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Finally, classes started. You were on the verge of losing your mind, but it didn’t happen. You met your students—nothing out of this world, except that on the first day, you gave Bakugo a report for belittling Izuku.
You carried out your patrols, had something to keep you entertained, and things were peaceful. There was barely any dirty work. As for the bird boy who’s caught your attention these past few months... Well, long story short, he’s been flirting with you. You told him to stop, but he didn’t listen, so you let it be—not like you disliked it. It gave you attention you didn’t know you needed.
It was kind of funny how he followed you around like a puppy. And let’s be honest, you flirted back a couple of times too. It was cute seeing him blush and get all flustered, but in the end, you were always the one left nervous. Every time he said something, you felt your whole face heat up, even if your expression stayed neutral. Or, in most cases, you had your mask on.
You were on patrol while an ice clone handled your work at home when your phone rang—a villain causing trouble. You rushed to the scene and got there in under a minute.
The villain had three hostages, all unconscious and looking pale. You figured it was his Quirk, so you spoke up.
"Let them go. Now."
The villain just laughed and shook his head.
"I won’t release them. Soon, everyone will be under my control. You can’t defeat me."
His voice was as grating as his face. You sighed—you’d heard that speech a million times.
"Stop being a pain in the ass and just let them go."
You crossed your arms, but the villain just growled. Then he reached for another civilian, and that’s when he used his Quirk.
He started pulling the civilian’s mind out—literally. Well, not the brain, but their mind. You acted before he could finish. The civilian collapsed, and you lunged at the villain, but he grabbed another hostage. In your attempt to save them, you threw yourself forward, but he hit you instead.
You hit the ground and felt your body splitting. Another head, identical to yours, emerged from your own. Another body separated from yours until they split completely. Both of you got a splitting headache. When you looked at her, you realized she was you—except in black and white. Her eyes were black with white pupils, and she wore a dress straight out of the '50s.
Everyone froze. Your body felt weak. She stood up, smiled, and waved at you. Confused, you waved back. The villain looked just as lost. You couldn’t stand, but you managed to bind him with ice restraints before your vision blurred.
Before you could say anything, you passed out. A flash of red feathers appeared, cushioning your head before it hit the ground. The last thing you saw was your other self—with an expression of surprise and curiosity—leaning over you.
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When you woke up, you were in the hospital. Thankfully, there were no IVs hooked up to you—those things freaked you out. The first thing you saw was your other self.
"Finally awake, sleepyhead? Wake uuuup!"
She said it with a big grin, shaking you. You shoved her aside and sat up, glaring at her—and then at Hawks, who stood next to her. You looked back and forth between them.
"What the hell are you?"
Those were your first words.
She laughed, and you noticed Hawks just watching silently.
"I’m you. And you’re me. Simple as that."
"No way. You’re the opposite of me," you muttered, trying to stand but still feeling weak.
"Correction: I’m everything you want to be. I’m your subconscious."
You turned to Hawks, waiting for him to speak. He stepped closer.
"She’s right. Cryzalcoátl came from you, so she is you—just a different version."
You scowled.
"Hold on, I don’t even know who she is, and you’re telling me she’s me? That’s ridiculous."
Your other self mirrored your scowl.
"I am you. Or do I need to spill your secrets?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Go ahead. You don’t know anything about me."
"When you were 11, you punched your—"
You cut her off.
"Okay, shut up. Let’s get out of here. We still have patrol."
You tried to stand but nearly collapsed. Hawks caught you before you hit the floor.
"That’s the thing—no patrols until we fix this. Just teaching," your other self said, still grinning in a way that made your blood boil.
You rolled your eyes and glanced at Hawks. He was serious but calm—weird for him. You turned back to your double.
"Leave. Let me talk to him."
"I can’t. I already tried. It’s like there’s a barrier keeping us from separating."
"Great. Now I have to deal with this damn birdbrain and her," you muttered—then clapped a hand over your mouth when you realized you’d said it out loud.
Hawks smirked.
"Didn’t think you saw me as a 'birdbrain.'"
"No, wait—it’s just a nickname. I wasn’t supposed to say that."
"That’s another thing," your other self chimed in. "Since I’m your mind and you got yanked out of your brain, you’re stuck saying everything you think. Same as me."
"Couldn’t you have led with that?" you snapped, sitting back down and covering your face. "That bastard villain doesn’t know how to fix this?"
Hawks shook his head.
"We interrogated him. He doesn’t know. It’s the first time this has happened."
"What do you mean?"
Your other self sat beside you, leaning on your shoulder.
"It’s the first time someone’s split in two and both stayed conscious. His Quirk pulls out people’s minds—absorbs their intelligence and physical abilities to make himself stronger. But you literally split in two."
You felt your soul leave your body for a second before snapping back.
"So the only option is to deal with me," your double said cheerfully.
