[A Bro/ken Rewind]

'—' followed by a name indicates a POV shift

'—' by itself indicates a time skip in the same POV

Warning.

This fanfiction may contain My Hero Academia manga spoilers.

Please read at your own discretion. Enjoy!

[PART I: BROKEN]

A broken clock sits on the table.

Its hands are bent and the numbers are missing.

Still, the clock continues to tick, tick, tick.

It does not know it is broken.

[PROLOGUE]

—

ERI

It all happened so quickly. One minute, Eri found herself up in the air, clinging onto Deku for dear life, and the next, she had crashed to the floor with him, watching him spiral out of control. She knew it was her fault. She knew she was causing it. Everything had been going fine. Eri had been able to help him, Deku was winning the battle, and yet now she didn't know how to make it stop. It was happening again and she couldn't fix it.

Eri gripped Deku's shirt tightly because she didn't know what to do. She could feel him struggling, she could hear him groaning in pain and it terrified her. The horn on her head was burning through her skull, reminding her that this was all her fault. Showing her flashbacks of when it had happened with her father.

Papa…

Eri's bottom lip trembled as she started to cry.

Papa, I didn't mean to make you disappear. So, please make it stop. Please. I promise I'll never use it again. I promise I'll never hurt anyone else again, please just, stop!

And then, it did. Eri looked up just in time to see one of the heroes fixing his gaze on Deku as he poked his head out of the hole a couple of feet away from them. After he made eye contact with both of them, Deku stopped struggling and slumped forward slightly, breathing heavily with eyes closed. Even if the pain coming from Eri's horn momentarily paused, she could feel it in her mind and soul. The thought of having caused another person harm too much to bear.

So Eri did the only thing that made sense to her at that moment. She ran away, looking back just in time to see Deku slump to the ground. The other wounded heroes quickly surrounded him. Some of them even started going after her but she didn't stop. Not even when they called her name. She just kept going, ignoring the pain from her weakened body and the headache that grew stronger with each step. Her quirk normally made it so that her body naturally healed itself but it didn't seem to be active. Good. And Eri hoped it never activated again.

Each time her naked feet hit the ground, Eri heard a loud throb echo throughout her head. The more she pushed herself, the harder it became to breathe, especially since she couldn't stop crying. Soon it also became hard to see. The tears in her eyes were too much and there was no one there to wipe them away.

As Eri continued running, she watched Deku's body fall over and over in her head. No matter how hard she pumped her legs, no matter which street she turned to next, she couldn't escape the image. Her own quirk seemed to be going against her, rewinding her mind to keep her thinking about the image, a never-ending cycle of despair. The way he had stopped moving and his limbs had started to sizzle as if she had burned him from the inside. How he had closed his eyes and wouldn't answer to anyone. She pictured his body in the crater where they had landed, broken and silent.

I killed him, Eri thought, tears streaming down her cheeks. The cold wind whipped at her face, trying to push her body down. Almost as if it too wanted her to go back and see what she had done. What she had caused.

"Eri!"

Eri's eyes widened and she looked back in fear. She knew the heroes would have caught up to her if they weren't injured. That's why she needed to find somewhere to hide and fast.

"Eri-chan, please! We only want to help you!"

I killed another person, Eri turned into a dark alleyway and hid behind a large trash bin, crawling into a crack inside the wall that barely fit her small frame. It was sharp and uncomfortable. It was also cold and smelly, but Eri didn't care. She deserved this. All of it.

Eri buried her face in her hands and held her breath as one of Deku's friends rushed by. She wore some kind of pink costume but it was torn up and bloody.

They all got hurt because of me.

"Eri?" The girl peered into the alleyway and Eri tensed up, trying to make her body as small as possible. "Eri, are you in here? Please, Eri. We're all really worried. We just want to make sure you're safe," she pleaded.

Please just leave me alone. I don't deserve to be saved, Eri thought as the girl passed her. She lifted the trash can off the ground by touching it and then proceeded to do the same with the other bags in the area. Eri watched her in silence. Her heart pounding in her chest and the headache only grew. Eri bit her tongue so hard it started bleeding so she wouldn't scream out from the pain and make her existence known.

"Uravity, I think I saw something move over there, come on," someone said from the entrance of the alley and Uraraka ran off. Eri squeezed her eyes shut when Uraraka glanced at her spot and didn't open them until her footsteps disappeared.

