Countdown to Reality

1. Thank you! For being on this chapter, for having read so far, for spending your time here, for bearing with my far-from-perfect writing! I really hope you enjoyed this story so far!

2. OC have non-important roles in here... but are all OC real OCs...? I wonder... so far, people are a little different from who they should be...

3. What else? Nothing! Enjoy the story, that's all!

Day 1. Evening. Countdown 29:05:11

Kirishima wanted to go back to bed, to fall asleep and not wake up until the end of this nightmare.

The day had been full of undesired surprises. His school was mysteriously gone. His house had been replaced by another. His father was walking around with a gun. The Kirishima from this world also had lot of adult friends with discreet Quirks but blatant inclinations towards firearms and pointy weapons.

He had barely escaped them, hiding in the toilet the entire day, because he had no idea how to hide his ignorance of what relationships he was supposed to share with them.

He had no idea how to hide his ignorance of the entire world.

The compound was big, and several families worked together in some shady business Kirishima did not want to know about.

On the other hand, whatever business they were conducting, it seemed to give his family some sort of protection. No one had a problem with Quirks inside the house, and Kirishima had well understood it was not the case in the rest of the country. He guessed that as long as he was not trying to exit his new place, he was safe.

The problem was, Midoriya had not called back, and if he was not any time soon, Kirishima would have to do exactly that.

Kirishima Eijiro discreetly flushed the toilet and left for his room, trying to keep quiet and to be as invisible as Hagakure. His new place was cramped, and all his possessions were different from the ones he knew. It was very disturbing, especially when it came to clothes. It felt like wearing the ones of a stranger, even if they fit perfectly.

Kirishima sat on the tatami-mat of his room – another thing he was not used to – and checked the contents of his new wallet. There was not a single yen inside.

This was not going to be simple.

His new house could be anywhere in Japan, but based on the accent his new friends shared, it was nowhere near his old place. He would have to take the train, and without money, he was literally asking for problems.

The wallet held a couple of pictures. On most of them, a girl he had never seen before accompanied him. She had long light grey-blue hair, was probably in her late twenties, and he was hugging her or holding her by the shoulders in half the pictures.

Kirishima let go of it. There was a chick in the other Kiri's life! If he ran into her, he was as good as dead… no way he could put on such an act without failing.

He found his ID. His name, birthday, and surprisingly, his Quirk, were all correct. He stared at the card for a few minutes, before putting it down. Quirked people were not supposed to have this. Why was he? Before he solved the mystery though, his door opened and his mother entered.

"Eijiro! Where were you all day?"

He wanted to answer in a nightmare, but could not. He preferred keeping his mouth shut.

There were too many dumb questions and remarks flying in his brain. One of them could have escaped his lips and expose him as a doppelganger. He was not about to try that, not when half the people around were comfortable with firearms.

"Dinner's ready." His mother told him, rolling her eyes and signaling to him that he had to come. He rose from the tatami and followed her. The house was big, and by the time they reached the kitchen, he was almost lost. There were too many corridors, too many doors, too many staircases.

The kitchen was not empty. About ten men were already sitting around two large tables. He felt uncomfortable even before stepping inside.

He hesitated, wondering where he was supposed to sit, when his mother grabbed him by the wrist and gave him a big food tray with two plates, two glasses, and two little plastic containers holding white pills.

Medication? What for?

"What are you waiting for?" His mother asked.

"…err…"

"Yuchiko-chan must be waiting," She said. "Just go already!"

Who? Where? Kirishima had no idea what to do. The men were starting to look and smirk, his mother was frowning and he truly had no clue about what he was supposed to do … He was about to say he was not feeling right – entirely not a lie – when his mother grabbed his shoulder and guided him outside the kitchen. He followed, breathing a little better the moment he was outside of the room.

"Eijiro," she whispered. "What's wrong?! It almost looked like you did not want to go! We can talk about it later if you need to, but now, do what you must!"

As he was still unmoving, having no idea what she expected him to do, she crossed the corridor, knocked on another door and opened it. "Eijiro is here, Yuchiko-chan. The dinner is ready."

He had no other choice than to come forward, and enter the other room. A girl in her twenties, grey-blue-haired, was waiting by a table covered with papers and books. Her face lightened up when he entered, and Kirishima felt something heavy as stone fell on his shoulders.

He was as good as dead.

Midoriya Izuku could not exactly remember if he had ever seen Kacchan on edge to this extend.

