source of the voice. They were slightly confused when Kodai pointed to the ceiling, until they saw what she was pointing at. They all looked up to find that the source of the voice was a floating, glowing sword, who loomed over the students with a menacing aura.
Seeing that he now had the students' undivided attention, the sword continued.
“Greetings, mortals. My friends and I have come from our place of being to discuss a matter of great importance, not only with you, but your teachers as well. So, if you would head back down the stairs in an orderly fashion, that would be much appreciated. If you refuse, I will have no choice but to use-”
In an instant, Komori and Fukidashi used their quirks. With Fukidashi generating rain to support the mushrooms Komori was throwing out. Rin and Bondo, the students behind them, fired scales and glue respectively to aid in subduing this intruder.
However their efforts were for naught, as their attacks were easily countered by a pulsating ring of fire emitting from the sword. The students were pushed back but were caught by their classmates.
“Really? Is that the best you can do? I've seen better from complete amateurs,” the sword droned as it hovered as still as before.
With a roar and shout, Shishida and Kendo jumped up from behind their classmates to try and strike the sword while he was distracted. However, they were once again blasted back by another wave of fire.
“I would suggest listening to what my friends and I have to say, or else things may get… complicated.”
The students, in their own fear, simply ran back downstairs. With the sword watching them from the top of the staircase, tutting to himself.
Inui broke away from the dinosaur and jumped onto the staircase to try and ward the sword away from the students. However the sword simply stayed put near the top of the stairs.
Just when the students had reached the foot of the stairs, the front door slammed shut, and the lights inside flickered as the light coming in from outside the windows slowly darkened to black.
“It appears it’s time to make my grand entrance!”
As the lights continued to flicker, the image on the TV screen began to warp and twist, removing the four racers from sight. The background shifted next, the gentle pastures with cows warping into the visage of a cloudy sky with giant beanstalks, then a beautiful rainbow in the sky, before finally settling on a fiery castle that looked straight out of hell.
From the far reaches of the frozen screen that depicted a race track surrounded on lava on both sides, a figure in white slowly approached the screen, starting off as a bunch of white pixels before growing in size.
“You’ve already met my acquaintances and co-hosts, and now you get to see the third member of this tremendous trio! I hope you don’t mind my visage; it’s so much less than what it used to be. Losing function of your wings is not an experience I would recommend.”
Shiozaki’s eyes widened before they narrowed in concentration, her hair spreading out in anticipation as the figure in the screen took a step out of the screen, warping perception with every frame.
The white figure emerged, long sleeves swaying slightly as he ducked to exit the screen, his right hand gripping the top of the screen to steady himself, twin half-cape tails trailing behind him, hitting the bottom of the screen. As he left, the room began to brighten once more, but the light outside the room continued to be black.
“Now, you must be wondering,” the figure began mirthfully as he stopped to address the students properly, right hand out to exaggerate his introduction, “who is this illustrious trio that has brought you all here today? To answer your question-”
“They’re demons! This one is a fallen angel!” Shiozaki shouted, launching vines at the heretic's arrival, completely ruining his dramatic entrance in the process.
“WAIT, NO-!”
Before the vines could even get close to the angel, who threw his hands in front of him defensively, the sword flew in, slicing through them in the blink of an eye.
Shiozaki flinched back, but remained determined to destroy the fallen angel and his demonic companions. She began to build up her vines for another attack.
The angel and the sword also prepared to defend from another assault, but were stopped before they could do anything.
“Alright, you two, enough terrorizing these children,” the dinosaur said to his comrades, his scolding look piercing through them. “Perhaps we should actually explain why we're here.”
“I had planned on doing so,” the angel grumbled before pointing indignantly towards Shiozaki, “but she interrupted me! Rudely, if I may add!”
“You literally came out of a TV, the background littered with a wall of fire,” the dinosaur deadpanned, before sighing. “You take your role much too far sometimes…”
“But humans like fire… It is the bedrock of their civilization along with self loathing and hatred. Why would they not like him?” The sword questioned, confused at the dinosaur’s logic.
“That’s not even… why do I even bother,” the dinosaur bemoaned, dragging a clawed hand across his face, before his jovial smile returned. “I’m sorry for my friends here, they are quite…eccentric! Yes, eccentric, that’s the word.”
At this point the teachers had lined up protectively in front of their students, ready to protect them from the three intruders. The dinosaur quickly realized that he hadn't alleviated the tension in the way he had hoped to.
“We really have scared these poor people witless, haven't we? I should've guessed that mortals wouldn't have taken well to our entrance…” The dinosaur thought aloud.
