"So…who do you think would win in a fight?" Spinning in his office chair, the ball bearings squeaking noisily as the aging piece of furniture protested underneath its owner's weight, Takumi stared at the ceiling with a faraway look in his eyes, a bored yawn rolling out his mouth as he absentmindedly posed his question. The bored lab tech could feel his mind slowly drift away as he watched the fluorescent lights rotate with his movements overhead, leaving little light trails behind in his vision, the gentle hum of the reactor permeating through the sterile laboratory air.

Rolling away from his desk to catch a glimpse of Takumi from behind his cluttered workspace, a veritable cornucopia of useless knickknacks and papers stacked a mile high covering every inch of the overtaxed table, his partner, Kenshi, gave him a puzzled, almost exasperated, look, unsure what the point of this line of questioning could possibly be.

"Midnight or Mt. Lady?" Placing his feet on the ground, halting his spinning motion with a brief screech of his soles on the freshly waxed floor, Takumi swept his gaze away from the ceiling to look at Kenshi, said man currently glaring at him with a most unimpressed expression on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Removing his glasses, Kenshi rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation as he shook his head in disgust. Why, of all people working for this god-forsaken company, did he have to be teamed up with such an ignorant, frankly infuriating, partner for his shifts? Why did he constantly have to deal with this man's stupid and inane questions?

Placing his glasses on his desk, the metal frames clacking softly against its plastic surface, Kenshi shot Takumi the most disgusted and appalled frown he could muster.

"Mt. Lady obviously."

"What?!" Jumping out of his chair, wobbling slightly as his feet tried to steady themselves, the lab-tech still dizzy from his previous horsing around, Takumi pointed an accusing finger at his lab partner. Swinging his arm about wildly, his sleeve barely missing a vial of a very dangerous concoction, Takumi stalked up to his partner with a furious look of rage on his face.

"Midnight would easily beat her. Not only can avoid those clumsy feet of hers, but one whiff of her aroma and she's out like a really big light?"

"Clumsy!" Launching himself out of his seat, Kenshi angrily stomped over to his partner, lab coat fluttering dramatically behind as he came nose to nose with Takumi, the pair of scientists glaring hatefully into each other's eyes. Neither was willing to back down on this specific debate topic, both of them firmly entrenched in their side.

"Mt. Lady is beauty and grace personified, no way would she miss an old lady like Midnight. Besides, her aroma would never even reach her. Her nose is like 50 feet in the air. Plus all she would have to do is take a deep breath and she could blow it away like a pesky piece of fluff."

"Oh come on like she wou-" The sudden loud klaxon of the security alarm interrupted the pairs petty squabble, the two scientists looking around in fear as a flashing red light bathed the white walls in a crimson hue. Rushing back to their stations in a panic, the scientists practically jumping back into their seats, they quickly started implementing their practiced security protocols, lowering the security doors to keep whoever was attacking them out and sending out a distress signal to the nearest Pro Hero Agency.

"Who the hell got in here?!" Voice cracking with his rising panic, each word a pitch higher than the last, Kenshi frantically searched the security camera's, his eyes wide and fearful, for who had managed to break into a place as fortified as this laboratory. "This place is hundreds of feet underground! What happened to the security guards we paid for?! They were supposed to be the best in the country!"

"How the hell should I know!?" Takumi screamed back, grabbing his hair in agitation as he worriedly whirled around to stare at the reinforced steel doors in fear. "They can't get in right?"

"It's ten feet of reinforced steel! The only person who should be able to get in here would be All Might." Reaching into his desk drawer, her trembling hands fumbling with the handle, Kenshi retrieved his illegally purchased handgun, the lab-tech having bribed a security guard to get his hands on one. Checking to make sure the bullets were in, Kenshi turned toward the door, gun at the ready.

"I sent a distress message to the Edgeshot Agency. They should be able to get here before anyone can even get close to breaking through."