His friend did not wait for an answer. He ignored his astonished parents, and grabbed Izuku's arm. For one fleeting moment, Inko's eyes glued on Kacchan's palms. Her entire body language was claiming how afraid she was. No explosion occurred – of course – and Kacchan dragged him towards the rooms.

"Katsuki-chan…!" Inko called.

He ignored her, opened without hesitation Izuku's door, and slammed it behind them.

"Shit!" He swore, letting go of Izuku's arm as if it was suddenly something filthy.

From the living room, they both heard voices rising. Mr. Bakugo first, calling Kacchan, then Mrs. Bakugo, sobbing, and finally a very angry version of Izuku's mother, requesting a proper explanation. Izuku stayed by the door, listening to her, worried. She sounded closer to her normal self than Kacchan's parents were, but she had also obviously forgotten about the real world.

"Deku," Kacchan called, looking at the walls still bare of All Might posters, "Is your shitty brain still in the right place or am I the only one who's aware there is something seriously wrong going on?!"

He seemed very distraught by the possibility of the second option.

"I am aware, Kacchan. Yesterday we were at U.A., and this morning, well… this happened."

His childhood friend slumped on the chair, and Izuku slowly crossed the room to sit on the bed. In the living room, his mother was still shouting, and Kacchan's father was almost shouting back as loudly.

Kacchan face was red, already starting to bruise. Izuku was not going to ask if he was okay, though. He was obviously not, and asking would probably only result in more explosions and more screams.

"Do you still have the damn One for All mess with you or are you back to be a useless Quirkless little scumbag?"

The insult hurt, hitting home. Izuku felt anger rising, and almost, almost stopped feeling sorry for the bruise on Kacchan's face. The only reason he did not ask back who was currently the most useless, was because it would certainly start a fight, and they could not waste time on something that stupid.

"I am still Deku, Kacchan," He coldly answered instead, letting a green arc of power run free from his arm.

Kacchan had at least the decency to look away, and Izuku was sure he perfectly knew he had gone too far.

"…but on my ID, it's written I am still Quirkless, and all the people I've met today, they seem to believe this."

"Whatever."

Izuku stayed silent. In the car on his way home, Kacchan's parents had filled some questions he had. How Kacchan was supposed to have died, where he had supposedly hidden for more than ten years and how dangerous the world could be for him. Izuku did not even had to ask. They just spoke without stopping.

No wonder he was on edge.

"You got no news from All Might, or anyone else, I guess?" Kacchan asked.

"No, I don't… uh… I-I… I forgot!" He blurted out, digging in his pockets to find his phone. "K-Kirishima, he has called back your dad like a hundred times since this morning, and he remembers too, and your dad told him you died, and I told him you were gone, and I forgot to call him back because so many things happened and he told me something about a crime syndicate…"

"Stop running your damn mouth, Deku!" Kacchan exclaimed, slamming a fist down the desk. "Don't go around telling people I'm gone when I'm fucking not! Give me your phone. I can call him just fine by myself."

"You haven't found yours since this morning?"

It was not a question to ask, apparently. The little control Kacchan still had over his nerves snapped. He jumped to his feet and grabbed Izuku by the collar of his new uniform. "You want me to punch you, Deku?! DO YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY?! Should I spell it for you? I did not lose it! I do not have one! I don't have a room, I don't have a phone, and unlike you, I don't even have a fucking life!" He shouted, pushing him into the wall and taking the phone by force. "Are you fucking satisfied now?!"

"K-Kacchan… It's not… I wouldn't…"

The voice of his mother screaming at Kacchan's parents interrupted him mid-sentence. They both stared at the door.

"L-Let's be a little quieter," Izuku proposed. "I don't think w-we could answer their questions if they overhear us."

Kacchan did not answer, hands smoking and eyes glaring.

Yaoyorozu Momo had to admit. The Yuuei Hill trails were not easy ones. Especially in the dark.

She stopped as soon as the shops were not visible anymore and took one second to create a torch out of her forearm. Switching it on, she breathed in relief. It was going to be a lot easier with some real light.

The scenery was nothing like what she remembered. Instead of neat, easy to follow road, she had to walk on an earthy trail zigzagging between menacing trees. Roots and holes were everywhere, and her progression was slow and careful.

From time to time, she even had to stop to check the small map her guidebook included and decide on the right path to follow.

Even with a clear map and light, it took her almost an hour to climb the hill and reach a small panel telling her she had arrived at the ruins of the Yuuei Hills. She was tired, anxious, and she much regretted not having brought water.

She also was very much late for dinner and she was unsure how her parents would take it.