“It's your fault, you're the one who thought it'd be a fun idea to masquerade as a doll,” the sword grumbled, as the angel stepped forward.
“Now, heroes and heroes in training, I’m sure that you’re all quite alarmed and on edge about our sudden and uninvited appearance-”
“Yeah, no shit,” Kamakiri growled. Shiozaki gave him a brief disapproving glance, but said nothing, still agitated by the appearance of the heretic.
“There is, however, a reasonable explanation for all of this, if you'd care to let us explain!” He suddenly gestured to an area behind the students and teachers. “Why don't you all take a seat in the lovely theater I've created for you?”
“What do you mean theater…?”
The crowd of students and teachers were confused, until they turned around, where their mouths dropped to the floor. Behind where they were standing, somehow, were rows upon rows of seats reminiscent of a movie theater’s. As they all stood there, still befuddled, the angel spoke again.
"Firstly, we must make our allegiance clear: we are not villains, not even close to it. However, we aren't exactly heroes either. We are… diagonally above all of you, if you excuse my lack of detail. We do have an agenda, and that is to inform all of you of the hidden story surrounding one Izuku Midoriya-”
“Wait, what!?” The 1-A student sputtered in alarm.
“-and let you make the correct choice from there,” the angel finished, completely ignoring Midoriya's pure panic.
“Why Midoriya?” Kaibara asked pointedly. “What makes him so special?”
“All in good time, Kaibara,” the angel replied, waving the question off with a flourish of his hand. “Everything shall be revealed if you stay and watch our entertainment experience.”
“Why should we listen to a bunch of insane lunatics like you!?” Kan growled.
“Mainly because it would benefit you and your allies. This entertainment experience will show not just Izuku Midoriya’s journey, but also the plots and schemes of his enemies,” the angel explained, as many of the students still remained puzzled.
Nezu, on the other hand, quickly realized what the trio were proposing. This ‘entertainment experience’ would likely give them information they could use to track down the League of Villains and stop All For One’s protege, true… but it would also come at a cost. This ‘entertainment experience’ would also likely mean revealing the truth of [OFA] to Kan, Inui, and 1-B. Even still, if they could get any information to stop All For One...
“Very well. We shall participate in this ‘entertainment experience’ of yours,” Nezu said definitively.
“WHAT!?” Kan and Inui roared simultaneously, confused and outraged at Nezu’s decision.
“But, sir!” Yagi shouted. “How can we trust these invaders? We’ve already had too many incidents this year alone!”
“Not to mention the amount of time will have passed by the time we’re done with this,” Shuzenji added in open skepticism. “If it goes on for too long, we’ll be declared missing.”
“Worry not about time. Your world was frozen the moment you entered the dorms, Recovery Girl,” the angel tried to soothe, though his tone didn't indicate any emotional sincerity, only barely restrained perverse joy heard in the smile that was not there. “In fact, why don’t you see for yourself?”
With a flick of his fingers, the theater doors opened to reveal the common room of the 1-A dorms. Everyone was frozen in the middle of their actions, not moving an inch, including Kaminari and Todoroki, with the former gripping the toaster oven in both hands, mid deep breath, as the latter watched on with slight interest.
Could they have some kind of time manipulation quirk? Both Midoriya and Monoma questioned simultaneously.
What are they doing to that toaster oven? 1-B thought as the doors closed to the frozen scene.
“You also don’t have to worry about food either,” the dinosaur said reassuringly. “We’ve got you covered, after all, we can make anything we want! For example-!”
With that proclamation, the dinosaur immediately created a wedding gazebo out of thin air right above Tokage and Midoriya, which startled both students greatly.
These casual displays of power shocked the students and teachers, as while their sudden appearance in a theater could be attributed to a teleportation quirk, this was different. The abilities these three had went beyond quirks, both in power and scale.
The dinosaur clapped his hands together, as he smiled, drawing everyone’s attention towards him. While he did so, the sword and angel quickly disposed of the gazebo in a flash of fire and white light with a wave of itself and a hand, respectively.
“If that is all, let us introduce ourselves! You can call me Dinosaur. Dino is also fine, it doesn't matter to me,” he said, his smile not dropping.
The blade rumbled to draw attention to himself.
“You may call me Blade, Flame, or Sword. It matters not what you call me, for I know who you address,” he said quickly, his tone not changing in the slightest, as the final figure stepped forward with great flourish.