The second those words left his mouth was exactly when a strange brown discoloration began spreading across the doors metallic surface, starting at the center before ominously spreading outward Right as the discoloration reached the very edges of the vast security doors is when the metallic structure began crumbling at its epicenter, pieces flaking off as if it was crumbling into dust, falling like freshly burnt ashes onto the pristine white floor. The scientific pair watched helplessly as their main means of protection literally turned to dust.

Kenshi, in a blind panic, fired three reckless shots into the newly created doorway, hoping to catch whoever was on the other end by surprise. Before they even had a chance to pass the door's threshold, a gigantic blue flame shot through the opening, melting the bullets before they could reach their target, the fire rising high into the air as they licked menacingly at the ceiling, leaving behind ominous scorch marks.

Yelping in shock, Kenshi fell backward onto his butt, dropping the handgun when he harshly collided with the ground, the weapon clattering loudly against the floor. The pair could only watch in stunned horror as a group of villains casually stepped over the destroyed remains of their security doors and into the laboratory.

"Careful where you fire your flames Dabi. We don't want to damage any of the experiments." A tall, cyan haired man with multiple severed hands covering his body led a ragtag group of villains into their laboratory, the relaxed manner in which they surveyed their surroundings made a terrified shiver run down their spine. They must have passed security to get here and yet it looked like there was nary a scratch on them.

"It would have been pretty stupid of them if they placed them so close to the door." If the man with the severed hands was tall, then this man was practically towering, various gruesome-looking scars and stapled skin covering his body as blue flames licked the tips of his fingers menacingly. A condescending smirk playing on his lips as the supposed leader of the group glared at the tall flame user.

"Those bullets would not have reached us anyway, right Spinner my friend?" A strange man, his face covered by a fairly nondescript mask while wearing a strange ensemble of a large trench coat and a top hat, strongly resembling an old-timey circus director, casually strolled into the room, carefully stepping over the crumbled remains of what had once been their means of security. Following close behind him was a lizard man in a bad Hero Killer Stain cosplay, a sword made of a large number of blades of various sizes strapped to his back.

"Man, we could have died? " Jumping over his lizard-like companion, a fidgety man in a black bodysuit bounced back and forth between the different members as he manically screamed at them, his emotions swinging up and down the spectrum as wildly as his movements. "That would have been great!"

Skipping behind them all, messy blonde buns bouncing playfully on the sides of her head, was a cute schoolgirl wearing a fearsome-looking scarf resembling a row of razor-sharp. Giggling playfully while twirling a sharp knife expertly between her fingers, a strange contraption clinking and clanking on her back, her golden eyes immediately honed in on the lab tech lying prone on the floor. A predatory smile spread on her face, sharp fangs peeking out from behind her lips, as she licked the last remaining drops of blood off of the tip of her blade, the look in her eyes promising nothing but sadistic pain.

"Ooo, yay! Playthings!" Cackling maniacally, the psychotic schoolgirl quickly rushed over to Kenshi's prone form, the lab-tech letting out a gasp of fear as she leaned uncomfortably close to his face. Twin golden eyes with feline pupils roamed menacingly over his body, her knife lazily tracing over all the major arteries in his body, her tongue licking hungrily over her lips before looking up into his face. A pout formed on her lips as let out an annoyed raspberry, the blonde girl leaning back onto her haunches, her knife pointing mere centimeters from his eyeball.

"Eww, they're oooold!"

"Get a hold of yourself Toga. " The leader's voice distracted the sadistic girl causing her grip to loosen and the tip of her knife to leave a shallow cut on Kenshi's eyelid, a small bit of blood squirting out before it started to dribble down his cheek. Biting down his lip hard to keep himself from screaming out in pain, his fists clenching roughly into his white lab coat, Kenshi did not want to do anything to agitate the clearly unstable girl anymore.

"We need them alive for whatever information they can give us on this laboratory."