Not that it much mattered. The Yuuei ruins were the only topic that truly interested her.

As the guidebook indicated, the building had been destroyed and only the ground floor remained. A few pillars were still standing, and Yaoyorozu walked between them, looking for any clue she could get hold of, but Yuuei main building was really just a ruin.

A modern shelter stood on the side. Yaoyorozu let the ruins behind, and headed towards it. Old pictures were on display behind thick glass. Some of them even had small descriptions or dates.

She could not recognize many faces. Most of them were from even before her own grandparents were born, and recent pictures were rare. She found the one with the floating ponytail-woman and the young teen smiling.

"Teacher and student, second year ceremony entrance." The sign only stated. All Might looked so young and happy… what had happened after that? Who was the floating woman beside him?

The next picture was showing the destroyed building, and there was no trace of them.

However, the last picture was a little different. It was shot at the bottom of the hill and people were gathering to open the "Yuuei hiking trails". The mayor was cutting a ribbon, but she was more interested in the crowd.

The woman was there, at the back, in front of the shops. She was a lot older, her hair a little white, and not floating anymore, but she still had the same haircut. Another teenager was by her side, an arm around her shoulders. He was tall, smiling, and looking like her. If Yaoyorozu had to bet, she would say he might be her son.

Everyone was smiling but she was not. She was staring at the camera.

Yaoyorozu shivered. The woman in the picture was staring at her in the eyes and she felt a little overwhelmed. She brushed the glass with her fingertips.

Was she still alive?

What about All Might?

Feeling tired, Yaoyorozu wondered if some of her classmates or teachers remembering the real world would also come to U.A. Thinking for a second, she made a marker and hesitated writing on the wall, because, after all, what she was about to do could only be classified as damaging public property.

Yet, she had no better idea. Looking over her shoulders to check if she was truly alone, she wrote a short message under All Might's picture.

"Creati came here. If you know who I am and want to contact me, go to the emplacement of 1-A dorm entrance."

Since the dorms never existed in this world, anyone finding her message and not remembering the truth would not understand. Yaoyorozu left the small shelter, and following another trail, dove into the forest.

While walking, she focused on creating two items she felt essential in case someone needed to contact her. A small box with a code, first. On the lid, she wrote: "Password: Name of the former number 1 hero teaching at UA."

Then, a personal locator beacon. This was one of items she had spent years mastering, but she was becoming quite good at it. She put the little device inside the box, wrote her phone number on the box bottom in case the person finding it had a phone in working order, and closed it.

She had arrived at the place where her dorms were supposed to be.

There were just trees.

Yaoyorozu sighed and began searching for a place to hide her improvised distress box. One that would be easy to find for someone searching, and hard to find for someone just walking down the trail.

From Yaoyorozu Momo

I went to U.A.

My phone had no signal in the forest

The school does not exist anymore.

But I found pictures like this one.

..

From Kaminari Denki

Yao-Momo! Don't scare me like this

I thought something happened to you

…

Shit, the school is done

gone

…

Is this All Might?

The girl looks nice

A little too old

But still very nice

I kindda look like the young All Might

Don't you think I am more handsome?

.

Yaoyorozu sighed.

Kaminari was definitely the same person.

She sighed again, because she needed it, and then headed down to the city.

"He harassed my dad the entire day, and now he doesn't answer?!" Kacchan, furious, exclaimed. "Who the fuck does he think he is?!"

Izuku was very scared for his phone. Kacchan had his hands fuming and he was on the right mood to have things explode. He was not about to remind him they did not have replacement, though. That was a touchy subject.

"Maybe he is having dinner?" Izuku suggested. His own stomach growled, reminding him he had skipped lunch.

"'Hope it tastes like shit," Kacchan retorted, returning the unscathed device to Izuku, and sitting down. "You should check your phone, nerd. You've got over two hundred messages waiting."

"I-I know. Most of them are from people I never heard of. I will check it later."

Kacchan put his hands in his pockets, making a face but this time, staying quiet. Their parent's voices still came from the living room.

"So… what do you think happened?" Izuku asked, hoping to cover their voices.

"You tell me."

"Huh?"

"I mean, to flip the entire world like this, the fucker who had done it must have really weird Quirk."

Kacchan was staring right at him while telling this. Izuku felt a little targeted by the comment.

"You think I did this?" He said, ready to rebel vehemently against the idea.

One for All was powerful. One for All was a Quirk he was not yet completely controlling. One for all was a bundle of weird quirks he had barely started to explore but there was no way he had the possibility or the intend to do something like this.

