Nezu is scared.
The stack of files on Nezu's desk is monstrous. Nearly taller than he is. Each one is carefully labelled twice, and there are five copies of each. He'd thought he was being paranoid once, but he's not so sure anymore. Digging deeper into the case proved just how dangerous this game is. With everything he has, he should be able to make an arrest.
He has their names. Twelve people; nearly a hundred accomplices now that they've gained ground. Photographs of them, and every alias they've ever had. Some of them were pro Heroes. All of them were his students. Using a team of underground heroes, he'd found their base of operations and the extent of their domain.
Nezu knows everything they've done.
Everyone knows what they do. No one could miss it, even if they try their hardest to ignore it. People shouldn't have that power. Why it ever came to be, no one will ever know. Thoughts of power and philosophy bother him. Distractions waste his time while there are criminals with that power.
Nezu doesn't know how they do it. He's wondered how for two years. There's no warning, no protection, no reason to it. Quirks just vanish into thin air, right down to the DNA. All his theories have failed him, despite the mountain of evidence he has.
Nezu isn't human, but he feels human.
It's the first time he's felt this way. Sometimes he can put it off; can say that things will come to him in time. His quirk makes that inevitable. There isn't much that escapes him.
This case escapes him.
When he sends the email, he barely remembers what he put in it. He hops off his chair and makes his way to the tiny cabinet he keeps on the wall of his office (the real wall, not the wall of mirrored windows). Tucked near the back is a bottle that a younger Power Loader and a younger Shuzenji conspired to make a younger Nezu. A person could count on one hand the number of times that Nezu has actually indulged the bottle.
Midoriya Izuku qualifies.
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"Are we sure this is the address?" Mirio looks at Sir and Yagi-sensei. They're both staring at their supposed destination with grim expressions- Mirio can't blame them, if he's being honest, but this isn't what he was expecting.
Their destination is a rundown bar under a building on the edge of Kamino ward. Not many places in Japan have slums, but this neighborhood fits the term to a T. Grime and garbage cling to the sidewalks and the alleyways. A pair of eyes are peeking through the blinds on the second story, though they disappear as soon as Mirio tries to wave.
Mirio frowns and tugs at his shirt as the citizen ducks back behind the blinds. He feels a bit underdressed beside his mentors, having pulled an old dress shirt on over one of his costume's undershirts and a pair of slacks. His wrinkled white shirt is tighter than he'd like, especially around the arms and the shoulders, even after cuffing the sleeves at the elbow.
The three of them must look out of place: All Might in a fitted black suit, Sir in his typical white. Without Mirio trailing behind them they'd be a hell of a pair… insurance investigators, or maybe some kind of government agents.
"This does seem to be the place," Sir sighs. Yagi-sensei grunts, coughing lightly into his fist. "Let's get this over with."
Mirio frowns and follows them down the stairs.
The bar inside is nicer than he expected, though not by much. Soft yellow lights hang over the bar and the couches on the right side of the room, filling the room with an air of twilight. A cloud of disinfectant burns Mirio's nose, which is both reassuring and concerning. Creaky floorboards run the length of the room and chipped paint covers the brick walls. Plasma screens are mounted to the far wall, and above the shelves behind the bar, which begs the question…
Why is that outdated television sitting on the end of the bar?
"Ah, welcome in." The bartender doesn't look up from the glass in his hands. He's a young man, unbelievably so for a place like this: pale skin, cleanly cut- his hair is messy but cropped well over his ears – cute, and familiar in an impossible sort of way.
"I believe we have an appointment." Sir makes his way to the bar and stops beside the chairs. Mirio has seen this side of Sir before, but it's never been this bad- the bar seems a bit seedy, maybe questionable, but they aren't going to get tetanus from the chairs. "Do you have a backroom?"
"I'm afraid not, sir," The bartender looks up with a gentle smile on his face- whether he's undeterred by Sir's attitude or built for customer service, Mirio isn't sure. "I believe the other guests should be here momentarily. May I get you three something to drink?"
"No."
"Actually," Yagi-sensei waves as he pulls out a stool. "Do you carry tea?"
"We procured some Black Tips Imperial for the occasion, sir."
"I'll take a cup and some ice water, if you don't mind."
"No trouble at all, sir."
Mirio can't help smiling as Sir and Yagi-sensei share a wordless conversation behind the barman's back. Sir is hellbent on getting in and getting out, it seems. Yagi-sensei is remarkably relaxed, considering the letter that brought them here… but he's gradually gotten less formal in the years that Mirio has known him. Neither of them wins- Yagi waves his hands in exasperation and Sir crosses his arms with a scoff- so Mirio takes the seat on Yagi-sensei's left.
