Sorry for the short chapter and if it is lacking in description and diction; I got too excited seeing all the reviews and amount of followers and I was inspired to write more. This story should be updating regularly on either Sundays or Saturdays. Thank you for those who reviewed! Also, doesn't All Might call Deku, young Midoriya? I haven't watched the anime or read the manga in a while so...

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"What happened to the brat?" Shigaraki grumbled, arms crossed and placed on the cool surface of the bar counter. In the dimly lit room, his eyes glared crimson. "He said he was coming back soon."

As much as Shigaraki hated to admit it, Izuku was a leader the League required; he possessed traits that had received Sensei's approval and executed orders swiftly.

With such an analytical mind and a villain's vexation for heroes, Izuku crafted their reputation to meet agreeable ideals; their society was plagued by greedy bastards and they, the League of Villains, was the cure for the wicked. They, Izuku had made them out as, proudly took the mantle as villains if the purpose of cleansing the heroes remained true.

Of course, that had beckoned other individuals to either join the League or form an alliance which allowed Izuku to call for them when their assistance was necessary.

It was no exaggeration that Izuku was always a step or two forward than the heroes and that sang a siren call to plenty more villains.

When news leaked that the Hero Killer had become a part of the League, it instigated an influx of more villains. By the time of the UA sports festival, Izuku had gained an army ready to fight for their cause of which they placed their faith imto.

But without Izuku, the League would fall apart and Shigaraki knew that with his bloodthirsty and childish nature, no one would come to remain should he had to lead.

Kurogiri stopped wiping the counter and looked at him with golden wispy eyes, narrowed and faint with emotion.

"Tomura, that's the fifth time you had asked for Midoriya," he said and if his entire face had been visible, Shigaraki imagined the man would be raising a single eyebrow and his lips curled into a sly grin.

"Shut up, Kurogiri, I'm not worried or anything," he growled, "Damn brat owes me something anyway."

"Lies," Kurogiri said and continued his ministrations to the counter. He loved his precious bar counter, it's the only one who truly understood him.

Shigaraki scowled and abruptly got out of his seat, walking away to his room.

"Whatever, that brat can die for all I care," he called out and slammed his door to add to the effect.

Kurogiri, still ridding his counter of stains, felt the stirrings of fondness well up inside of him and he didn't deny that he was glad Shigaraki was concerned for their leader in his own way at least. There had been numerous conflicts with he and other members concerning Midoriya, and the thought that Shigaraki can acknowledge him as a leader, even if only mentally, it brought relief for Kurogiri.

From the corner of the bar, a TV flickered on. Kurogiri, surprised to hear from Sensei for the first time in weeks, turned to await the familiar voice rumbling from the screen.

"Sensei?" he inquired, "Has something gone wrong? You rarely contact us unless there is."

There was a pregnant pause; he tensed.

"Himiko reported seeing Izuku attacked by a quirk. He was left unconscious and taken by the police," Sensei murmured from the TV.

Kurogiri swelled in concern.

"Midoriya's attacker, what of him?" he asked.

"Ran away before the police arrived."

"Why hasn't Himiko done something to prevent it?" Kurogiri wasn't particularly angry, rather curious at Himiko's reasoning. There was no doubt that there was irritation aimed at the homocidal female however, and Kurogiri still identifies her a threat to the League with how enamored she is with Midoriya.

"She stumbled upon their fight the moment Izuku was shot by the quirk. She had to run away if she didn't want to end up in the hands of police like him."

"Ah."

That made sense but it didn't put him at ease though. The fact that Izuku were left at the mercy of heroes and their quirks was detrimental to their reputation much to the consternation of Kurogiri and the urge to take action immediately itched inside him.

There's a reason why Sensei decided to speak instead of Himiko.

"What do you want us to do?"

"Simple," came his response.

"Get him back."

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"-uku! Izuku, honey, are you alright?!" Someone slapped his face harshly that he knew would bloom an obnoxious red but Izuku kept his eyes shut in place.

A voice, sweet and drenched in innocence, that he knew from the past; Izuku remembered that voice, always associated with words that plagued his mind at night.

"I'm sorry, Izuku!"

A sobbing woman tightly embracing a heartbreakingly quirkless child, a young boy who aspired to be another All Might. Izuku doesn't understand his past ambitions to join the avaricious knights who claim the title of hero. Not anymore, not when he pursued the dream of a world cleansed of them who are all for profit.

To hear that voice again, it brought nostalgia that weighed guilt in his mouth and burned acid on his tongue. He could still taste the lingering flavors of ash and curling smoke.

"Izuku, please wake up!" someone pleaded again, that same haunting voice he hears once night settles, and Izuku's mind clicked.

He quickly sat up from the bed where he laid, (how did he get there? Where was he?), and he widened his eyes at the sight of the room of which was decorated in All Might memorabilia; posters of the same grinning man, shelves of notebooks and comics, figurines, and multitudes of other merchandise that revolved around heroes.

"Izuku?!"

He swiveled his head towards the voice and Izuku trembled in shock.

"M-mom?" he croaked, throat caught in a plethora of words that wanted to tumble out in confession.

"Izuku!" The tearful mother wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as if afraid he would crumble to ashes. "You were unconscious on the porch and I got so worried and I put you in your bed but you started mumbling in your sleep and your skin was glowing and I didn't kno-"

"Mom," Izuku forced out, cutting off her rambling. He didn't know what was going on given the fact that Midoriya Inko should be dead, but he'll play along. He didn't know what else to do otherwise. "I'm- I'm alright."

She let go of him to his relief. Izuku wasn't comfortable with physical contact, having gone years without it.

Emerald eyes met jade green, and for a moment, Izuku felt bare as if she could see all his wrongdoings and the scars he bear on death-kissed flesh with the intensity of her gaze.

Does she know?

It passed however, once she broke her stare and hugged him again.

"Okay, but remember, you can tell me anything, 'kay?" she said worriedly, bottom lip pierced by her teeth and tucked underneath her upper lip.

Izuku nodded and smiled tentatively in a poor attempt to reassure her. She hesitantly left after that, reminding him that dinner was soon and kissed his forehead to his surprise. It was clear she wasn't convinced but she allowed him space to think anyways. The door clicked as it shut and Izuku was alone.

Nothing made sense. This room was one he hadn't seen since Ink- mom's death, and here she was, alive and evidently healthy.

Had he traveled to the past perhaps? What was the cause of this result?

Dawning realization flooded him as the memory of being shot down by a quirk flashed in alarmed fragments in his head. Izuku felt fear churn in his stomach, a snake tightening around his throat.

Did he really come back to the past?

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I'm debating whether I should edit this or start the next chapter...