After a few more seconds passed, Eri slowly tucked her knees into her chest and began to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry everyone," she gasped out, trying to catch her breath. Eri should have never let go of Overhaul's hand. She should have never let Deku or Lemillion try to save her. And… and Sir Nighteye too…

She thought back to the way the rocks had gone through his body and squeezed her eyes shut. More tears came out until she was rocking back and forth on the floor. She didn't even remember crawling out of the hole but somehow she had ended up on the ground anyway, bleeding through her bandages. The sound of the explosions from the battle filled her head and she couldn't drown them out. Her headache had intensified to the point where she could no longer think or open her eyes. It hurt to move. It hurt to think.

Eri didn't know how much time had passed, but suddenly she started hearing voices. She didn't recognize them but tried to crawl back to the hole and hide. She wobbled a little and only managed to press her body against the wall. Were the heroes back? She didn't want anyone to find her. Weren't they mad? Weren't they upset? Eri had caused them so much harm, she didn't deserve to be found.

The voices sounded far at first but gradually got closer and closer until she felt shadows looming over her, drowning out the little bit of sun that had been keeping her body warm. More voices. Something poked her arm and then someone picked her up. Eri tried to move, she tried to struggle, but she felt too weak and only managed to lift up her head.

I don't want to go, she wanted to say, but she forgot how to speak.

"Should we take her with us?" she managed to hear someone ask.

"—ask the boss first—" someone else answered.

Eri let her head fall back. The pain in her horn had subsided, only because she started fading out of consciousness. Maybe it would be better this way. She had already caused everybody so much trouble.

It was time to go apologize to Papa and sleep.

—

SHIGARAKI

"WHY HAVEN'T YOU KILLED HER YET? AFTER WHAT SHE DID TO MY IZUKU?! WHY IS SHE STILL ALIVE?" Toga screamed, lunging towards Shigaraki with a knife in her hand.

"Toga-chan!" Twice cried, barely holding her back in time as she struggled against him. Her face was completely red, tears coming out of her eyes and nose. There were claw marks up and down her cheeks and clumps of her hair were scattered around her feet. Shigaraki watched her from his side of the room, completely unphased. Kurogiri stood in front of him protectively, arm stretched out, ready to teleport if Toga tried anything.

"You have to calm down, please!" Twice begged, as he produced another clone of himself to hold her down. Toga stopped fighting him and crumpled to her knees, her entire body trembling. She started pounding her head against the floor, wailing loudly and screaming until her voice cracked.

Shigaraki stared her down but didn't say anything. He looked over at Kurogiri instead. "Where is she?"

Kurogiri turned slowly, his eyes still on Toga in case she pounced. Shigaraki wasn't worried though. If it came down to it, he was prepared to kill Toga too. Her obsession with Izuku Midoriya was starting to get fucking annoying. He wished he really was dead so she could shut up about him already.

"Come with me. I'll take you to her," came his steady voice. Shigaraki followed Kurogiri out the door, kicking Toga's knife to the other side of the room when he passed her. She didn't look up at all and continued facing the floor, a pool of blood and tears forming below her face.

"Spinner's been guarding the door," Kurogiri explained as they passed various abandoned rooms, Toga's cries fading in the distance. They were currently hiding out in an abandoned factory now that the Hassaikai headquarters had been found out by the heroes and police.

When they arrived, Spinner straightened and stepped aside to let them in. Shigaraki wasted no time and swung the door open watching as it disintegrated in a pile by his feet. Once the dust had settled, he shuffled inside the room, fully prepared to see a crying little girl who would be begging for them to release her. But instead, Shigaraki only saw an unmoving body, staring blankly at the opposite wall, hair framing her gaunt face. Dry-eyed and unmoving.

"She hates me, doesn't she?"

Shigaraki squinted down at Eri's crumpled body in the corner of the room and frowned. "What?"

The little girl slowly lifted up her head and looked past him, pointing to the direction he had come from. "The girl who screamed. I can tell." She whispered.

"Toga hates everyone, she'll get over it," Shigaraki grumbled, scratching at his chest as he stared at Eri's crumpled form on the floor. Her body had bruised overnight and the wounds on her arms looked infected. Kurogiri had told him her quirk could rewind things, but he didn't understand why she hadn't used it on herself yet. Seeing her sit there, unmoving, angered him. Why wasn't she crying? Her body trembled, but Shigaraki assumed she must have been cold.

"It's because I killed him, right?"

It took him a moment to realize she had spoken again. Her voice was so quiet it faded into the eerie silence of the room.