"May I get a glass of ice water as well?"
"Of course, sir," The bartender sets down his teapot and pulls another glass from the shelf. He moves slowly, with an air of certainty that speaks of experience tending customers. Water comes first, and the bartender makes a show of setting Yagi's teacup on a saucer before he turns and slides it across the bar.
"Many thanks, young man."
"The pleasure is all mine, All Might."
Mirio's fingers tighten around the glass. The bartender grabs a rag and wipes off his gloves: sleek black things that cling to his knuckles and wrap around the man's wrists. He's dressed in a dark green dress shirt and a black vest. The buttons near his throat are unbuttoned and his sleeves are cuffed tightly just above his elbows—
Business casual, or business criminal?
"Always happy to meet a fan," Yagi-sensei licks his lips, slowly returning his teacup to its saucer. "Have we met before? I'm afraid my memory is going in my old age."
"I ran into you once," The bartender hums and frowns as if he's unsure how to answer. "We weren't introduced, though, so I can hardly blame you for not remembering."
"That seems improbable." Nighteye growls.
"He was worried about more important things," The barman smiles and shrugs.
"Perhaps I can make up for my negligence after the fact?" Yagi-sensei coughs and swallows- blood, please, not fear- as he works up a mostly fake smile. "It appears I've done you disservice, young man, so if I can do anything…"
"We'll get to that."
Mirio frowns when he realizes just how much the stranger moves. He hasn't stopped moving since they arrived- be it polishing glasses, or preparing their drinks, or answering their questions- until now. Now, with his eyes settled on Yagi-sensei, the man seems out of place. Such a cold mask doesn't suit him, Mirio thinks. It feels less villainous than it should, almost like a parent scolding their child or a teacher addressing his student.
Their deadlock is broken by a draft.
"That'll be our other guests!" The stranger replaces his barman's mask, turning towards the end of the bar with a soft smile. Mirio is on his feet the moment he sees the black mist. Sir is at his side in a moment, anchoring him with a grip just shy of painfully digging into his shoulder.
Shigaraki Tomura growls audibly as he steps through the portal on the far side of the room. Kurogiri hovers on his right, ever faithful, and a short, balding man in a lab coat trembles on his left. The three of them hesitate at the edge of the portal, glaring at the heroes for a moment before glaring hatefully at the man behind the bar.
"You kept us waiting…!" Shigaraki hisses. He raises his hands, drawn back into something resembling human talons, but rather than sweeping in for an attack Shigaraki grinds his teeth and clenches his fists.
"That's a bit much." The barman huffs. "I've hardly served their drinks."
"Enough, Tomura." A tall man in a black suit stalks past the other villains, coming to a stop two steps closer than the others. Sir's fingers dig into Mirio's shoulder like knives, but the warning is too late; the pressure coming from this villain is an explanation in and of itself. All for One's face is covered by a tall black helmet, though Mirio isn't sure if that makes this better or worse.
Would he look less like a devil if he had a human face?
"A drink, sir?" The barman is the only one unfazed by the villains' presence. Mirio risks a glance- the stranger is perfectly at ease behind the bar, almost… amused? Is his smile a little wider, now?
"How trite. Do you expect me to indulge your foolish little game? My patience was thin enough BEFORE you invited All Might to my home," All for One moves slowly- not unlike the stranger behind the bar. A hand rises from his pocket, waved playfully at the space between them despite the irritation in his voice. "I'm tempted to kill everyone here and gamble on the doctor's success."
"Yes, yes, you're a scary supervillain," The barman rolls his eyes, raising his palms and wiggling his fingers in mock terror, then opens a fridge near his leg. "Soda, Tenko-san?"
"I'm twenty-seven!" Shigaraki is all but screaming. "And my name isn't Tenko!"
"Age has nothing to do with it," The barman pulls the tab on some kind of soda can and sets it on the bar. "Only a zombie would serve you alcohol, Tenko-san. I'll take my chances in a fair fight before I risk my liquor license, thanks."
A raised hand from All for One is the only thing that keeps Shigaraki from going berserk.
"I'd hardly call it a fair fight when you're blackmailing us. And before you deny it, I like to think I'm somewhat of an expert on blackmail."
