A/N: A little questions for all of you. Do you prefer 'Izukus' in some instance to call a group of Izuku(s), like his own exclusive plural word? Let me know what you think.

Also if get the 'references', please don't spoil it for other people since there will be a lot more coming.

Beyond

'Complicated' didn't even begin to describe today.

After Inko arrived home, she pulled her son into a tight embrace.

"Alright, tell me what happened," Inko said as she pulled away from the hug.

"It's my Quirk," Izuku replied as he fidgeted his fingers together.

"Y-your Quirk?"

The young boy nodded. He began explaining that his Quirk allowed him to travel through different dimensions and how he jumped to one by accident.

"So… you're saying you just went into another dimension?" Inko asked and the boy nodded.

Inko was uncertain at how to process this. Her son, however, would present her with another thing to worry about.

"Oh right, there's an American who give me this," Izuku pulled the paper Mr. V had presented to Izuku in another world out of his pocket. "He told me he works for the government and that he will come to visit."

Inko reached for the paper and gave it a look over. There were instructions for her to call this 'Mr. V' along with his number. That wasn't all, however. A note from her alternate-self giving her a warning on this Mr. V, but there was nothing that could be of further help to their situation. Inko swallowed a heavy lump in her throat.

"W-well, I see." She led her son back to the living room where Izuku sat down and watched some TV while Inko looked over the paper again and again until it was night time.

The thought of simply not calling this stranger certainly presented itself in her mind, but the fear of unwanted consequences kept her from fully committing to the idea. She didn't know if their family would be capable of keeping this a secret forever. Would it be worse than not contacting them?

Then there was the nature of her son's Quirk.

Was it as dangerous as they claimed? Were there that many problems involved with her son's Quirk? As the risks began to stack up, Inko finally agreed — mostly to herself — to call this 'Mr. V.'

That same night, once her son had already gone to sleep, she took up the paper Mr. V had given to Izuku and followed its instructions — the first step was to call the man himself.

As the sound of waiting music played out from her phone — 'Star Spangled Banner' of all things — her heart raced faster and faster in anticipation of what kind of person was this Mr. V.

After a few heart arching minutes, her call was answered.

"Pax Americana," a male voice said from the other side.

"A-Ave Domi-minus Americana," she stammered, unused to Latin. That was the password.

"Miss Inko Midoriya, I presumed," her heart dropped to her feet at the mention of her surname. The air around her seemed to get thicker. "V from the other world had already informed me you would be calling."

"Y-yes, that's correct." Inko couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. The CIA had a notorious reputation regarding how they treated their enemies around the globe. There was no telling what would happen to her, her son, or her husband.

"Mmm, there might be a problem," Mr. V grumbled from the other side. "Unlike myself in the other world, I am already in Guam and I can't be reassigned for another four years. I am not going to waste my time on periodic visits — neither will I ask for a transference." Inko almost sighed in relief but refrained since it would be best not to get off on the wrong foot with someone she would be seeing more in the future.

"S-so what will happen now," she asked, more bluntly then she would have wanted.

"For now, let's just get your son's documents sorted out and… are you afraid of us?" The mother almost jumped. This man had just read her thoughts, though it didn't seem like he had a mindreading Quirk – or so Inko presumed. She knew it was obvious that she was nervous (with her breathing and all), but to know her concern for her son safety simply through a phone conversation… he's really a CIA.

"I can assure you, I see no reason whatsoever for drastic action. Just continue to be a law-abiding citizen and everything will be fine. As of now, all we want is to ensure your son's Quirk does not threaten the existence of humanity, the dominance of the United States, and, if possible, himself."

"Himself?" The mother slipped. She didn't want to say that out loud, but her concern for her son overwhelmed her sensibility.

"Your son possesses a very rare ability in the entirety of multiverse. I received basic info from the other V about it. The boy's Quirk allows him to travel to another universe, or dimension as some prefer to call it, nothing too advance… I assume. We still need more tests before we could be certain."