“You may call me ‘Angel,’ or if you’re Shiozaki, you may call me ‘Fallen Angel,’ ‘Fallen,’ or ‘False,’ though my origin was not holy nor was I an angelic creature nor a demon. I am simply myself.”
Suddenly, Angel took another half step forward and cast his right arm and hand up, primed to snap, his left arm behind his back.
“Now, get in your seats!”
With a flashy snap of Angel’s fingers, the audience was seated.
The front row consisted of Kurorio, Komori, Bondo, Fukidashi, and Yanagi. Kuroiro, though he wouldn't say or show it, was overjoyed to be next to Komori. She too could hardly contain her excitement. For Bondo, it was nice to have Fukidashi and Yanagi on one side. However, Komori and Kuroiro would be torture. Meanwhile, Yanagi was already intrigued on how Fukidashi would eat popcorn.
The second row had Kamakiri, Tokage, Midoriya, Monoma, and Pony. Pony was very pleased to be sitting next to Monoma, for what Kamakiri would call ‘obvious reasons.’ Monoma, too, was pleased at this seating as he got to sit with his friends, although he did question why he felt so elated at sitting right next to Pony in a theater. He was also confused for a moment as to why Midoriya was sitting with them, until he saw Tokage, and chuckled ruefully to himself.
Midoriya was quite nervous, as he expected he would sit with Yagi. He was sitting with people he didn't really know, and the one that he did know well enough wasn't exactly pleasant towards him. He was so lost in thought about why he was seated with them that he didn't even notice Tokage, who seemed slightly excited.
Kamakiri, meanwhile, lamented his seating arrangements.
Of course I’m fifth wheeling, he thought bitterly, at least it will be entertaining to see them stumble around like headless chickens.
Awase, Rin, Honenuki, Kaibara, and Tsuburaba were more than comfortable in their row, though they looked at the seats below them with some amusement.
Shishida, Shoda, Kodai, Kendo, and Tetsutetsu also enjoyed their seating arrangements. Shiozaki, who was sitting between Shishida and Shoda, however, was not enjoying anything crafted by the ‘Demons’ who kidnapped her and her classmates. Kodai and Shoda blushed at how close the seats were too. They had already almost accidentally held hands when putting their arms on their shared armrest. Kendo had to stifle back a laugh at that.
The teachers were not so enthusiastic about their seats near the back of the theater. They had hoped to be near the students to protect them from the potential danger of the three enigmatic Entities that had brought them here in the first place.
Said Entities were grouped up near the front left of the theater. They soon came down to the very front of the theater to address their captives audience about what was to happen next.
“Now, before we begin, any questions from the audience?” Angel asked.
“Can we pick our seats?” Fukidashi asked.
“I guess you could move, but do you want to?” Angel answered. Fukidashi gave one look between Bondo and Yanagi, and happily subsided.
“W-why are we watching my life?” Midoriya asked nervously. In truth, he felt like a fish out of water. He only knew four people from Class B, that being Monoma, who insulted his class for fun, Kendo, who seemed nice and cool, Tetsutetsu, who was a lot like Kirishima, and Tokage, who he vaguely remembered from somewhere… he couldn't remember exactly where, though.
“Because, your life is the most interesting and relevant to this world,” Blade droned, “and, despite what you may believe, All Might’s life is fairly boring, and too long to cover in an episodic format.”
“Hey!” Yagi shouted indignantly.
“I voted for a sidebar about Sixth, but that guy was hard to get information on,” Angel admitted. “His coffee is lethal though. That is a testament in of itself.”
“Does that coffee even exist in this timeline, Angel?" Blade questioned.
“That’s a good point. That’s Timeline B, and these students are from Timeline R, right? Though come to think of it, Midoriya and 1-A’s events rarely change from timeline to timeline.”
“Yes, indeed. They are largely static in the many timelines, barring Timeline K, that one is… interesting,” Dinosaur chuckled knowingly.
“One would think that the multiverse is running out of ideas for them with all the repetition,” Blade grumbled. “I question how many times must we see this same gaggle of children struggle over and over again.”
The rest of the viewing party, meanwhile, looked on in bewilderment. Multiple Timelines? A Multiverse? Running out of ideas? It was all a lot for anyone to even attempt to take in.
“So, why exactly are we watching Midoriya's story specifically? I don't know what you intend for us to gain from this,” Monoma asked, looking at Midoriya with confused suspicion. “Wouldn't it be more beneficial for Class A to watch this?”
The trio stared at Monoma, their glares piercing.
“Class 1-A, for the most part, is at fault for many of the issues at hand, especially one particular member of the class…” Dinosaur said darkly.