"Not quite an expert on fair fights, though." The barman replies. Mirio gapes as the man lays out sake cups and sets an expensive bottle on the counter, then sets an equally expensive bottle of whiskey beside it and lays out an equal number of shot glasses. "And I'd hardly call this blackmail. You can call it blackmail, like a child, or we can be honest with one another and agree that I'm a consequence of your actions."
Mirio pales when he hears the faint hissing coming from behind him- the sound of steam filling the room, and the faint groan of the floorboards as something large and dangerous begins moving. Yagi-sensei's suit stretches to the seams to contain his presence.
All Might arrives dressed for All for One's funeral.
"That's funny…" All Might stalks past Sir's shoulder like the giant he's supposed to be, shaking as if he's barely able to keep from ripping his enemy apart despite the consequences. Though, considering the end result… Mirio isn't sure if the cost is heavy enough. Who needs One for All if All for One is dead? "I must be hallucinating! Last time I saw you, I turned your face to a PULP."
"Yes, well," All for One's mask tilts a bit, as if the villain can't be bothered to address All Might- or, Mirio thinks, All Might isn't as much of a threat as the bartender. "When one says they're going to kill someone, one should follow through- it's good manners, isn't it? I suppose a hero wouldn't understand, but I've always considered myself a businessman first and foremost."
"A businessman? Don't make me laugh! Why don't I take that mask off for you?" All Might's knuckles crack like gunshots. "Dead men don't deserve life support."
"ENOUGH." The barman snaps, frowning at both of them. "Sit. DOWN. Both of you."
No one moves at first. The two men, both titans in their own right, glare at one another as though weighing the consequences. Mirio remains perched on the balls of his feet, ready to join the fray, but no one dares make the first move.
They keep coming back to the man behind the bar.
The wild card.
He looks at each of them in turn- All for One, All Might, Mirio, Shigaraki, Sir- and then he smiles.
"Look at all of you, so eager!" The Stranger smiles at them mockingly, then frowns as if he can't stand the acid on his tongue. "How noble, All Might, to sacrifice all the innocent people living in this neighborhood. Sure, it's a slum, but what do their lives mean if you're able to kill one man! Oh, no, RE-KILL one man. Re-kill? De-resurrect? Desurrect…? No, I don't think that's a word…
"And you, the so-called King of the Underworld," The Stranger sneers at the name. "A half dead has-been playing with pet zombies. I thought that you'd be on your best behavior, but I guess you need someone to remind you of the stakes."
The Stranger grabs a pair of silver cubes from the shelf behind the bar, juggling them with one hand as he stares at All for One's mask. Behind All for One, the man in the lab coat- the doctor? – squeaks and raises his hands frantically, as if the cubes are fragile or… valuable? At first glance they seem metallic, a little bigger than Mirio's palm on each side with ridged edges and diagonal lines crossing each face.
"I'm guessing the good doctor hasn't told you yet, so let's get everything out in the open," The Stranger smiles again. "How many samples of Hyper Regeneration and All for One do you have left, doctor?"
The doctor's jaw drops. If the frantic way he's looking at All for One's back means anything…
"Answer the man's question, Tsubasa." All for One's voice is joyful, at first, but as the silence drags on, he shifts as if he's beginning to question his trump card. "Is there something you need to tell me, Doctor?"
"I, I… I don't… We have some of each, sir…!" Doctor Tsubasa sniffs, wringing his hands as if he's on the brink of sobbing. "But… the Nomu, they…!"
"What the good doctor is TRYING to say," The Stranger smirks at the mask as he snatches one of the cubes out of the air. "Is that I decided to help you out! I was sneaking around your evil lair and I found your power bill. Running that many industrial freezers and water tanks, AND all that reanimation tech? Those quirk splicing experiments just aren't realistic in today's market. So I took the liberty of sealing all the copies you had lying around."
A fresh wave of pressure rolls through the room, drowning them in killing intent. Doctor Tsubasa hits the floor with a shriek, scrambling back against the wall of the bar; even Shigaraki cowers behind All for One's back. Mirio has to bite his lip to keep from shaking.
The Stranger keeps smiling.
"What can I say? I'm pro-life! Zombies are bad for the environment. Which means you've only got the one copy of All for One that I left you with and these—" He starts juggling the cubes again, grinning just a bit more. "—are the only hope you have of regaining your position!"
"And here you are, taunting me with the power you've stolen…" All for One growls. "What's keeping me from killing you and taking them back?"
"Try it."