There's a pause.

"Now, you see, the risk here involves the, shall we say, scenarios. What if he got into a world where cyanide replaced oxygen? What if he comes home with a flower that turned out to be a carnivorous mind-controlling parasite? The consequence of using this Quirk carelessly can be lethal."

Inko's grip tightened around where her heart should be. Just when her son finally got his Quirk…

"C-can't you do anything to help him?" She stuttered. How could she not? This was the life — or death — of her son they were talking about.

"Hmm, we could always give him a Trotsky Treatment," V jested.

"Wh-what does that mean?"

"Move your son to Mexico, raise him for a few years under the protection of the United States, then have a Russian spy bash him to death with an ice axe…"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... that was a joke."

"I am not laughing!" Inko shouted before covering her hand with her mouth in fear that she would wake her son.

"Still, what I mean with that joke is that we could take him off your hands if you want," 'Take him off your hands'? There's no way she would leave her son with these people. These people who would no doubt treat him like a tool to be used. "We could raise him to be a top quality-"

"No," Inko cut in, firm in her tone. There would be no compromise. She would not give away her son to these… monsters under any circumstance.

"Understood. We will have to work out the details of your son's Quirk later. For the next four years, I would request that you monitor him in our place." 'Monitor'... such inhumane way to say it, more so because it directed at her son. "He can use his Quirk if he wishes, no one can stop him, not even you when it come down to it; might as well let him test it out and told you about it."

So he was their lab-rat and she was the scientist now?

"I think we can give him some safe coordinates too, just in case he warps by accident or if he is curious about his Quirk. Either way, just visit this location - you should write this down."

Inko walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a note. She penned down the address, word by word. After she finished, Mr. V bid his goodbye and hung up.

In her heart and mind, Inko could only dread the future.

The next day, Inko went to the intended location, leaving Izuku behind in case anything got ugly.

Her destination was a plain looking building; one-floor, painted white, a windowless building located a good distance away from their home, just a few train stations away from Musutafu City.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she was greeted by the scene of any regular diner.

Multiple tables were placed to the right, occupied by very few people, and a counter located next to the open kitchen was to the left. One of the waiters, who looked almost identical to the cook with his short silver hair and facial structure, immediately came to greet her and led her to the back, saying there was a 'free table in the back.'

In the back was a crammed room with two office tables, littered with papers and writing utensils, and more than a dozen filing cabinets were arranged along the walls. There was also a black door on the opposite side of the entry which prominently contrasted the room's atmosphere.

Manning one of the tables and typing vigorously was an agent who was almost identical the waiter and the cook, with the only real difference being his lack of beard, sitting there. He lifted his face to receive them.

"Your papers, please," he said with both indifferent and authority clear in his voice. She presented the paper to him. He snatched it from her hand and quickly moved into another room behind the black door.

"This will take about five minutes," the waiter who had remained with her informed Inko. "Let us hope your son is worth the effort." When Inko asked for clarification, he went silent.

The agent soon returned without so much as a sound, handing her a folder before gesturing for them to leave. The waiter nodded before leading her out of the diner.

Once they were outside, he spoke again. "You can call us Mr. Eleven, all three of us. If there are immediate troubles with your son's Quirk, come to us. If someone threatens your family, come to us. If there are any… nuisances in need of… fixing, come to us," he gave her a grim expression. Inko caught on what he meant by 'nuisances' and 'fixing', her realization along with his shadow that loomed over her sunk Inko's heart to her feet.

"And if you want free food, come to us."

The sharp contrast managed to ease the Inko a bit, but she didn't get the chance to ask anything further as the waiter decided to leave, seemingly going back to his routine.

Inko could only stare as she was left to wonder what might the future hold for her and her son.

From that day onward, she would see the waiter, the cook, the agent, and a handful of identical looking men occasionally strolling around her house. She counted a total of eleven similar men including the three that worked in the diner.