"Eeeeeeeeh!?" Toga whined childishly as she waved her blade dangerously close to Kenshi's face, tears of fear rolling down his cheek, a low hiss escaping through his clenched teeth as they mixed in with the cut underneath his eyelid. Shuffling around to face her poofy-haired leader, the blonde girl placed her blade dangerously close to Kenshi's neck, her golden eyes shining with sadistic glee. "We only need one of them, right?"

"I do believe it would be in our best interest if we hurried this along, don't you think, Tomura-san?" The man in the top hat asked calmly as he sidled up to his boss's side, the impatient tapping of his cane on the floor being the only true indicator of his actual feelings. "They surely called for backup the second the alarms went off."

"Urgh what an annoyance." Scratching his neck in irritation, the skin chafing and reddening unhealthily as his cracked fingernails tore into it, Tomura walked over to the other scientist that Toga had not claimed. Backing away from the menacing villain, a rising terror creeping into his chest as he stared into the man's cold, emotionless eyes, Takumi felt his body stop short when his back suddenly collided with the wall. He had nowhere left to run.

"Tell me," Tomura's voice sent a shiver of fear down Takumi's spine, the cold indifference in his voice as well as the thin veil of threat permeating his every word almost causing the lab tech's legs to give out from under him, "what have you been working on here?"

Takumi glanced toward his partner in fear, desperately, searching, pleading for help, wanting to know what he should do, but Kenshi was too preoccupied with his own predicament of a dangerously playful schoolgirl holding him at knifepoint. The strange man with the multiple personality disorder was constantly circling around the pair, his arms flailing wildly about as his personalities kept jumping between egging her on and trying, fruitlessly, to dissuade her.

"Don't ignore me." A white-gloved hand slammed loudly next to his, Takumi letting out a squeak of terror as Tomura's face crept closer and closer to him, twin red eyes staring menacingly into his soul. Takumi could feel his heart momentarily seize up in his chest as he stood face to face with this villain. He had never felt such a threatening aura in his whole life and it was all directed toward him.

"Or else we'll have to rely on your friend. Alone." A strange hiss by his ear caused Takumi to turn his head, his eyes going wide with fear as he watched it slowly brown like rust and fall apart, just like the security doors had done minutes ago. Where the palm of the villain's hand was situated, flakes of decayed metal started to peel off the wall and land at their feet, a hole slowly enlarging right next to his head, something that could very well happen to him.

"Alright, alright! I'll tell you!" Takumi began wailing in terror, his head shaking back and forth as tears fell freely from his eyes like a broken faucet. A frightening smile peeked out from just behind the hand obscuring Tomura's face as he removed his palm from the wall next to the lab tech's head, the concrete wall crumbling into rotted dust. Turning around, Tomura casually started walking toward the center of the room as gestured for Takumi to follow him, his posture relaxed and full of confidence.

"I'm glad we could come to a consensus." Quickly rushing after the villain leader, his legs wobbling and feeling like jelly, afraid any delay might incur this psychotic man's wrath. The towering fire-wielder, Dabi, calmly sauntered behind the frightened scientist, his hands lazily placed in his coat pockets as he stared unblinking at Takumi, the scar covered man obviously meant to keep him from running away. Not that Takumi entertained that thought even for a second, the sheer numbers advantage the villains had made that idea guaranteed suicide.

"What is this?" Tomura came to a stop before a large device that took up a major part of the lab, a long pink beam, with purple tendrils shooting off of it, traveling from the ceiling to the floor, the energy crackling ominously with untold power. The beams ran down the main pillar or energy in erratic waves, crisscrossing with each other like a messed up helix.

"That's our power reactor." Takumi hated how much his voice quaked when he talked, his voice jumping up several octaves and warbling like a broken record, but, under the circumstances, it couldn't be helped. "We use it to power this room and it can be used to cause reactions with some of our chemicals to alter its makeup."

"So useless." Tomura hissed icily, the blood-red of his iris glaring at him from behind the severed hand, his foot tapping loudly on the ground as he tried to keep his annoyance in check. The villain leader stalked over to Takumi, his hand coming up to grab the lab-tech threateningly by the throat, his cold fingers pressing into his sensitive flesh, a single pinkie raised to keep the man from disintegrating right then and there. "Show me something worth my while."