Mirio chokes as the cubes fly through the air. All for One lurches a bit before he evens out his movements and catches them, staring at the paperweights clutched in his hands.
"See?" The Stranger huffs. "Those are, without a doubt, your quirks. All for One is on your left, in case you're curious."
"Then this is your doing." All for One's hands tighten around the cubes.
"Yes and no," The Stranger walks forward, staring up at All for One as he takes back the cubes. He frowns up at All for One as he tries to take back the second- the 'All for One' cube – and continues to pull until the villain lets go. Once he's placed the cubes behind the bar, he turns back to All for One. "The explanation of my… abilities… is one part of our business today. One of the reasons I called you all here."
"What reason do we have to believe you?" Nighteye snaps. Mirio feels a stab of grief pierce his heart when he sees the rage on his mentor's face. "Even if you are who you say you are, even you're capable of what you SAY you're capable of—!"
Sir trails off, nearly gasping for breath, and the grief twists deep, deeper still, into Mirio's chest. It isn't a stretch to claim that Sir is the reason he is who he is today. Not many people know Sir Nighteye well enough to see past the cold exterior, but Mirio wants to believe that he can… he wants to believe it when Sir weeps for his loss, for the promise that Sir had made to Mirio and All Might.
But believing that doesn't make this any easier.
Mirio can't help feeling responsible for the rage and grief that are tearing his master apart.
"Do you need another example, Nighteye?" The Stranger asks. Panic runs down Mirio's spine: panic that drives him to move.
"No!" He puts himself between them and glares at the man behind the bar. "We've seen enough! No more examples."
Is it Mirio's optimism, or his naïveté, that finds gratitude in the Stranger's eyes?
"Lemillion makes a good point," The Stranger says. "You're all busy men, so I shouldn't keep you too long. To business?"
The Stranger waves them towards the couches on the other side of the room, villains on one side, heroes on the other, and asks them to sit while he sets the alcohol from before onto the table between them. He makes a point of laying out a cup for each liquor, for each person, and asks them what they prefer.
Not that anyone responds.
Mirio hasn't decided whether the Stranger is the most confident man he's ever met or if he's… crazy. But crazy doesn't really do it justice- this stranger, armed with nothing but his outrageous claims and two bottles of liquor, stared the world's Number One Hero and the world's most prolific supervillain in the eye (er, mask?) and told them to play nice. No one in history has ever lived to see these two men in the same room, and now here they are! Sharing a drink while they discuss the terms of… something.
This doesn't feel like a negotiation.
Less so when the Stranger sets a third silver cube on top the other two.
"Now that we're all comfortable and everyone understands what's on the table," The Stranger sighs as he settles into an armchair, wearing that soft smile from before as he looks at both sides. "I'm hoping we can come to an understanding."
No one has a response to that. Well, they don't say anything- the way All Might is glaring at All for One says plenty. Sir isn't very talkative either, which isn't helping. Mirio is sort of depending on Nighteye's negotiation to get them through this.
"I think—" Mirio freezes up for a bit when they all look his way. The Stranger smiles a little bit more, nodding and waving for him to continue as if All for One isn't planning his murder, as if All Might isn't giving him a look that says Be Quiet. "What… I mean, er, we all know one another, to a point… but no one knows who you are. Or how you're involved, or how you do… that."
He doesn't point at the cubes. Everyone shifts uncomfortably anyways.
"That's a bit of a problem," The Stranger says. "See, I'm not really trying to hide it- I can't show you, but even considering present company, none of you would believe me."
"It couldn't hurt, considering how you got us here…?" Mirio chuckles, eyeing the shot of whiskey in front of him more with each passing moment.
"Oh, shoot, I forgot water. Hold on!" The Stranger leaps over the table, taking it like a gazelle in stride, and darts behind the bar. "This would be a lot easier with the detective but putting him in the same room as All for One would be cruel for both of them. I don't mind telling my story, but if I'm not home by dinner then things will get messy."
The Stranger comes back out with a tray balanced on one hand, carefully setting a glass of ice water out for each person, then returns one last time with a fresh cup of tea for All Might.
"There… Now," The Stranger frowns as he settles in again. "Before I tell you my side, why don't I explain what I want?"
"That sounds good." It hurts Mirio to smile. Really. But someone has to play along.
"See, I'm a huge fan of All Might. Always have been," The Stranger smiles up at All Might nervously, and despite the seriousness of the situation Mirio actually believes it. "I know that I'm standing between you and your archnemesis and stole your legacy, so you probably hate my guts and want to arrest me, but… huge fan. HUGE."
