The world was an interesting place. We place so much on the supernatural, from the weather, to 'good' and 'bad' luck, and even 'Fate' deciding our lives. It leaves no room for growth, for interference. For CHANGE.

It was... a Sad. Desperate. Lonely World, where all were trapped in cocoons.

Ah, but there was the answer. For what breaks the chains that bind us better, than the light tap of a Butterfly's wings?

Indeed, let it be so. The down-trodden shall RISE, AND LET FATE BE DEFIED IN ALL ITS FORMS!

"For if a Butterfly's wings may Break Fate, so too shall this Hawk Moth."

There was nothing more but the sound of laughter and wing's fluttering throughout the night.

"It's been three months, 2 weeks and 4 days since I've found myself in this world, and things still manage to shock me."

For the first week, I had thought that I had merely been transported to France somehow. It was ludicrous, but Teleportation Quirks DID exist, and could be used to devastating effect as you were aware. Maybe for a test? Or a rogue villain attack? But no, regardless of how unlikely either were, it didn't change one simple fact.

The people around me, EVERYONE I had interacted with... had Zero Quirks. And with around 80% of the population having SOMETHING, to find even just a small town of nothing but Quirkless people would have been impossible, not to mention insane.

But here you were, with exactly that. Not to mention that, with the help of the local library which you happened to find thanks to a kind old woman who knew Japanese, you found ZERO mentions of anything that could be related to Quirks, or even powers in general, outside of fiction sources (None of which you recognized, which was just a big an indicator).

Thankfully, you had been wearing your regular clothes underneath your Hero suit, now stored in it's collapsible briefcase, allowing you to safely and calmly freak the hell out in your mind in front of the screen, looking like a normal teen who lost everything, and not someone crazy person in a one piece.

HOW was this possible? You knew some Quirks were more powerful than others, One For All and a few others immediately popping to your mind, but this? This was...insane.

No...No, this couldn't be the work of one Quirk alone. You were aware of how effective Quirks could be when synergized well, so that just left the WHY and HOW...And the WHO still, but that just lead to more fretting at the moment.

'Okay, OKAY! Think for a moment. Gather the facts around you. When you were looking for the nearest source of information, everyone you met had either a shade of blond, black, or brown hair, along with a summer climate. The Obaa-san who directed me to the library had a slight accent to her response, as well as the previous two people. The books around you are...
FRENCH!' You deduced as you recognized some of the spelling usages and literary examples on the shelves, partly from your own schoolastic regard, partly from being friends with Yuga.

'Alright then, that leaves me in...France. One of the larger sections of Europe. Why France? I need more evidence. Okay, that leaves what now...'

"I have to learn to speak the language, otherwise I'm doomed. It shouldn't be too hard, it shares enough in common with Romanji and English, right?" You muttered to yourself as you wrote every thought, and searching for 'How To' guides on the library sight. Unaware of this, a couple who were walking by decided to walk a bit farther away from the weird kid at the computer letting off a haze of words.

'Okay, language is being addressed...let's see if there are any more differences outside Quirk information...'

And indeed, there was.

"Current year... 2014!" You let out the words in a shocked mutter. How? It was 2018 before you woke up! WHAT DID THIS MEAN!

'Teleportation was one thing, but Time? No, that would imply control over two Universal constants, which multiple Quirks or not, wouldn't be able to be used together to such a degree. No, this would... time dilation? REALITY Warping? But what would the scales be?

As the thoughts and more raced through your head, you continued to instinctively scan and browse the rest of the information you were looking for, hoping to find parallels and hopefully not anymore shocking surprises.

Thankfully, it seemed there was nothing to fear. History for the most part seemed to be the same, from George Washington, to Napoleon Bonaparte, to Hideyoshi, it was all the same from what you could find. The only difference? There was no glowing baby discovered in China. Which... meant a lot of things.

'Hypothesis 1: I've been transported or carried away to an alternate or parallel dimension where Quirks either can't or haven't manifested in people.

Hypothesis 2: The appearance of Quirks has been suppressed and no one knows about them.'

"Hopefully it's the first one...but I'll be careful regardless, just in case.

'Still though, from a third party perspective, this could be an incredible opportunity! Before Quirks became the focus, there was supposed to be much more wide scale science!'

And lo and behold, they had. Regular humanity HAD succeeded in putting a man on the Moon, ...but not much else.

Oh, sure, they had higher speed internet and more Iphones than Izuku thought necessary, but those were all things that were close, or if not a little worse than his own worlds.

'Okay, a little disappointing, but it's only been a generation and a half. You can't exactly build a new age in that time.' You reasoned to yourself, feeling good that you now had a more stable footing to work with.

Now all that was left was trying t ofigure out the language of the the country you were stranded in, getting home, aaaaannndddd there goes the panic attack.

'Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD, I'M IN ANOTHER REALITY, OR DIMENSION, OR SOMETHING! WHAT DO I DO! WHAT DO I DO WHATDOIDOWHATDOI-!' A sharp pain blossomed in your side, snapped you out of your downward spiral.

As you looked around to see what had caused the blow, you eventually caught sight of your own fist, now slightly red from the impact of flesh on flesh, still lodged in your side, prompting you to move it from its spot and up to your face.

Right...you had to remain calm in situations, otherwise you could help no-one, not even yourself. Aizawa-sensei had taught you as much...

You stared harder at your fist. And with every passing moment, you squeezed it even tighter.

So what if you were stuck in a new world? A new country? You had time, you had patience, you had determination to do what had to be done and get home.

You got here one way, so you'll just make another!

Why?

Because you were Midoriya Izuku, Deku, and someone who WOULD see his friends and family again.

And within him, they watched.

Spoiler: The Eyes Have it

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