The teachers raised an eyebrow at this, and the rest of the students were also confused. Midoriya, however, knew exactly who they meant.
“As much as reversing the roles would be fun,” Angel began, almost bitterly, “circumstance and the role Midoriya plays, out-perform almost any collection of students, teachers, and heroes in this universe. Even the Top 10, outside of All Might, are mere side characters compared to Midoriya.”
The room grew silent at that. The weight of those words hung in the air, and 1-B turned slowly to Midoriya in hesitant and disbelieving surprise. This caused Midoriya to flinch back, desperately trying to avoid the questioning glances thrown his way.
The annoyed huff of Shuzenji broke the silence.
“I take it that [OFA] will be shown, then?”
“Shuzenji-!”
The collective confusion among 1-B, Kan, and Inui was well felt, and Yagi and Midoriya's sudden shouts in alarm made the others that were unaware of [OFA] even more confused.
“Yes. [OFA] and its history will be told in this entertainment experience,” Blade said in a monotone voice, “do you oppose this decision?”
“Yes-”
“Do we have a choice?” Nezu asked, not a hint of apprehension in his voice, his smile still ever-present.
“On whether or not [OFA] is revealed? No,” Blade said slowly, “but you do, however, have a choice in how it is revealed. You can tell 1-B and the other teachers now, or wait until it is revealed in the entertainment experience. Those are your two options.”
“I recommend the entertainment experience,” Angel suggested, proudly and unhelpfully, “we do allow for some short pauses after particularly important scenes and larger breaks between predetermined lengths of time.”
“They'll need that five minutes into episode one, considering what that fateful day started with…” Dinosaur muttered, before being quickly hushed.
Midoriya froze upon hearing that. If this was the whole story about how he got [OFA]...
“Must you spoil everything right now!? It would ruin the whole point of this entertainment experience!”
Blade's indignance made Angel sigh, so he decided to get everything else out of the way.
“Are there any more questions?” He asked.
“How does the sword guy talk?” Tsuburaba asked plainly.
“Why do humans talk?” Blade countered.
“How do you fly?” Pony questioned.
“I do not fly. I hover.”
“How hot can you make your fire?” Fukidashi inquired.
“Hot enough to melt you,” Blade answered, starting to grow a bit more agitated by the asinine questions of the teens.
“Why are you so perturbed?” Yanagi asked, her verbosity annoying Blade.
“Because, all of your questions are boring and mundane. Now if we would move-”
“What type of sword are you?” Kamakiri interrupted bluntly, “I’ve never seen a sword like you before.”
“And you never shall again after this entertainment experience. I am one of a kind and do not take kindly to your questions. My green friend, on the other hand, loves to answer questions,” he said, pointing his hilt at Dinosaur.
Tokage’s hand went up so fast that it almost hit Midoriya in the face.
“Ah,” the Dinosaur said, clapping his hands together, “I'm afraid we've been wasting time. I think it's time to start the show already, wouldn't you agree, gentlemen?”
The other two Entities nodded, and Tokage's hand fell to her lap, dejected. If she was being kept in the dark on other stuff, at least they could answer a few questions about the dinosaur and his species. She was owed that much, surely.
“Alright, now, everyone, be quiet and enjoy the feature presentation. Snacks and drinks are available, should you need them!”
“Finally, let’s start this!” Angel shouted excitedly, before jumping into the air and landing in a magically appearing hot tub, splashing water over the surrounding theater floor.
“Really, Angel…?” Blade deadpanned as Dinosaur shook his head.
“What? Oh, come on!” The white figure groaned, throwing his head back. “It's tasteful!”
“No, it is not. You already had your one opportunity to promote your own timeline in this chapter, not even five minutes ago when we introduced them to the concept.”
“What is with all the talks about alternate timelines and chapters?” Tetsutetsu whispered to Kendo, who just shrugged in response. Truthfully, the whole audience was super confused as to what these three Entities meant or wanted with them, especially the teachers. Unfortunately, they couldn't dwell on that now, that would be a discussion for later.
Dinosaur rolled his eyes, before turning back to the bewildered audience once more, remembering something.
"Oh, and, Pony, the captions will be in English for you, in case you can't follow along with the dialogue itself," he explained in English, trying to ignore the antics of his two cohorts. Pony nodded, likely out of appreciation, as Dinosaur clicked a button on a remote.
Immediately, the first episode began to play, and the entire viewing audience already felt themselves immersed.
The three hosts, meanwhile, were waiting in their own anticipation. These mere mortals had no idea what they were getting themselves into.