"That hardly means anything in the face of your crimes." Sir scoffs, crossing a leg over his knee.
"I just said that. I just… Right. Fine. I'm a huge fan. I've spent a lot of my life studying quirks, too. But when I learned about you two, about One for All and All for One, I realized that this can't keep going on," The Stranger takes a breath and a sip of his water, settling back in his chair with a small frown. "What I want is for you two to stop fighting."
"THAT is why you called us here?" All for One laughs at the notion. All Might doesn't seem much better, though he's hardly happy about it.
"I've done a pretty good job so far," The Stranger says.
All for One stares at him. The Stranger smiles back. Eventually All for One waves a hand, beckoning the Stranger to continue. Somehow the action seems petulant.
Brilliant, Mirio thinks. I'll never be able to take him seriously now.
"You're both critically injured. You're both nursing a centuries old grudge and passing it on to the next generation, brainwashing some bright-eyed kid into whatever doctrine you can sell them… no offense, Lemillion," The Stranger shoots Mirio a smile. "Big fan, really. Great work with the Overhaul case."
"Thanks?"
"Of course. The point is, Shimura Tenko might not have been a casualty if not for this silly family dispute. He's still NOT a casualty…" The Stranger looks at Shigaraki, who scowls over the lip of his soda with chapped lips, tangled hair and crusty hands, and shrugs. "Yet. Not a casualty yet. Definitely needs therapy. A dermatologist might help, but I'd bet money that it has something to do with his quirk and the trauma that All for One keeps playing up to keep them both entertained—"
"Your point?" Nighteye snaps.
"You're not helping." The Stranger glares at Sir for a moment, then rolls his eyes. "My point is that there are casualties on both sides. People you both… I don't know if All for One cares, really, that seems a bit of a stretch for a sociopathic narcissist. People on both sides are getting caught up in your fight, and you're both already dead."
All Might softens a little bit. Even Shigaraki and Doctor Tsubasa look a bit cowed by the statement.
"That's easily fixed when I get my quirk back." All for One says.
"Seriously? We were having a moment." The Stranger groans.
"I don't know who you are," All Might takes a breath, staring at the Stranger with the full force of One for All. "But no matter what you do with One for All… You cannot return All for One to that man. That quirk must never—!"
"I agree."
The surprise must show on Mirio's face. It shows on All Might's, and Sir…
Oh. Sir does NOT look happy.
"I've seen parts of these quirks that neither of you can even comprehend," The Stranger says, steepling his fingers as he looks back and forth between the two sides. "My crew all took one look at who you are and decided that none of you are capable of wielding these powers. We only left one, both because it was already where it belonged and because the user surprised us— because he continues to surprise everyone, and we want to see what kind of hero he becomes."
Mirio swallows as the attentions shifts to him. The Stranger looks… He's seen a lot of things in this person's eyes, but he's not sure how he feels seeing pride. Whoever this guy is, he's younger than Mirio, and he's a criminal.
Probably.
"What about mine?!" Shigaraki hisses. "Why is it that only the heroes get to keep their quirks!"
"You're clinically psychotic," The Stranger shrugs. "And you're an unrepentant murderer. And you tried to kill a bunch of our friends. It was unanimous, really. You're lucky we didn't do worse."
"I don't quite see the point of a peace conference between our two sides if you're not returning my quirk." All for One says. "The heroes have won, is that not the case?"
"There's two things. Normally, my crew gives people a chance to repent. We don't go after people who are willing to change. But these two… One for All and All for One are different. They're too powerful. This isn't a consequence of All Might's actions, or Lemillion's, specifically," The Stranger frowns at All for One. "You guys had it coming. But if Shigaraki is a consequence of All for One, then so is One for All. The first reason for this meeting is to clear the air. I wanted you all to know that I am responsible for this, and that this is a consequence of your battles."
"So you wish to put a target on your back?" All for One laughs. "You truly are a fool. Even if I didn't spread the word on my end, these heroes will go to the police. You'll be arrested before the week is out!"
"What I do isn't against the law," The Stranger says. "And even if it was, there's no evidence. Besides, didn't I tell you before? If you do anything to me, then the quirks I've taken are gone permanently."
"Plenty of people would be glad to see you off the streets." All for One growls.
"Will you?" The Stranger grins. All for One remains silent. "I'm not flaunting my crime. This is simply a statement to both of you, the ones who fought and bled over One for All and All for One…"
The Stranger's smile disappears, replaced by a small frown and very serious green eyes.