"I am not. You are not that good by a thousand light years, dumbass," Kacchan said as if it was the most ridiculous idea ever, "… but your Quirk and All for One are the ones with the weird stuff happening around them, you are the best lead we've got."

Izuku bit his lip. Kacchan had a fair point, yet, he could see a very important loophole in his reasoning.

"Kacchan, I'm not saying you aren't right… but if we admit there might have a link between my Quirk or All for One and what's happening, I can picture why I would remember the truth. But, why would you? Or Kirishima? Y-you both have amazing Quirks, Kacchan!" He added, seeing the question was not pleasing his friend. "But both your quirks are unrelated with mine, or teleportation, or anything that could protect you from forgetting what the real world is like."

Kacchan gritted his teeth, having obviously no answer to that. "Whatever… then maybe you aren't the center of the world, Deku, and what happened is totally unrelated to you damn Quirk. Maybe it is related to where we were or what we were doing when it happened."

"You remember it happening?!" Izuku exclaimed, almost ready to lunch for his backpack and grab pencil and notebook.

"I fucking don't!" Kacchan shouted.

Izuku shut up. Their parent's voices were less loud, he could not make out the words anymore, but he could still hear Kacchan's mother cry.

"What is it you remember doing last, Deku?" Kacchan asked, his voice just loud enough to cover the noises coming from the kitchen.

"I… we had normal school day…"

"Wednesday." Kacchan agreed.

"Wednesday. Right. Yesterday was Wednesday."

"Today's also Wednesday," Kacchan pointed out. "I had a fucking calendar on my desk. We are Wednesday, May 27."

"May…? Kacchan! Yesterday was in December!"

"If that was our only problem, I think I'd be overjoyed." He said ironically.

"Did we do something special on May 27?" Izuku wondered aloud. "I mean, on the previous, the real May 27? I do not remember anything special… It was after the sport festival maybe…?"

"Must have been a very normal, boring day." Kacchan confirmed. "I can't tell if we did anything apart from going to class."

"Anyway, yesterday, we had class in the morning, heroics in the afternoon." Izuku continued. "Then… did we train? I'm not sure."

"We did. I won."

"Did you hit my head?"

Kacchan glared. "I never said I trained with you. I trained with Shitty Hair and Discount-Pikachu. You trained with Round-face. Or the frog-girl. I don't care."

"Her name is Asui Tsuyu, Kacchan."

"Whatever. They are just extra. You don't remember training? Did Cheeks dropped rocks on your brainless head?"

Izuku closed his eyes, trying to remember anything happening after heroics. He remembered the class and the bell ringing at the end of the period. After that, he knew he had gathered his things and… nothing. A black void filled his thoughts until morning.

"I don't remember training," he whispered.

Kacchan growled, and Izuku opened his eyes again. His childhood friend was staring blankly at the ceiling.

"After training, we had dinner. I think Pikachu did something to the dorms electricity, or maybe this was invisible-girl fault and Aizawa… I think he came to scold us. Then... I woke up." Kacchan said, still focused on the lamp just above his head. "I dreamt of something."

"What?"

"I can't tell. I just felt… it was not a fun dream."

Izuku instantly decided to not push the subject.

Kacchan would probably not remain calm if he were to ask him questions about a nightmare.

Admitting he actually experienced one was probably the best he could do.

"When Aizawa came in the dorms," Kacchan continued, "There was Ponytail around, Frog-girl, Pikachu, Invisible-girl, Shitty Hair, Cheeks, Frenchie and Sugar-boy. I can't remember about the other extra, or about you."

"S-so maybe something already happened."

Kacchan shrugged. He was about to add something else when there was a gentle knock on Izuku's door.

Bakugo Mitsuki pushed it opened, followed by her husband. Izuku mother was just behind them, and she still looked angry. Kacchan put his hands out of his pockets, his expression hardening.

"Katsuki, baby, come, we are heading back." Mrs. Bakugo said.

Well, Kacchan had the merit of not screaming right away.

"No, I am fucking not," he said, voice rising.

Midoriya Inko was witnessing something truly incomprehensible.

Masaru and Mitsuki had just affirmed Katsuki-chan was a sweet boy, usually docile and very nice. He would only throw tantrums when he experienced hallucinations, and they had tell her he was usually back to his normal self after an hour or two.

Katsuki-chan was entirely not the person they had described.

He was not sweet, not docile, and not even a tad nice. In addition, they had confirmed Izuku was also kept in the dark about his existence. Inko knew her son very well, and the look Izuku was giving to Katsuki-chan was not one he would give to a stranger. This was the look he had for his most precious friends.