"What? You mean that bastard, Izuku Midoriya?"

She didn't move and Shigaraki scoffed as the itch spread up his neck. "He isn't dead," He heard her sharp intake of breath but she still didn't move. "Yet," Shigaraki finished. But he might as well be. Izuku Midoriya had been in a coma for three days now but Shigaraki only knew that because of the news.

Shigaraki stopped scratching to clench his fists. He felt frustrated. How could a mere child do this when he had been trying to get rid of Midoriya for months? Even if it had been an accident, he found it infuriating.

"What do you mean?" Eri whispered as their eyes met. The lack of tears in her eyes bothered him more than anything.

"Ah, just shut the fuck up already. God, I fucking hate kids. They ask too many questions, they're annoying," Shigaraki slammed his hand on the wall her eyes had been focused on. It turned to dust.

"Okay." Eri whimpered, but her reaction made him even angrier. Shigaraki wiped off the residue from his hands and stomped over to her.

"What did you just say to me, little girl?"

Eri rubbed at her eyes and gave him a tired glance. She looked like she would pass out any second now. Her eyelids were drooping and her skin had a yellow tinge to it. "I said, 'okay'," she lowered her gaze.

Shigaraki ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn't understand. He didn't get it. "Aren't you scared? Don't you get what's happening to you? We're villains, not heroes. You were kidnapped, not saved. Why aren't you begging for us to let you go?"

"I just don't want to cause anyone trouble anymore."

Shigaraki yanked her up by the neck making sure not to activate his quirk as he gripped tightly. She gave him an empty stare, a curtain of hair caked with blood falling over her eyes. There didn't seem to be any fear in her eyes. She remained completely silent.

"Shigaraki…" Kurogiri warned from behind, but Shigaraki ignored him.

"Cry," he commanded. When Eri didn't move, Shigaraki placed his other hand around her throat and squeezed tighter until he forced the tears to come out. She let out a tiny squeak but didn't say anything else.

"Why aren't you fucking crying? Isn't that what little kids do? Cry!"

Images of his younger self, crying and huddled in a corner replayed in his mind every time he blinked. The more he stared at her, the more he thought about that night. The more he wanted to rip his skin off and turn everything to dust.

"Shigaraki," this time it was Spinner talking, "she's traumatized–"

"I DON'T CARE!" Shigaraki looked back with a shout. "I was too, you know?" He wanted to say, but let out a bitter laugh instead, shaking Eri's frail body around a bit until her hair moved out of the way and he could see her entire face. Her lips had turned completely blue and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Shigaraki frowned and quickly let go, ignoring the sound her bones made when she hit the floor.

"Shigaraki. Please, that's enough." Spinner quickly stepped into the room but Shigaraki outstretched his hand, inches away from disintegrating the reptilian's face.

"I don't know how long she'll survive given the state she's in, but don't feed her until she cries." Shigaraki hissed. The itch had become unbearable now, and he started clawing at his throat until he drew blood.

Spinner let out a low growl and stepped back. "She'll die without food, Shigaraki."

"I said–" Shigaraki flipped over the only table in the room and watched as it broke into a bunch of tiny little pieces. "Don't. Feed. Her. Until. She. Fucking. Cries. I'm not going to repeat myself again." Shigaraki glared at Spinner and then at Kurogiri who still stood by the door.

Eri seemed to have come back to consciousness as the sound of her weak coughs filled the room. Shigaraki glanced down at her again and watched her throw up a bunch of bloody bile. He looked away in disgust as Spinner pushed past him and rushed towards her. He glanced back and watched as he held her in his arms and then quickly looked away. That image only made him angrier so he took off without another word, Kurogiri on his heels.

"I swear to god if Spinner gives that little brat anything to eat–"

"I'll make sure he doesn't," Kurogiri sighed. He seemed to hesitate before he spoke again. "But boss, your neck–"

"I don't want to be bothered for the next 24 hours. Got it?"

Shigaraki didn't wait for Kurogiri to answer and entered the closest room, slamming the door and watching as the walls shook. It was some kind of abandoned storage area with boxes full of glass. Shigaraki kicked and punched them until he had created a mound of dust that was knee-deep. His chest rose and fell and he tried to keep his eyes open, but he ended up collapsing from the exhaustion. He couldn't keep himself from remembering that night and it was all because of that little girl.

He clenched his fists and pulled his body into himself.