"Your fight is done."
"And the second reason?" Nighteye mutters. "You said there were two, didn't you?"
"That," The Stranger purses his lips, thinking for a moment. "Yes, there is a second reason. But like I said before, it kinda goes back to that whole 'unbelievable' thing, so it's not as important as the first thing."
"I think," Nighteye says. "That if you are going to meddle in our lives, we deserve to know why."
The Stranger stares at him for a moment, considering something, before he takes a breath and steels himself.
"Not yours," He says, looking Sir Nighteye straight in the eye. "You and Doctor Tsubasa… you're accessories. I'm fond of your career, and I respect you Sir Nighteye, but you were only invited because I wanted All Might and Lemillion to feel at ease."
"How DARE you?" Nighteye's fury is almost tangible, like copper on Mirio's tongue, and when his mentor leans forward Mirio perches on the edge of his seat, just in case his mentor decides to slug their host and break the fragile ceasefire they've been sitting on. Luckily, Nighteye stops short, looming over the Stranger with wild eyes and clenched fists. "I'm an accessory? And who are YOU?! A nobody? Some stranger who came in AFTER All Might's injury, after All for One ruined countless lives, and decided that my friend, that my STUDENT, were just as guilty! Who are you to decide what happens to All Might's legacy!"
The Stranger… disappears as Nighteye begins to scream.
The emotion bleeds from his face, leaving behind a mask. Something alien. It borders on disappointment, but the longer it remains the more Mirio is tempted to call it resignation. Acceptance of something much larger than himself, larger than whomever the Stranger is looking at.
When that expression hardens, Mirio prepares himself for a blow that will never come. The look itself feels like the moment before impact, as if a train is bearing down on them and they're all frozen on the tracks.
"You're right, Nighteye," The Stranger blinks. "To you, I'm nobody important. To All Might, and to Shigaraki, and to All for One, I'm nobody important. No one here would know who I am if I hadn't come along and taken your quirks, right?"
The Stranger smiles, mocking himself as much as Nighteye. He puts his hands on the armrests slowly, standing directly in Sir's space- forcing the hero back into his chair- and turns to All Might.
"I'm a quirkless kid who wanted to be a hero. All Might, one of the only two people in the world who could fix my problem, told me to give up." The Stranger turns, looking Shigaraki dead in the eye. "I'm someone who's family and friends were put in danger by Shigaraki, and by All for One."
He turns to Mirio, looking him dead in the eye with his mask of resignation.
"I'm one of Lemillion's kouhai. I praised his work and his quirk, and Sun Eater's quirk, and Nejire-chan's quirk. I'm the one who figured out the details of Overhaul's experiments, Nighteye. But when I told your apprentice, he brushed me off and told me to leave it to the heroes."
Ah, Mirio thinks, that's why I recognize him, isn't it?
"Midoriya…?"
"Not hard to forget, is it?" Midoriya digs a gloved hand into his hair and smiles, amused and sarcastic. "But everyone forgets."
"You…" All Might is next, apparently- he lurches to his feet, towering over Midoriya with wide eyes. "The slime villain? That boy!"
"Seven years ago, today, did you know? I graduated from the General Education department. We talked a few times at Yūei, even during that first month my freshman year, but you'd already forgotten." Midoriya scoffs, frowning at his one-time idol. "Bakugō says you remembered him during his battle trials."
Midoriya sighs, reaches down and plucks the third cube from the top of the other two, then looks down at Nighteye with disdain in his eyes.
"My name is Midoriya Izuku. I'm the consequence of your failures, Sir Nighteye."
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A.N.: So this is the beginning of my MHA x Persona story! This will be mostly My Hero with themes from Persona: the Velvet Room, the Metaverse/TV world/Tartarus -esque situation, but rather than spiralling towards the final encounter like the Persona series this will be more of an... exploration? Like, there is a build up. This story is about Izuku putting together his crew and making the world a better place, all leading up to THIS ENCOUNTER.
My plan is to post back and forth: every update will be two chapters, or more, with a "present day" chapter and a "prologue chapter(s)" that explains how things led up to the point we've reached in the "present day" chapters. If everyone hates this I might reorganize it but honestly I'm having fun with the present day crew and the Prologue chapters are giving me grief. Let me know how you guys feel about this! Feel free to PM me here on FF or message my discord or my Tumblr! (I could use friends, and I'll probably spoil things or let you know my thought process)
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