"Katsuki, baby…"

Wrong move.

"Stop fucking calling me that!"

"Katsuki," Masaru tried in turn. "We've discussed this with Inko. From now on, Izuku can come home anytime he wants, to pay you short visits… but for this night, son, we've got to head back."

Wrong move, twice in a row.

"Are you deaf, old man?! I am not returning to that hole, not this evening and not ever. And I am the one deciding when I want to bear with the nerd's face, not the other way around!"

Inko did not really like how Katsuki-chan was speaking about her son, and she liked even less how it seemed normal to Izuku. One thing at a time, thought.

"Baby, you know you have to, this is only to protect you…"

Third time. What were they trying to achieve? Their son was obviously on a rebellious phase, and they believed this was actually going to work?

His hands exploded.

This was not going to end well.

"You could stay here for the night, Katsuki-chan." Inko stepped in, feeling incredibly bold to face him while there was so many small popping noises coming from his palms. "I'm sure you and Izuku still need to catch up, and it would give your parents time to make arrangements."

The parents in question were visibly against making any sort of arrangements.

"I mean, you can't sleep on the street, Katsuki-chan. So either you go back with your parents, either you stay here for the night."

Katsuki-chan was visibly less than pleased by the suggestion. His temple palpitated angrily.

Mitsuki and Masaru were also about to object when Izuku rose from the bed. Inko had not noticed before, but there was something wrong with both boys. Her sweet little Izuku and the Bakugo's sweet little Kacchan were not little, nor sweet. They were bulky teens.

Since when was Izuku working out?

Where was Katsuki-chan working out?

"Kacchan and I do have a few things to catch up," her son told them, and Katsuki-chan glared even more angrily. "I-I-I mean… i-it's been e-eleven y-years…"

"Get out of way, Deku. No one asked for your input."

Izuku closed his mouth, and Inko felt like investigating their relationship right away.

"I don't fucking want you to start any negotiation." Katsuki-chan told his parents. "I want a proper room back, I want a cellphone with internet access, I want the keys to the front door and I want money to buy clothing to go outside. Until you meet these conditions, I am not going back."

"Baby…" Mitsuki started, but Inko was faster.

"These are very reasonable requests, I believe." She butted in. "I must have a futon for you somewhere, and I'll heat up dinner. Mitsuki, Masaru, why do not you both head home now? That will give you more time to move Katsuki-chan furniture."

Masaru was apparently ready to murder her and Mitsuki to start crying a lot more.

"Boys need time together," Inko added for good measure. "I will make sure they don't do anything dangerous. It's just one night."

"Just one night, okay Katsuki?" Mitsuki asked, miserable.

"Depends on you, old hag."

Kirishima sat in front of – what was her name, again? – the grey-blue haired girlfr… girl.

Objectively, she was the cute kind. She wore a white dress with a nice ribbon at the waist, and her face was round, with apple-red eyes. Strangely, her face felt a little familiar. Not that it mattered. She scared him all the same, pretty or not.

He placed the food tray between them and hoped some sort of miracle was going to happen before he was forced to speak with her.

"I did not see you today." She unfortunately said while grabbing one of the plates and a pair of chopsticks. "Were you studying?"

Kirishima grabbed his share to give himself time to think about a proper answer.

"I… felt sick," He chose to explain, and his voice was strangely strangled.

The girl – Yu… it was Yu-something – seemed concerned, and she put her hand on the table. Was he supposed to take it? Kirishima tucked his hands in his pockets, repressing a shiver. She closed her palm, disappointed.

"Do you feel better now?"

"I…"

Not in the least.

"…yes. A little."

"Great. We are spending the day together on Saturday. I want to go to the restaurant, and then, I want to watch a movie."

Restaurant. Cinema. Girlfriend. Kirishima was thankful to have a Quirk that was not about to explode like Bakugo's, because it would probably have.

"You don't want to?" She asked.

"I… I… no it's fine, but I…"

"But?"

Kirishima was on full panic mode. The Yu-something-chan was a little red in the face and a little less cute, out of sudden. She seemed not very pleased with his answers, but he had no idea which answers were the correct ones. It was his first time having dinner alone with a girl, let alone a girlfriend he never remember meeting in the first place and… and was this a date?

Restaurant, cinema and girlfriend on a Saturday could only mean date.

He chose to dig in and refrain from any sort of answer, which was not manly at all.

"I get it. You don't want to." She said bitterly. "I'll tell dad you've been mean to me."