Patience, Tomura.

Shigaraki lifted up his head and blinked, trying to concentrate on his master's voice. He hadn't heard it in a while and found it comforting. If only he could be here at his side and comfort him like during that night.

M- Master? Is that you?

All For One chuckled inside his head and Shigaraki sat up slowly, looking around in a daze. His heart rate finally calmed down after the rage moment he had experienced. He stared down at his hands blankly, waiting for All For One to answer him.

Indeed. I sensed you were in distress and decided to tune in to your little tantrum.

Shigaraki felt his face burn with shame. You mean, you saw all that?

All For One laughed again, but he didn't sound mad or disappointed. Of course. I see and hear everything because of you. You are my eyes and ears, Tomura.

Then you know about Izuku Midoriya's fate? Shigaraki asked.

Yes. I'm just a little confused about your reaction. Didn't you want to get rid of Midoriya? Shouldn't you be celebrating, at least a little? I mean he isn't entirely dead yet but he might as well be.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes and shook his head. I would be if I had been the one to cut his life short. I just don't understand why you told us to bring the girl to the League… she just, argh. I can't stand her.

All For One seemed to sigh a little before he responded. Well, yes. She could prove to be useful for the League's progress. Whether that be by having her join us or taking her quirk once it's stable enough to extract. Surely you've realized this too?

The itch was back but Shigaraki tried not to think about it, in fear of cutting off his connection with his master. But why? She's just an annoying child that I don't want to be stuck babysitting.

So then why haven't you decayed her yet, Tomura?

Shigaraki opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it when he realized he didn't have an answer.

You very well could. And yet you haven't, why is that? My comment about bringing her to the League was a suggestion, not a command. So do tell me, I'm awfully curious. There's obviously something about her that gets you all riled up beside what she did to Izuku Midoriya, right? What is it?

Shigaraki stood up and stared at the only box he hadn't managed to decay. Upon peering inside, he found a bunch of shards of glass. They must have belonged to a broken mirror. When he saw his reflection, he quickly looked away, but not without noticing how the strands of hair framed his eyes the same way hers had.

I just… he clenched his fists again and furrowed his brows. The damn brat doesn't cry.

Doesn't cry? All For One asked slowly.

No matter what I fucking tell her, how I walk in, what I do to the surrounding area, she doesn't seem scared of me. Not even when I used my quirk or tried to choke her out. It's like that Overhaul bastard primed her to not fear villains or something and I hate it.

All For One stayed silent and Shigaraki held his breath, waiting for an answer and trying to calm down again. Talking about Eri made him want to destroy everything again.

Why? Why do you hate it so much? Why do you care? I've never seen you express so much emotion over someone you barely know, much less a child…

You remember when you found me, right? How fucked up I was. I just don't understand after all the things she's gone through, she doesn't cry. I know she wants to. I can see it in her eyes, yet she holds it in. Why?

Ah, All For One whispered. Of course, I remember, Tomura. You're my successor, my pride and joy. How could I ever forget? But is that the real reason you are feeling this way? Maybe you feel it's unfair, yes?

Shigaraki scowled. What are you talking about?

Well, the similarities between you two are obvious. You both made mistakes. You both struggle with your quirks. And even though they seem in opposition with each other, you both have the power to destroy and take away. Yet she doesn't cry, not like you did.

Don't compare me to that little brat, Shigaraki hissed. The last thing he wanted to do was think about how much she reminded him of himself before All For One had found him.

Alright, I won't, but think about the bigger picture here, Tomura. What it would mean to have the one who got away. The one the heroes couldn't save. How responsible they would feel when they found out she grew up here instead. What it would mean for you. All For One paused. The kind of message it would send, a beginning to bring about the end. That the League is capable of corruption and control. The despair you would spread, how much more powerful you would seem. Not to mention her impressive capabilities if she manages to get them under control, of course.

Shigaraki stared down at his red shoes until they became a red blur. He knew All For One had a point. Everything he spoke about, the plans he had, Shigaraki had considered them all.

Tomura. We've had a lot of silly mistakes in our past. What if there was a way to rewind them?

Shigaraki immediately looked up as if All For One had appeared in front of him. That's impossible. While we were working with Overhaul, we learned about her quirk. She can only Rewind people, not time.

Once she's old enough, once she has gained control of her quirk, there's no telling what could happen. What we could do with such power. She could be useful for us, All For One continued on.