"Those vials there!" Takumi quickly pointed toward a nearby lab table, hands shaking like a leaf in the wind, where a series of tubes and vials with differently colored chemicals stood. Beakers of various colors and sizes, some sizzling on a burner while others sat cooling, lined every inch of the table The rest of the villain group started crowding around the table, glancing interested at the assortment of concoctions and experiments.

Even Toga had abandoned her plaything to peer over the edge of the table like a cat, Kenshi immediately using the distraction to scramble underneath his work table to hide and check his wound, the lab-tech desperately dabbing at the blood running down his cheek.

"Those are our most recent experiments. We are hoping to find a way to alter people's DNA to help supplement Quirks or even reveal possible dormant ones for Quirkless people." The words spilled from Takumi's like verbal diarrhea, quick and falling all over each other, worried any wasted second will enrage the villains more.

"There are some vials that will restructure a person's looks or body, others can alter inanimate objects. We have been working on a prototype time manipulation concoction that can change the flow of time. We've been working closely with Sir Nighteye on it, but It's been hard to gauge whether it's the person's perception that's changing or the actual world. This one-"

Takumi rattled off what each chemical or invention did with immense speed, hoping that if he talked enough they had no time to get angry. A small part of him also hoped that it would give Edgeshot and his heroes time to arrive. He prayed the distress signal was sent out in time.

"Are any of these actually confirmed to work?" The man in the top hat interrupted Takumi's commentary, his gloved hand gesturing toward the chemicals covering the table, a cold sweat breaking out on his body at the simple question.

Each of the villains turned to stare at the terrified scientist with expectant eyes, each with a different expression ranging from amused to downright furious. Takumi felt right then and there, with five sets of eyes staring him down, that this would be where he died.

"None of them have passed the testing phase…" Takumi immediately felt Tomura's cold grip return on his neck, causing his next words to die in his throat as croaked out a frightened gasp. Clawing frantically at the villain leader's wrist, his fingers, slick with sweat, slipping off the skinny villain's arms as Takumi saw his life flash before his eyes. Despite being held by Tomura's hand, the man gripping roughly into his throat, he didn't feel his neck disintegrating as the wall had earlier.

"Stop struggling or I'll drop my pinkie and you will cease to exist within seconds." Takumi quickly stopped his flailing, dropping his hands back to his sides in a sign of compliance. "Good. Now, do you have anything useful here? Or will this be your end?"

Eyes flying frantically around the room, Takumi looked for anything, anyone to save him from this psychotic group of villains. Nothing they had been working on had finished the testing phase or even the planning stage. This facility was being funded with a near limitless budget with the express instructions not to rush a failed product to market. The company that had hired them wanted a sure-fire revolutionary product, not a possible lawsuit. That meant Takumi had nothing for them. Nothing that could save his life.

"We-" Tomura's grip on his neck slackened as warm blood splashed on the scientist's face. Eyes wide in shock, mere inches from his face, a kunai was lodged deeply into the villain leaders arm, causing him to drop Takumi unceremoniously onto the ground.

"Not again." Tomura's reaction seemed unnaturally subdued as he turned his gaze to the laboratory entrance, his bleeding arm hanging limply at his, his hand wrapping around the kunai and turning it into dust in anger.

A man, dressed as a shinobi, his arm outstretched from having thrown the kunai, stood in the doorway as an entourage of seven other heroes quickly rushed to his side. Feeling the color drain from his face, Takumi felt he could faint at any moment.

Edgeshot had arrived.

"League of Villains, huh?" The Pro-Hero named Edgeshot seemed fairly unimpressed with the villains in front of him, his posture and tone seeming almost playful as he regarded the band of misfits. "You guys sure have been busy recently, haven't you?"

