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It was a fairly normal day; blue skies, cumulus clouds, birds chirping an unknown melody. But, that is also how disasters start. When you’re least expecting it. And Izuku Midoriya was completely oblivious to what was gonna make his life take a huge 180 in just a couple of minutes.
He inhales the fresh, chilly morning air, liking the way it hits his face as he steps out of the apartment complex. He wraps his fingers around the hot coffee cup he’s carrying, relishing the way the heat contrasts the cold but comfortable breeze.
He makes his way to the train station, everything going by routine. Except, when he’s about to enter the empty train car, four sickly cold fingers find their way to his neck. Izuku is about to panic, but manages to stay calm. Breathe, Izuku. Just, just ask the stranger kindly, and maybe they’ll go away?
Just when he’s about to say something, a shiver of Deja Vu paralyzes the action.
“Don’t speak a word, or else I’ll turn you to dust.. Pretend like we’re old buddies or something” A hot, raspy voice whispers into his ear, Shigaraki’s breath reeking of murder.
The stranger must have noticed his disarray after the memory, and he chuckles disgustingly.
“Hah! It seems like I have touched a nerve, eh, Midoriya Izuku? I thought you missed the good old days, back when you weren’t a useless nobody” The tone of his voice paints an image of a villain that he rather not think about.
How did he..? Nevermind that, where has everybody gone? Izuku thought, as everyone who was once in his sight from the corner of the eye had disappeared.
“I hope you have fun, Deku” He snarls, before placing down the last finger. Izuku’s vision bleeds into pure black.
When Izuku regains consciousness, he certainly doesn’t expect himself to wake up in an alley, at night. What the hell? He scans his surroundings warily, unconsciously wishing that he still had Danger Sense. The walls that surround him are dirtied with weather and mud (At least it looks like mud, though the reddish tint is unsettling)
He slowly steps through the eerie alleyway, trying to pinpoint his location, but he finds none. It feels like a labyrinth, the walls of drying blood and spiderwebs neverending. An hour passes, and Izuku is just about to give up and get the hell out of here, until he hears a voice. The voice is creepy and ragged, but for some damned reason, he feels a wave of recognition flow through his bones.
He stops, trying to hear the voice, to unravel what the person is saying. He hears panicked breathing, which confirms that there is more than one person on the scene. He can hear where the voices are coming from now, around a chipped corner. He presses his body against the wall, trying to gain information before stepping in.
“Well,” The familiar voice curls, “What do we say we have another taste?” Izuku really doesn’t want to know what they're talking about, but by the smell of iron and the scream of agony that resulted, he can probably tell.
“Please! I’m sorry! Spare me! I just need to bring food home to my wife and daughter!” The voice gasps, before another bloodcurdling cry arises. Izuku opens the case that realizes he’s been carrying the whole time, not to get his suit, but to get the emergency knives packed in the utility belt. Izuku winces at the sound of the click, and desperately hopes that the villain hadn’t heard.
Spoiler—he did.
“It seems like we have another visitor” The villain drawls. Izuku makes himself seen, stepping into the scene. Stain? No, Stain had died a few years ago, due to unknown breathing issues.. How..?
Izuku was walking out of the police station, just having wrapped up a minor case with the local officers. He was just minding his own business, when he overheard what seemed to be an argument.
“--ignoring it will only make everything worse!”
“He’s barely attacked anyone, I think we have much more important things to deal with, like-”
A fist pounds what seems to be a table. “What don’t you get? Do you understand the havoc a time travel quirk could cause?” Time travel?
Izuku knows his theory is really far-fetched, but it’s the best explanation he’s got. His glare hardens as his eyes focus on Stain.
Stain licked the edge of his sword, which was gleaming with fresh blood.
" You know you’re just as much of a villain as I am, pretending to play hero” he said, a nasty smile etching over his creepy features.
Izuku didn’t wait. He jumped to the left just as Stain lunged at him, the sword missing him by like, an inch. He hit the ground and rolled, gripping his two knives tighter. His heart was basically trying to break out of his chest.
Stain attacked again, swinging his sword maniacally. Izuku dodged, weaved, ducked—barely staying ahead of the blade. He couldn’t let himself get even a scratch. Not with Stain’s Bloodcurdle.
They kept going at each other, Izuku jumping and ducking and doing all he could to avoid Stain’s hits. Then he saw his opening. Stain swung wide. Too wide.
Izuku slid under it, kicked Stain’s leg, and made him stumble, his sword cluttering uselessly to the side. In a mere second, Izuku was on top of him, pinning him to the ground with one knee and his knives held down above Stain’s head, threateningly.
They both froze for a second, breathing hard.
Stain smirked weakly. “Not bad, kid.”
Izuku didn’t reply. He raised the handle of one knife and knocked Stain on the temple of his forehead; not hard enough for permanent damage, but enough so Stain would stay unconscious for a bit. At least until the pros arrived.
He opened his briefcase again, grabbing a clear zip tie. He tied Stain’s hands together with the zip tie. It definitely wasn’t a good capture device, but it was the best he could do. He could only hope that Stain wouldn’t wake up before the heroes came in.
Well, he could just bring him in himself, but if his theory proved to be right, then he would most definitely be in trouble. Seriously, just imagine him walking up to the station and going “Yeah, so I’m actually the number four hero, but from the future.”
He groaned, leaning to a wall and sliding to the floor, throwing his arms over his head. How was he gonna get out of this one? Sensei really was right; trouble always seems to find Izuku. He patted his pockets, sighing in relief when he found his phone and wallet. He turned on his phone, eyes widening when he realized that the date was exactly the same as it had been before that villain attack.
Izuku cursed under his breath as he pocketed his phone and tried to find a way out of this hellhole. After what seemed like hours (it was only 40 minutes) of walking, he finally found a way out. Once he was out of the dark allies, and into the dim lighted streets of Japan, he was met with a very conveniently placed ramen shop. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled. He was met with the revelation that time travel really does numbers on your appetite.