Different realities.

It's always been a concept that everyone has considered at least once in their lifetime. There are always constant questions like, 'what if' and 'would I be different?'

The answer is yes. The 'what if's' matter, and because of those 'what if's', it changes who you are- or would be- as a person. It could be as small as not remembering to pick up milk at the store, or as large as a slime villain killing your only childhood friend before your eyes. What path would you be led down then?

It's quite interesting, really.

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"...doriya. Midoriya. DEKU."

I jolt from my muttering (gosh, again?) and look up at the boy who growled my name with dripping acid. Todoroki's standing right in front of my desk, his face mere inches from mine. He was right where Kacchan should've been... He frowns when he gets my attention. "Do I really have to impersonate Bakugo just to get you to pack up?" I glance at the clock on the wall and notice that class has been over for the past ten minutes. There are a few stragglers here and there, but my closest friend is waiting up on me, packed and ready to go.

"Oh! Sorry!"

I feel my face heat up in embarrassment as I hurriedly shove everything I need in my yellow backpack, and mentally go through all my homework assignments for tonight. Tomorrow's Friday, and I'm honestly glad that the weekend's almost here.

With my backpack fully slung over my shoulders, I'm ready to walk to UA's dorms with Shoto Todoroki.

"Midoriya."

As we walk towards our dormitory, I turn my head to look at him. Shoto has long bangs that split their red and white duality perfectly down the middle, and a burn scar on the left side of his face, stretching from his red brow to the top of his cheek. He also has beautiful turquoise and grey heterochromatic eyes. Not- *ahem* that I would say that out loud.

I give him a questioning look, and say, "Yeah, Todoroki?" He looks away as he murmurs hesitantly,

"What do you say when All Might doesn't get any sleep?"

"Umm..."

"He was pulling an All-Mighter." He said straight-faced.

I stare at him for a long moment, then I snort. Which leads to cackling. And not being able to breathe. "Why?" I gasp between breaths, because WOW, that was terrible, but TODOROKI told a JOKE. And it wasn't even that funny!!

He shrugged. "I thought people enjoyed jokes. It seemed like a good way to break silences." He paused, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I thought it was good anyways, and I wanted to share it with you."

I smile brightly, and Todoroki looks away quickly, gently smiling with a slight pink dusting his cheeks.

We see Uraraka and Iida already waiting in the common area with their homework laid out, and I wave enthusiastically to them, one hand still on my backpack strap. They both light up and wave back, and I nudge Todoroki to give a reluctant wave. It's not that he doesn't like them; he just needs help with social cues sometimes.

As we all sit down, and joke, and laugh, I feel warm inside. I grin as Todoroki tells the same joke to Uraraka and Iida (with the same expression, I might add), and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

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"So your quirk can see into... alternate realities?"

I say in disbelief.

The shady man sitting before me tuts and wags a finger behind him as he digs for something. "Mr. Dekimasen, is this REALLY the most unusual quirk you've seen?"

"Hmm... fine" I'll have to add this to my notebook later. I inspect my grime flecked gloves and mentally sigh in annoyance. Just more fucking laundry. "Continue. And seriously, call me Deku for short." I growl, "And hurry up. You're trying my patience."

As my fingers twitch and I ponder the rewards of stabbing this guy until he no longer has the chance to say my name, he shows me a mirror. I glance at him over it, unimpressed. "This is a mirror, Unmei." He chuckles and says, "Look closer, Mr. Dekimasen." I pointedly ignore my full "villain name" and lean closer to the mirror. Wait, is that...

"Holy shit." I mutter. The other 'me' doesn't have bags under his eyes, and was currently brushing his teeth. He looked so... happy.

"So, why are you here, Mr. Dekimasen? Any... regrets, perhaps?"

"...Not really. I just wanted to see Mom again." And maybe get to explain to her why I had to leave. They can't reach her in another reality, can they?

"Well, have fun! You get one week. If you don't remember to stand in front of the same mirror you came out of before time runs out, I'm afraid you'll be stuck there. Forever. Happy travels!" He hums cheerfully.

My eyes widen as they fully register his words. "Wait, WHAT-" but he shoves my head against the unforgiving glass and it shatters and I remember no more.

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I pick up my toothbrush and jog towards the boy's bathroom. I'm really cutting it close on bedtime, but I was reluctant to leave my friends so soon...

I hum cheerfully as I slick the toothpaste onto my toothbrush and begin my task. I think of Todoroki's awkwardly delivered puns and smile wider. He has to show me the website he found those on-

I blink. My reflection isn't moving the way it should. In fact, I don't remember still having the dark bruises under my eyes from the old days... And my reflection isn't holding a toothbrush. I squint, and lean forward a little more, and realize that my reflection is talking to someone beyond the mirror. 'My' eyes look panicked and I see a hand come out of nowhere and shove his face into the glass. There's a loud crack, and before I know it, another me is lying on the bathroom floor, unconscious.

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Fuck. My head hurts. I move a little, and hear the soft crunching of broken glass. I groan, as I try to remember how I got here. Did Todoroki throw me through another window? Nah, he's gotten better about that... Shit Hats and Fucking Potatoes-

I crack an eye open, and

FUCK-

I see the other Izuku Midoriya crouched in front of me, toothpaste foam still around his mouth. His eyes are wide with surprise and... damn it, concern. I grumble, "Don't look at me like that," and slowly push myself up. The exposed shoulders of my costume burn with little cuts.

He blinks. I stand up to my full height, (which is HIS full height too, now that I think about it) and look him up and down. "So, you're a hero, huh?" The other- you know what, let's call him Izuku- nods slowly and looks at me with confusion. "You say that like you aren't one..." He trails off, and I smile. I practiced it so that it isn't pleasant anymore, and he takes a small step back. I can see the dawning horror on his face. Good."You got it, kiddo." I point a finger gun at him, and say, "In my reality, they call me Dekimasen." Izuku's eyes fly open in shock, and I laugh without humor. I pull the trigger. "And I'm the world's greatest villain."

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[Author's note: "Dekimasen" (できません) in Japanese means "I can't." According to google translate, anyways. And "Unmei" (うんめい) supposedly means "fate."

Well, here's the first chapter of this. I had this idea at like four in the morning, and wanted to actually write it. I was like "that would be cool if-" and realized I COULD DO IT! It might not be executed perfectly, but I can get the idea out there. There was this picture of a villain Deku I saw a while back, where he still had his green suit, but it WASN'T- it didn't have sleeves, and his mouthgard looked different, too. It also had Todoroki in it, and from the context I think Deku was brainwashed or something? The speech bubbles were in Spanish, so I don't know if I could read the fic... Anyways, I thought his costume looked really cool. Can't find the fic it belongs to, though. Damn.

Well, if you liked my story so far, or wanna speculate on what happens next, or help me with any writing issues you saw, leave a review! Until next time,

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