[Short chapter, but for good reason]
Izuku could still remember how the Culture Festival went on after their show, and how everyone went off to do their own thing, partaking in games in what not, while he made Eri a candy apple, since there were none at the Culture Festival(he really needed to petition it on the menu for next year).
He then collapsed onto his bed and quickly slept; dreaming about how beautiful his girls were and how he was to add the other women to his harem, only for those thoughts to be quickly interrupted.
He woke up to a strange feeling in his gut, and walked over to his bathroom to either shit his guts out, or puke them out. He looked in the mirror to simply look at himself at 1:48 am in the morning, only to see his reflection change.
He saw another version of himself, but this version was...different. This version, rather than having sea green eyes like his, he had bright; practically neon green eyes instead. He also seemed more...innocent? He couldn't quite describe it.
He then heard a dozen or so voices like his, each one with their own unique tone of voice, and some even going from normal to animalistic. One spoke of a greater society, and another questioned wether or not his Quirk was villainous, and another spoke of the future, and how its pointless to change what will come, and when it will come.
I felt nauseous; my head filled with voices similar to mine, yet different. I wanted it to end, I wanted to crawl back into my bed and have more lewd dreams to prepare myself for the days ahead. I just wanted it to go back to the way it was a mere few minutes ago.
I looked at the mirror, and saw how it then cracked; taking a fractal shape as it then formed a glass hand, and grabbed onto me as it...spoke to me?
"-You have been chosen by him. Come now, for we have much work to do-" spoke the mirror as I then felt my body and mind go to what was essentially shit, and fly off to who knows where, leaving my bathroom empty, and my world without me.