You just stared at her, looking paler and more exhausted by the second. You tried standing again—this time succeeding—and started walking with her supporting you. Hawks followed as you were cleared to leave.
Reporters swarmed outside, but security handled them. You headed to the parking lot and made a call. Your other self was all smiles, flirting shamelessly with Hawks—which irritated you. He played along, and a few minutes later, an assistant arrived with your motorcycle (shrunk down in their pocket, thanks to their Quirk).
Hawks raised an eyebrow.
"You have a bike?"
"Yeah. You seeing this?"
You sounded rude—because you were rude right now. You didn’t like your other self.
"Easy. Just didn’t know you rode."
His tone was placating.
"Don’t worry," your double cut in, still smiling. "We get moody sometimes. It’ll pass in, like, five minutes."
She hopped on your bike, and you sat behind her—too weak to drive.
Hawks tilted his head.
"Wouldn’t it have been easier if I flew you?"
You glared.
"I’d puke if I flew right now. Thanks anyway. See you... whenever."
With that, the two of you rode home. You felt awful.
The moment you got inside, you face-planted on the couch. Your other self hovered over you.
"You shouldn’t have been so mean to him. You know he’s crazy about you, and you treat him like crap—even though you’re just as gone for him."
"Shut up. Not in the mood."
"I have an idea to fix this."
"How?"
You lifted your head to glare.
"What if we do a fusion dance? Like in Steven Universe?"
She grinned.
"That won’t work. That’s fiction. They have gems—we’re just body and mind."
"But what if it does? Technically, we are a fusion—mind and body, just like Steven and his gem."
"You’re spouting nonsense."
"Everything I say is something you’ve thought, even for a second. So it’s not that stupid."
You squinted at her, sighed, and gave in.
"Fine. We’ll do the damn fusion dance."
You pulled out your phone and played your favorite song.
Being the same person had its perks—you moved in perfect sync. Since you were weak, she guided you, holding your waist before dipping you to finish the dance.
Nothing happened.
Just as you were about to pull apart, Aizawa, Hizashi, and Nemuri walked in.
All five of you stood in awkward silence.
Your other self dropped you. You hit the floor with a yelp. Nemuri rushed to help you up.
"What’s going on here?"
She asked, eyeing your double.
"Nothing important. Just a villain thing," your other self said.
"But what are you?"
Hizashi asked, oddly calm as he stepped closer.
"Why do you look like a clown or a mime?"
"A clown?! A mime?! I’m none of that!"
Your double fumed, but you calmed her down.
"She’s a version of me. We can’t work at the agency until this is fixed. We can still teach, but we can’t separate—like there’s a barrier."
Nemuri sat you on the couch, rubbing your back.
"How do you undo it?"
Aizawa asked, sounding bored.
"You think if we knew, we’d be like this? The damn villain doesn’t know either. Says it’s the first time this has happened!"
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
As if the day couldn’t get worse, Hawks showed up—through your garden—and knocked on the glass door. Your other self bolted to let him in, hugging him so hard his wings cracked.
Hawks peeled her off with a grin, catching his breath. You dragged a hand down your face.
"Didn’t think you had visitors. Not that I care," he said, sitting beside you.
"Everything’s a mess. But enough—why are you all here?"
You glared.
"If it’s something stupid, you’re not leaving unharmed."
"Relax," Nemuri said.
"We just came to remind you it’s your turn to clean the teachers’ lounge."
You nearly choked.
"You couldn’t text me that?! And isn’t there staff for that?!"
Hizashi jumped in.
"Kidding! A student wants to talk to you tomorrow. Says he knows you and All Might—the kid who broke all his limbs in the entrance exam."
"He has my number. Tell him to stop bugging me—"
You caught yourself.
"Wait, no. Tell him to wait until Monday. Any questions, he can ask my dad."
Hawks draped an arm over your shoulders as your headache worsened.
"And you?"
You side-eyed him.
"Please tell me you’re not just here to waste my time."
Your other self was all over him, and every fiber of your being wanted to rip her away, but you held back.
"And you—stop clinging to him."
Hawks sighed.
"Not sure you wanna hear this with everyone here."
"Just say it. Can’t be that bad."
"They assigned me to watch you until this gets fixed. So, sweetheart, I’m moving in."
You went pale. Nemuri was barely holding in laughter. You wanted to scream, roll on the floor, jump—but your other self did all that for you.
Aizawa smirked.
"Someone’s excited."
"Shut your dog mouth," you snapped, then smacked your double—only to feel it yourself.
"Serves you right. We feel each other’s pain, idiot."
She stuck her tongue out.
You lunged.
The two of you brawled—every hit you landed, you felt. Insults flew as you pulled hair, headbutted, and bit. Nemuri tried using her Quirk, but you both held your breath to stay awake. Hizashi howled with laughter. Aizawa? He was already asleep on your couch.
"Enough!"
Hawks sent feathers to pry you apart—until you slammed heads and both passed out cold.