That sounded a lot like a threat, and there were high chances Yu-something-chan's dad was part of weapons-lovers. Kirishima stared at his plate, unable to take a decision about what to do next.

"He won't be delighted." She added, and this was definitely a threat.

He put his food down.

Girlfriends were not supposed to sound threatening. He stared at her round-grey-blue-Yu-something-chan's face, and realized she was also a little too old. She was at least ten years older than he was, if not more. That would not even be legal.

She could not be the other Kirishima's girlfriend. Something was clearly off, but he could not exactly ask her who she was and what relationship they shared…

"What if he is not delighted?" He asked bravely, and was relieved his voice did not waver.

"You know that never ends well for you sorry ass."

Okay, Yu-not-his-girlfriend-at-all was definitely not his favorite person in the world. Kirishima was not about to get angry with her – her father was still part of a criminal organization – but he was not letting this unknown-Yu-girl stomp on him either.

"And would your daddy be delighted to hear you've got a dirty mouth like this?" He snapped.

"He knows I swear, don't play smart."

"Don't play snitch, that's not manly."

She did not answer that, staring. He took another bite, and so did she. They both remained silent chewing on words and food. If only they could finish this meal with no further conversation…

"Kiri, let's make a deal." She unfortunately continued. "You can skip on Saturday if you take my share today." She took both the little boxes containing the pills with her manicured hands, and put them in front of his plate, looking smug.

He had no idea what that meant, but something told him he'd better refuse. He had initially ignored the little plastic containers on purpose.

Unknown pills, unknown-not-a-girlfriend-at-all and criminal organizations were never good signs to begin with.

"What, are you scared to take two?"

He was scared to be in the same room as only one.

"Why… why wouldn't you take yours today?" He prudently asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

No. The answer was probably readable on his face, because she wasted no time and explained. "Dad's having this meeting tomorrow evening with a deputy minister, and I want to listen in. So… I need to be able to use my Quirk. Which I can't, obviously, if I take this little wonder."

Kirishima almost dropped his chopsticks.

On top of everything, this could not happen. Not so many drugs could erase Quirks. He actually knew just one, the one made by Chisaki… who, in this world, could be anywhere, doing pretty much anything.

Where was Eri?

Where were all the Villains they had sent to jail?

Where was he? He looked at his surroundings as if the walls and furniture could give him an answer.

"So…?" Yu-probably-daughter-of-a-villain asked.

He wanted even less to eat these pills. He pushed it away.

"Thank you. I think Saturday will be just fine after all."

"You're not fun, Kiri. Listen, I can make a better deal. If you take mine today… You can skip on Saturday and… I'll share with you whatever it is I hear. I know they will talk about the new police operations the government is putting in place. The guy's my dad snitch. The information he has is pure gold." She said.

"Don't waste your time. I'm not taking it."

She pouted, then opened one of the little plastic containers and grabbed her pill. "You aren't fun." She said, putting it on her tongue and drinking water.

He nervously looked at the remaining one, realizing he was still supposed to take his.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked.

There were too many things wrong.

"Don't tell me you also don't feel like taking it! That would be rich. Since you did not take mine, if you skip on yours, I'll tell." She threatened with a scary smirk all over her face. "I wonder how dad will take the news. He will probably think your parents did not raise you well and punish them along with you."

He was a future hero. He should not feel such a desire to punch a girl in the face.

His parents were weird, but they still were his parents, and he had no idea what punishments standards were in that sort of place. He actually did not want to find out.

"That's low." He said.

"You aren't nice to me tonight. I don't see why I should be."

He harshly opened the plastic container and grabbed the pill. It was a very bad idea, yet, he could see no escape. He mouthed it, and imitating her, drank some water.

"Now we are good." She said, sounding cute again. "I know you do skip from time to time, you know? You should drop the habit before someone else notices. I'll be sad, if you were to disappear from my life."

He certainly would not be. He took another bite of food, ignoring her and wondering how fast the drug acted. Would he feel something?

The lights flickered.

Kirishima looked up at the bulbs.

"What was that?"

"What was what, Kiri?" Yu-something-chan asked back.

"The…"

The world flickered. The walls, the floor, Yu-something, they disappeared one second, to reappear the next.

Kirishima had fainted several times since he had entered U.A. He knew the feeling. Whatever was happening was not his body shutting down on his own. It was something entirely different, and not necessarily related to the pill he just ingested.

Light blacked out entirely, lit on again, blacked out, lit on, and then only did the world disappeared.