Even though he knew All For One had a point, the thought of that little girl being around for that long bugged him to no end. "Are you saying I can't do this on my own?" Shigaraki growled out loud.

All For One's laugh echoed throughout his head once more. Oh, Tomura you amuse me so much. That's not what I'm saying at all. But just think of the implications, the possibilities, the future.

But Shigaraki didn't want to think about the future. Not if it had anything to do with that little girl.

I'll check on your progress soon. Goodbye, Tomura. Remember what I told you, he heard All for One chuckle and realized his voice moved further and further away with each breath. Shigaraki's heart sped up and he quickly shook his head.

Wait, master, please don't go yet! There's still so much I don't understand.

Patience, Tomura. Patience. All will be revealed in due time. Until then, build your team. Use what has been given to you. That will be the ultimate test.

And then he disappeared and Shigaraki was left with the throbbing headache he always got after talking to All For One. It left him feeling empty and with no direction, especially now after his master had given him such a cryptic message. He felt impatient and frustrated, just like how he had been after All Might had defeated his Nomu.

But most of all, he was conflicted and confused about what to do about the girl. Would she prove useful, as All For One had said? Only time would tell. But all of the clocks in the building had been broken for years.

—

AIZAWA

[Seven years later]

The second Aizawa stepped into the viewing room, he knew he shouldn't have come. Nezu had set him up again. As if sensing his arrival, the short-statured principal turned in his chair with an innocent smile and waved. "Ah, hello, Eraserhead! Thank you for coming on such short notice."

Aizawa gripped the files in his right hand tightly and held back a snide remark as he analyzed the room before him. None of the heroes on staff seemed to have noticed his arrival. They all wore headphones and were focused on the glowing screens before them. Some panels were engulfed in scarlet flames, while others showed various examinees running around in different terrains. As he looked at all of them, Aizawa realized he hadn't talked to or seen any of them in person since last year. A result of his own self-isolation.

"If I knew you were going to be busy today, I would have come by tomorrow," Aizawa looked away and pulled up his scarf to hide the scowl that started forming on his face. Nezu had called him in the early morning to request some paperwork from the police department Aizawa now worked at. The phone call itself had seemed strange and sudden, but Aizawa had thought nothing of it, too tired to figure out that the entrance exams were today. Ever since he had quit teaching, Aizawa tried to stay out of anything that had to do with student affairs.

But ever since he quit, Nezu had been trying to get him to come back every year. From introducing him to top students to bribing him with a salary raise that grew every time they spoke, Aizawa had heard it all. His answer remained the same each time, however.

No.

Nezu jumped off his chair and walked over with a smile. "Don't worry about it, Eraser. Now that you're here though, why don't you stay and watch with us? We can take care of the paperwork afterward. This year's candidates look very promising indeed and I'd like your expert opinion on a few of them." He placed his paw on the folder in Aizawa's hand.

Aizawa quickly stepped back, narrowing his eyes at him. "Nezu, give it a rest. There is nothing you can say or do that will make me change my mind about teaching here ever again."

Nezu's smile seemed to widen even more, but his words were drowned out by a collective gasp from everyone in the room. Even though the staff wore headphones, Aizawa had heard the explosion too.

Boom.

Midnight sprang up from her chair and pointed at the screen, her eyes wide. Aizawa followed her finger and tried to figure out what had grabbed everyone's attention so suddenly. His gaze settled on the screen in the far right corner and he squinted. Aizawa could barely make out the setting to be some kind of ruined city because of the smoke that covered the screen. But then, out of nowhere, a girl burst through the chaos. She wore a plain grey uniform. It didn't seem to belong to any school he recognized. Without the red bandana that concealed her hair, she would have faded into the background.

Aizawa watched as if by magic, the scars and burns on her skin disappeared while she somersaulted to the floor just in time to catch something that had fallen from the sky. He furrowed his brows and stepped closer to the screen. The girl seemed to stare back. Despite the smoke, Aizawa could tell her eyes were red, the color of a shiny apple. It was the only part of her face that stood out.

"Whoa, that's gotta be her quirk's doing," someone next to him spoke. Aizawa figured it had been Vlad King, he recognized the scruffy deep voice.

Aizawa took another step forward and watched as the girl's skin finished repairing itself, trying to figure out her quirk as well. But no matter how interesting her ability seemed, he kept going back to her eyes. The more he stared at them, the more familiar they seemed. The more familiar she seemed.