Before he had a chance to say anything else, Edgeshot had to quickly unravel himself as a knife almost embedded itself into his body, the blade passing through him and lodging itself deeply into the wall. Looking at where the knife had come from, his body quickly reassembling itself, the Ninja Hero laid eyes a high school girl mischievously covering her mouth, giggling madly at the Pro-Hero.

"Aww, missed him." Toga's giggling devolved into full-blown laughter, her hands clenching her stomach in amusement before she suddenly produced two more knives from out of nowhere, before rushing headlong toward the Number 4 ranked hero. "I want to taste your blood! Is it full of yarn?"

Edgeshot deftly dodged her wild, though surprisingly well-trained, swings with practiced ease, before having to duck under a blazing blue flame coming from his right. The Ninja Hero had to stay on his toes, his eyes following every single movement of the tenacious teen kept as she kept on his heels, a psychotic expression of joy on her face.

"Everyone make sure they don't get away." Edgeshot yelled out to sidekicks as they fanned out to confront the League of Villains, quickly aiming a roundhouse kick into the blonde's stomach to create some distance between him and the insane girl. The schoolgirl tumbled end over end, small yips and yelps jumping out of her throat, before catching herself in a low crouch, her smile never leaving her face.

"Why don't you want to share your blood?" Launching another knife aimed at Edgeshot's leg, which he easily kicked away, she once again advanced toward him as she grabbed one of the syringes off her back. "I bet it's wonderful to be you."

While Edgeshot dealt with the psychotic teen, the rest of the League was embroiled in their own clashes, the Pro Hero sidekicks proving to be much more skilled than the League expected. To apprentice underneath the Number 4 Hero obviously meant they have a lot of potential.

Mr. Compress was doing his best to stay away from the hero sidekick attacking him, the man's blade arms getting a little too close for the wannabe magicians liking. Rifling in his pocket for any useful items he might have compressed, the trickster villain produced some caltrops from one of the marbles, a small grin forming underneath his mask.

"This seems fitting, don't you think?" With practiced timing, Mr. Compress dropped the caltrops right as the sidekick over-committed to his slash causing him to step with his full weight onto the spiked objects, embedding them deeply into his foot. As the sidekick screamed in pain, Mr. Compress smashed his cane into the back of the sidekick's head, knocking him out cold.

Tomura stood unmoving at the center of the room, still cradling his bleeding arm to his chest, watching his minions battle against Edgeshot's Hero's in training with great disinterest. Spinner was spouting some nonsense about being true hero's as he clashed swords with a girl obviously obsessed with Edgeshot, the female sidekick dressing exactly like the Pro Hero she was working under. Tomura thought it was disgustingly fitting for Spinner.

Dabi was easily dealing with two of Edgeshot's sidekicks on his own, his Cremation quirk making it easy to keep anyone who wanted to get to him at bay, lest they be reduced to ashes. God Tomura hated him, but he did have his uses. Twice was also occupying two of the sidekicks, his quick movements and the copy of Dabi he created to help him out making it hard for them to get ahold of him. Obviously, Twice had failed to memorize any of the other member's measurements, relying on the last one he copied all the way back during the attack on U.A.'s Summer Camp.

While he was musing on his henchmen's performance, one of the sidekicks had managed to break her way through the villain's ranks and was heading directly for the League's leader, her eyes glaring heatedly at the blue-haired man. Tomura watched the girl approach with a great lack of concern, her tentacle arms rearing back as she let out a fearsome battle cry, swinging in a huge downward arc toward the villain's stationary form. At the last second, Tomura dodged to the side, grabbing a hold of the tentacle lying next to him with unexpected speed.

A horrid scream of pain tore through the girl's throat as she felt her tentacle arm start to slowly disintegrate, every cell in her body screaming in pain as they died one by one. This gave Tomura the distraction he needed to quickly rush toward the girl's body and before she had a chance to swing her other arm, Tomura had already closed the distance and grasped the girl's jaw in his hands.