As for the folder that was given to her, it contained an updated identification paper, a passport, and other such commodities for her son — there were even Green Cards and Visas to enter the United States for both of them; none of them had expiration dates. There were also two papers, filled with instructions.

One was for her, detailing the regulations related to the multiverse; such contraband and what was considered dangerous — unfortunately, it didn't make much sense to normal people like her (what is 'Prisoner's Honey' supposed to mean anyway?). In another section of the paper was a list of contacts in case of an emergency followed by a section containing several other tips that she should follow, but none of that was as prominent as the statement telling her to keep this whole thing a secret to anyone but close friends and family members. If the knowledge of her son's Quirk somehow leaked, then the CIA were to be contacted immediately.

The other paper was for her son. It contained some basic instructions on things she didn't understand, and several sets of numbers, like '153.13,' '983.13,' '113,' '083.09,' and many more. She presumed these were the safe coordinates Mr. V mentioned.

All in all, their life didn't change too much. They just had to deal with eleven CIA agents snooping around from time to time.

So, the Midoriya's continued on as normal.

At least that's what appeared on the outside.

The seven-year-old Izuku, or 'Deku' as Katsuki Bakugou had taken to call him, put his pencil down on his homework. With his task done, he stretched his arms up in the air.

He had been thinking about gathering some Izukus together to help each other do homework for some time now; brainstorming could really ease all their workload. But that would require a lot of coordination and effort for it to happen; not to mention the difference in the nature of the separate universes, which in turn would affect their homework, that needed to be taken into account. For now though, he just put the book into his school backpack.

With his work done, it was time to do his most favorite thing during the weekend.

He climbed under his blanket and sunk into another dimension.

Izuku arrived on the other side to be greeted by space filled with stars.

'Dimension 101.01,' Izuku reminded himself within the midst of absolute nothingness.

Midoriya swam in the sea of anti-gravity above a ground of the grey rocky planet that was Earth. Throughout the years, he went to many dimensions, universes, worlds — or well, whatever the natives in those places liked to call them — that was marked as safe by Mr. V. This dimension was one of his favorites by far. Most of the others were similar to his own world, and he didn't want that right now. He needed to relax and relieve stress.

Kacchan had been rough lately. There hadn't even been a full-on fight, but it still hurt.

He shook off the thought.

He was here to relax.

Izuku thought of numbers, and of all dimensions he could visit. He thought of the many Quirks his counterparts possessed; their functions, how they were used, and their mechanics. Then he remembered that a good amount of his counterparts weren't born with Quirks. It made him sad, but it's not like he could give them Quirks.

Well, maybe not. Never say never with a power like his.

What really sucked about seeing the worlds where he didn't have a Quirk, was his mother. She always looked so sad; teary eyes, wrinkles caused by worry, stress eating.

He hated to see her like that.

A thought popped up in his head.

Maybe he could help cheer up one of his mother counterparts? He had to find the one that really needed him, but so far he had not encountered any of his mothers who needed his immediate presence.

Mr. V had warned him that jumping to any dimensions not on the list could be extremely risky, but he had also made it clear that he would not stop Izuku if it came down to it. If Izuku wished to jump, he was supposed to think of what he wanted to find at his destination, or else he might end up in a place he shouldn't be.

With his mindset, he swam back above the flag he'd planted to mark where his room was supposed to be before grabbing the blanket he'd left here as a means to get himself back.

'Oxygen, Monday-to-Sunday, H2O, Earth, Human…' his thoughts went on, listing the necessary components needed at his intended destination. Missing anything essential would mean he could end up somewhere undesirable.

Having no oxygen to breathe was not healthy.

When the last keyword was thought of, he wrapped himself in the fabric and disappeared.

Midoriya reappeared again in his empty room.

His first action here was to take out his phone and then open an app.