But as soon as Aizawa blinked, the girl disappeared. A robot wheeled past the screen instead, followed by two other students. Aizawa slumped forward and frowned.

"It has to be," Cementoss responded. "Otherwise there's no way she'd managed to escape unscathed. Is her power some kind of physical regeneration?"

Aizawa shook his head but didn't say anything. Even though he had been focused on her eyes, he remembered seeing something glowing on the top of her forehead while her skin healed. There was something familiar about that too. He needed to see her again to be sure though.

"Intrigued?" He heard Nezu ask, but Aizawa ignored him, stumbling past the table and searching all the other screens for the girl.

"Eraserhead? What are you doing here?" Midnight asked as he walked past her, but he ignored her too.

Every time he saw a flash of red, his heart would speed up and he'd lean forward. But the more Aizawa searched, the harder it became to distinguish anyone in particular from the crowd. Dozens of students with similar red things filled the screen; hair ribbons, hats, baseball caps, and more. He felt the familiar sting in his eyes that indicated he had been keeping his eyes open for more than fifteen minutes, but Aizawa didn't close them. He kept looking and each time the screens close-upped on a student's face, held his breath.

If the center screen hadn't panned down to a broken-down building, Aizawa would have missed her altogether. The girl no longer had her bandana, wavy white locks blowing around her head as she ran inside. He only recognized her because of the plainness of her tracksuit.

But when her image popped up on the screen again, Aizawa froze.

Now inside the building, the girl's hair had settled neatly around her head. Upon further inspection, Aizawa realized the white was actually a very light blue. And as his eyes traveled up to where her bandana used to be, he saw the source of light he had identified earlier. He saw her horn.

Aizawa's mouth went dry and he nearly choked on his own spit.

"Eraser! Are you alright?" Someone asked, but the sound of Aizawa's increasing heartbeat drowned out any other sound.

"It can't be," Aizawa mumbled out loud, shuffling forward and pressing a shaky hand against the screen. The girl turned and they seemed to make eye contact again. Aizawa had trained himself to forget what Eri looked like ever since they had pronounced her dead, but as he stared back at her now, he realized he had never truly forgotten.

Even though she looked much older now, there was no denying it.

Part of Aizawa's mind realized how ridiculous the idea sounded, which is why it probably took so long for him to move his body. But at that moment, Aizawa didn't care about the fact that this could all be just a coincidence. That this girl could just be another part of his sleep-deprived mind where he often conjured up images of people he had let down in his past. Students like Izuku Midoriya who had been sleeping for a long time and had only just now woken up, and Ochako Uraraka who had told him she was going to quit the hero program the last time he had seen her. Kids like Eri who had had their bright futures taken from them, while he had been unable to stop any of it from happening.

At that moment, Aizawa didn't care how ridiculous the idea of this girl being Eri sounded in his head. He only wanted her to be. So right as the camera switched to another student, Aizawa took off before anyone could stop him. Before his thoughts and reason could stop him. Because even if he had tried to bury all the hope in his heart for Eri ever since that day, he knew deep down it had always remained.

So Aizawa ran.

Phew, Broken Rewind is finally here everybody! After weeks of drafting, I am so beyond excited to bring this fic to life and share it with you all. By no means is it perfect in my opinion, but I couldn't wait any longer and had to post it. I've had this idea in my head for a while, especially after I saw the MHA Wiki page that described all the similarities between Shigaraki and Eri. Then I just went off on a tangent thinking about how things would be different if Eri grew up with the League instead and thus Broken Rewind was created!

I actually already have this whole fic planned out which differs from my first one (Hero Analytics, which you should totally check out *wink wink*) where I'm writing it as I go. I have the ending of BR figured out too.

As for manga spoilers, there shouldn't be any large ones in the beginning. Maybe Shigaraki's backstory is the only thing that will be mentioned, but even then I'll try and either warn you at the beginning or make it vague. Sometimes, I might accidentally miss a spoiler though, so don't put my head on a stick please (see the disclaimer at the top). Also, Shigaraki is still in the dark about a lot of things about AFO and OFA, but that's all I'm gonna say!

And yeah, that's pretty much it. I was also kind of tired of writing Izuku as the main character, so I decided to change things up a bit and follow Eri instead (don't get me wrong, I love him, I just needed to do something different!) anyway, I hope you stick around for the trainwreck that is my writing and the convoluted mess of morals that BR will become.

I'd love to hear your thoughts and as always, appreciate the support. Thanks for reading everyone! Melon, out~