"No continues for you." Tears slid down the young sidekicks' face, staring helplessly into the villain's face as the corners of her vision turned black. Her jaw slowly began decaying, the skin graying and falling apart as the villain's quirk traveled to her brain. The last thing she saw before turning to dust was a crimson eye staring at her with cold indifference.

Toga, meanwhile, was repeatably stabbing at the Pro Hero, his body unraveling at every spot she tried to puncture as her frustration and anger kept growing at every failed attempt to retrieve the hero's blood. Her previously elated expression began to progressively darken, her cheery facade slowly fading until it had morphed into a murderous scowl. If Edgeshot hadn't been a trained Pro, he would have been very intimidated by this small girl, the murderous intent she was exuding being much too potent for someone of her age.

"JUST SHARE!" Toga roared furiously, her voice tearing roughly at her throat as she reared back and stabbed at Edgeshot with all her strength. This movement was way too predictable for the trained Ninja, her anger having overridden her training, Edgeshot sidestepping the swipe and grabbing the girl's wrist before landing another devastating kick into her small frame.

Toga's body soared through the air, her small frame causing her to fly halfway across the room, before roughly crashing on top of a lab table, the same one with the previously mentioned chemicals. The momentum of her flight caused her to slide across the top of the table, crashing loudly through all of the experimental chemicals, the vials smashing against her body and coating her from head to toe. Sliding off of the edge, Toga's body continued to roll on the floor before coming to a halt next to the exposed reactor beam, her head mere inches from the deadly laser.

Standing up on shaky legs, her world spinning like a merry-go-round, tiny droplets of chemicals dripped off of Toga's body and formed a small pool at her feet. As Toga tried to get her wits about her, her hands wiping furiously at the wetness covering her face, she failed to notice a person's body flying on a collision course toward her. Spinner had finally gotten the upper hand on the Edgeshot cosplayer, using his superior strength to send her airborne, which happened to be directly toward the dazed schoolgirl.

The blonde girl had barely time to react to what was coming toward her before she was pushed back violently by another person's body colliding with her own, the sidekick falling in a heap onto the floor in the spot where Toga had once stood. Meanwhile, the aforementioned girl was thrown backward, causing her body to make contact with the reactor's energy beam.

A scream of unimaginable pain and agony tore through Toga's throat, her yell tearing her vocal cords to pieces as searing heat burning her flesh and setting her body aflame. Every cell in her body was slowly being broken down by the reactor's energy, being destroyed from within as Toga desperately flailed and struggled in hope to escape the purple beams, but her efforts were in vain. The chemicals on her skin reacted violently with the energy of the reactor, forcefully fusing it into Toga's DNA.

"Aren't we going to help her?!" In between her howls of pain, tears flowing down her cheek immediately evaporating from the heat, Toga could hear Twice's panicked voice. Turning her eyes to the source of the voice, the skin around her eyes bubbling and breaking apart, Toga could make out, through the blinding light and smoke emanating from her flesh, the Copy Villain frantically turning to his companions for help.

"It was her own mistake." Dabi shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, his voice completely devoid of any emotion as he turned his back to the girl's distress. Tomura immediately followed behind the tall flame user, his damaged arm still being held gingerly in his grip.

"We can always find someone else." Tomura's cold words were the last thing Toga heard before a white light enveloped her body. The heat encasing her intensified tenfold before a large explosion tore her to pieces.


The universe bent and twisted, folding in and over itself as something within its structure shifted. Time and space, matter and antimatter, everything that made up existence started following new rules. Everything that is and ever was began coalescing into a single point, the energy that made up the building blocks of the universe, from the beginning and the end of existence, erupted in a single explosion on a small planet in the Milky Way Galaxy. The new starting point of the universe.

In a small, unknown room within the Tokyo city center, nondescript, and wholly unremarkable to the millions of apartments littering the city's skyline, a blonde-haired girl awoke with a gasp, her golden eyes darting across the foreign environment in alarm. Her body was propped haphazardly up against the wall underneath the room's only window, the soft morning light shining onto her nude form.