The app had no name, no logo, and wasn't even visible on the main screen. He tapped it, then tapped the 'Check-in' option on the main menu and received the number ('629', in this case) before putting the phone away.

It was a standard procedure whenever he went into another dimension, or else the local V might mistake him for some kind of inter-dimensional threat and he would commit, as the man himself had put it, 'Atrocious Actions At Affordable Price' on Izuku.

Izuku didn't want to know what that meant.

His eyes scanned the native-Izuku's room. The floor and furniture were covered by layers upon layers of dust, a few plants left in the room had already rotten, and he was pretty sure a spider had made its home in one corner of the ceiling.

Wailing crept into the ruined room. By the voice, it was no doubt a woman.

The boy swallowed a large lump down his throat. Even if he was as specific as possible, he might still have ended up somewhere he didn't want to be. Still, Izuku had to see if this was a failed jump or not.

He pushed the door open, readying himself for whatever that was on the other side.

It was a familiar living room of his apartment, but, like his bedroom, it was a mess. Dust, web combs, and the stench of rotten food and alcohol filled the apartment. The only light source in the room was sunlight peeking through the semi-closed curtains. On the sofa was a thin form lying on its back. The coffee table nearby hosted a mountain of beer cans.

'Don't tell me mom moved out,' Izuku thought. But then why would the furniture in his room still be there if his mom wasn't?

With some courage, the green-haired boy called out, "Mom?"

The form stirred. Then came a murmur. As the shadow rose, he could make out their form — thin would indeed be the best way to describe them, feminine too.

"Who's there?" It called. It strangely wasn't threatening in tone, but more of a mix between disinterest and drunkenness.

"A-are you Inko Midoriya?" He asked, still shaking and ready to run if his mother wasn't here.

"That voice… no, that can't…" The shadow rushed toward his tiny form.

Izuku almost stumbled backward, but the approaching figure caught him by his cheeks with two hands. As the shadowed face drew closer, he finally realized who it was.

Inko Midoriya, his mother.

Pale, thin to the point that her cheekbones were visible, and tired to the point that the black rings around her eyes were the darkest he had ever seen among all the adults he had met.

"Izuku," his mother whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. "It's really you…" Silence ensued as his mother continued to caress his cheeks. Her once soft hands had become rough, hardened by whatever that brought her so low.

"No," she uttered and tear her hands away from her sons as the tear rolling down both her eyes. "No, this, this is just… just a hallucination. Yes, I drank too much again. Yes. Yes. That's it," she retreated back to the sofa. Her eyes had changed; Izuku could never imagine his mother looking at someone like that. They were so cold, so empty, souncaring .

"B-but I am real, mom. I'm your son, Izuku," he tried to reassure her before realizing he was technically wrong. He was not her son, not truly, and by saying he was he might make this woman upset.

"No, no, you're not," Inko said and she dragged herself back to her sofa. She set herself down again.

Izuku's thoughts reeled. He needed to be careful of what came out of his mouth next. Whatever he was going to say would either make things better or worse. After careful consideration, he said, "You're right, I'm not your son."

"Ha, it's self-aware."

'It.' The fact that it was his own mother saying that to him was heart-wrenching, but he kept in mind that she was not herself right now.

"I may not be your son, but I'm still Izuku Midoriya and I'm here to help you." She seemed to ignore him, her arm covering her eyes. "I don't know what made you like this, but I'm real and I'm here to help."

Inko sat up and looked at him with a mixture of doubt and disbelief. She sighed.

"This is one hell of a hallucination. I'm gonna go take a bath and nap in my room. If you're real…" She pointed her index finger at him. In her eyes was rage, the kind that people who were frustrated usually made. "... you better be here when I wake up."

Izuku nodded with a wide smile on his face. Inko got up and went into the bathroom. Izuku waited until she came out. He expected her to do something, but she only spared him a glance before going straight to her bedroom and slamming the door shut.

