A/N: This chapter was written on caffein rush, listening to the sounds of rain and Acoustic Version of Unravel.

So, I am back ish? As was probably noticed, I ditched the other story and for that, I am terribly sorry. I lost the drive for that one. I am sorry to people who might have enjoyed that.

I realised that I was doing a copy/paste of the canon and we all know that one already, don't we? Reading the same thing can be only interesting for so long.

So one day, I thought about multiverses. How the smallest of changes can cause huge impact on the life in general. I started thinking of 'wow, there's so much I can do and change and why not'? I want to create something unique. Something new - retaining the characters but adding my own 'spice' per say? Small variations that can cause huge impact later on. New ish arcs, villains, problems and so on.

One aspect that I really want to try and explore is the huge world of MHA that isn't shown. The differences that arise in society due different quirks, the corruption of ruling powers, the HPSC and how one's surrounding shapes the person they ultimately become.

I am not saying this will be AU. There will be changes, yes, but I believe not on the borderline of AU. I'll see how it goes.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this new creation. I'll try to get the next chapter done asap, but my lifestyle doesn't give much time sadly. In the mean time, I hope you'll enjoy this prologue.

See you all around.


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People are not born equal. In a world where superpowers are reality, the inequality feels greater than ever. If your quirk is weak or scary, or worse yet - if you have none – you can truly feel what being unequal feels like.


The rain descended onto the battlefield.

"He needs to perish! Him and this corrupt world, where heroes are nothing more than glorified popstars! Children playing pretend, Villains going rampage, while the Hero Commission either twiddles with their thumbs, punishing innocents for being heroic, or being no better than the villains themselves and straight up murdering those who are too dangerous to their agenda!"

The last wielder of the legendary quirk, One For All, slowly took his fighting stances. Surrounded by countless ruins of buildings, rubble and fallen heroes and villains alike, he had to face against the last person he wishes to fight – his friend.

"It's over, Toki! He is defeated! Done! He can do no more harm! I will not let you do it!" he said, clenching his fists and summoning the quirks of the previous users. It was the last thing in his life he thought he'd ever have to do – defending the world's most dangerous villain - AFO.

The white-haired boy's gaze hardened.

"You know just as well as I do – as long as he's alive, there can be no peace! No justice! No safety!" he retorted back. "Look around yourself! Look at the ruins of UA! How many more innocents have to suffer, while he's alive?! How many more will have to live in fear, knowing there's no place they can hide from him?! He escaped twice – once from All Might and once from Tartarus! I will not take any more chances! I will take away all his quirks and rewind him out of this existence! And once he's gone, I will cleanse this world of corruption, of unfairness, of prejudice! I will get rid of all that taints this world!"


You've all heard this story already. The story about the Luminescent Baby. The story of Quirks. The story of villains and heroes. The story of how Izuku Midoriya became the greatest hero ever.


"You know perfectly well that I can't do that!" Izuku exclaimed, glancing around their classmates, who slowly assembled around him. Tired, but resolved, they gathered their last bits of energy for this final stand. "We can't let you do that! We are heroes! That includes you as well!".

Toki sighed tiredly, unclasping his coat, and doing small stretches. A small, bittersweet smile spread across his face. "There is no point for any more talking then, is there? All of you have your resolves and I have mine. You know…the times we all spent together - I cherish them greatly. And I will remember them until the very end. But…I must finish this first".


Well, this is a different story. Just like however many stars you can see on the night sky, you can have just as many stories. Each is different from the other, whether big or small changes they may have. Where a single flap of butterfly's wings changed everything. This is such a story.


The power of One For All flowed through his body. Blue lighting was dancing around him, the power radiating from him. Izuku knew that there is no going back now. The only way to prove his friend wrong was to beat some sense into him. "I will stop you, Toki. And then we will all go home, together! One For All: Full Cowling. 100%!".

Toki chuckled. The memories of the past two years came rushing back to him. Good and bad. The Autumn Festival. The Spring tests. The License Exams. The Summer Camp attack. Eri. The memories of their past battles. Somehow it was the only way to prove their points when the words could not reach each other. What can you expect from two headstrong, stubborn even, boys? Red lighting coated the white-haired boy. "You will try, Izuku. All For One: Absolute Control".


This is a story of heroes and villains. A story of oppression and oppressed. A story of corruption and corrupted. A story of suffering and healing.


"Here I come, Toki!".

"Let us finish this, Izuku!".

The two boys charged forward.


This is a story of how we became heroes!


Opening: Kaikai Kitan