"Wha-What happened?" Staring forward in shock, the usually excitable girl was unnaturally subdued, her voice coming out in a soft whisper as she desperately tried to wrack her brain to recall what had happened. The last thing the blonde schoolgirl could remember was intense pain followed by a blinding light. Everything afterward was a hazy mess, her consciousness floating in an infinite void, the only thing she could see was flashing lights and distorted colors.

"I…died." Roughly grabbing the sides of her head, memories came rushing back to the blonde-haired girl, the scenes of her demise playing in front of her eyes. But, the memories were accompanied by something else, a strange pull from deep inside of her, like a foreign knowledge about herself she did not have before. Like she was something new. Something more.

Glancing down at her nude form, Toga gently glided a hand over her stomach, between her breasts, and before hovering it over her heart. The golden-eyed girl was keenly aware of everything that made up her body, every cell, atom, and proton, somehow feeling she could alter it in any way she saw fit. Swinging her gaze over the mysterious room she was situated in, Toga felt the same was true for everything else in the world. Everything felt like it was hers to control.

Looking back over her body, Toga felt she had to test the crazy theory that was brewing in her mind, to confirm it for herself. Picturing her usual school uniform and it covering her body, Toga tried to pull at this new feeling inside her, to grasp at the sensation burning within her. As if appearing out of thin air, a set of her uniform appeared on body, fitting just as perfectly as the original.

Lifting her head up from the miraculous sight, Toga stared at the far side of the room, the walls bare of any decorations or paint, just dull, lifeless concrete. Toga imagined the walls to be a beautiful forest green, posters of her love Izuku covering every inch of it, and, just as she had imagined, it became so. The young hero in training's hopeful smile now surrounded her as moments of Izuku's life flowed across the newly painted surface, times she had never been there to witness herself.

Standing up from her place on the floor, the murderous schoolgirl turned to look out of the window she had been lying under, an immense giddiness bubbling up in her chest. Tokyo's world-famous skyline greeted the villainous girl, the morning sun reflecting off its many skyscrapers like shining diamonds.

Moving her hand in a wide, sweeping arc, Toga made the skyscrapers blocking her view bend harshly in the middle, the concrete structures deforming as if they were made of clay, giving her a nicer view of the city's skyline. Glaring at the sun shining harshly into her eyes, Toga playfully pretended to grab it between her fingers, her tongue sticking out playfully as she positioned it higher into the sky. With every gesture she made, the sun followed, the glowing orb dancing unnaturally across the blue sky.

"I can control reality." Psychotic giggles rumbled through her chest, a dark, mischievous grin spreading across her lips, her hands cupping her face excitedly as she hopped happily in place. Her golden eyes shined with barely restrained lust, a small trail of drool dripping from the corner of her open mouth as the implications of this revelation became clear to her.

"I can do whatever I want!"

A/N: Oh boy, wonder what she'll do?

This story idea actually came to me in a dream. Usually, I forget my dreams as soon as I wake up but luckily I remembered this one long enough to jot down some notes. So now here it is.

The idea of Toga getting unlimited power just seemed like such an interesting concept that I just wanted had to write. Toga will be a bit OOC as otherwise the world would be doomed within seconds. Plus it wouldn't be much of romance, as Izuku is the quintessential good guy.

The timeline in this story is going to be a bit weird. In this version, Izuku and Toga have run into each other a couple times and the League of Villains has been active a bit more. I'm also moving Class 1-A moving into dorms to after Summer Vacation.

Thank you to everyone who gave this story a chance and I hope you enjoy it!


July 08, 2020 update: I'm going to be going over some of the earlier chapters in this story and rewriting it as well as fixing up some grammar mistakes. I feel I have gotten better at writing since I started this story and I want to make sure all the chapters get the same love and quality I feel they deserve.

I'll be doing this for all the subsequent chapters until I feel I've reached the point where my writing started reaching higher quality. For newcomers, I hope you enjoy the story. For anyone rereading this, I hope you feel the changes are for the better, and thank you for your continued support.