While a bit discouraged by his mother's behavior, Izuku was determined to help her.

That's what heroes do.

While she was sleeping, Izuku thought it would be best to try and clear the apartment up a bit, but only in the chores a kid his age could perform.

He reached for the light switch only to realize the light bulbs were dead. So instead he went to the window and pushed the curtains open to let some light in.

He used this chance to observe his neighborhood, only to realize nothing had changed at all.

'So, whatever happened only affected my mother.'

There was no more time to waste though. If he could only rely on the remaining sunlight, then Izuku would have to work quickly before the sun set, or else completing his tasks would be very difficult.

He began by clearing out the trash; mainly the beer cans, the rotten food, and the plastic plates all over the floor. Luckily, all the garbage bags, brooms, and mops were still where they supposed to be, but they had become dirty in their own right.

So, with time and a little patience, he managed to clean most of the apartment. The webs had to be left to his mother though. As he moved the garbage-filled bag toward the door, he kept in mind that he couldn't go out yet without facing the consequences should his mother see he was not there after she woke.

Then he remembered he had missed a can of trash in his room.

Inside the can was mostly the usual trash he found (beer cans and food plates), but something among them caught his eyes. A sheet of paper, not a simple receipt, but a full A4-sized piece of paper. He took it out before pouring the trash into the bag. Once he moved all the bags to the door, he turned his attention back to the paper.

The very first line already told him he was not going to like this.

'Certification of Death.'

That was when the boy began to realize what had gone wrong in his mother's life. He might be young, but he was brilliant for a kid, and it all pointed him towards only one possibility as to why this dreadful document was in his house and his counterpart was nowhere to be found.

But there was still hope. A hope that he was wrong.

That hope was shattered when he read the name of the deceased.

'Midoriya Izuku.'

And so he understood.

This was the universe where Izuku Midoriya had died.

His hands that were holding the paper began to shake.

His eyes widened.

His legs trembled.

His breath fastened.

His forehead sweated.

His heartbeat was so intense he thought it was going to burst through his chest.

He was… this was… death was not something he had experienced before in his young life, and the possibility of his own demise made him…

It made him…

He didn't even know how to describe it.

His thoughts were halted when he heard the sound of a door creaking open. No doubt it was his mother.

He rushed back to the living room.

His mother was already sitting on the sofa, somewhat still tired and dazed. She did not seem to notice Izuku. He seated himself beside her.

She gazed at the coffee table, now empty of cans and plates. She looked around the apartment in surprise before her gaze fell on Izuku, who gave her a nervous smile.

Inko's breathing became heavier with each passing minute. She suddenly got up and went over to the cupboard. She took out a pack of light bulbs before proceeding to change every single light in the living room with such haste that Izuku was surprised she didn't have a speed related Quirk. All the while, she kept staring at Izuku every minute to make sure he was still there.

Once she changed all of them, she dragged herself over to the light switches and flipped them all. As soon as she realized that even with the light on and her son still didn't disappear, some kind of realization hit her.

She stepped toward him steadily. Her breathing became louder — more rapid — and each foot she planted seemed heavier than the last, as if she had just finished a marathon; though she certainly used up a lot of her energy changing light bulbs at that speed.

Once she reached the sofa, her hand cupped her son's cheeks. As rough as her hands were now, they were still warm. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. She only muttered one thing.

"I-I-Izu-Izuku?" Inko swallowed harshly. No turning back now.

"Yes, mom. It's fine now," he exhaled before offering his mother a smile. "Because I am here."

That was one of his favorite All Might quotes.

Inko wasted no more time and embraced her son as she sobbed.

As he returned the hug and kissed his mother on her cheek, Izuku thought to himself that everything here would be alright for his mother now.

Right?

A/N: I will use about 5 chapters (including the first and this one with another filler chapter during training period) to warm up Izuku ability and personality a bit since this story is canon diverge. But rest assured, we will get to the canon plot soon.