MHA Watches Multiverse

by AKANOS

Knowing there is a multiverse and being forced to watch other universes play out while being isolated in a pocket dimension, sure sounds like fun... right? Watch the multiverse! Secrets are revealed, opinions are changed and people will riot.

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. All characters and locations are owned by Kohei Horikoshi.

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The distressing sobs slowed down to sniffles before, eventually dying off completely when Izuku gathered himself together. He flushed with a slight amount of embarrassment at having a breakdown in front of not only two classes but his teachers and seniors. And All Might. Goddamit, what did the hero think of him now that he decided to cry over someone he never met. He was supposed to be strong, a symbol, and a beacon to everyone yet here he was…crying like some child. He was All Might's successor; he needs to be strong so that others don't have to be. He pushed away from the insistent hands and worried faces of his friends and face the screen once again, he would see it through and then speak to All Might about One for All and their other precarious secrets.

Aizawa had watched his student's behavior since the first tear had fallen and what he had seen had him shaking…in shock? Fear? He didn't know but what he did know was that he witnessed something akin to the 'five stages of grief' cross the problem child's face during Midoriya and Toga's screaming match. There was so much grief and trauma to unpack that he could almost feel the exhaustion of it piling onto his shoulders already. He sagged heavily in his seat as he listed another thing he'd need to talk to Izuku about. The self-blame for something that didn't happen to him pointed to issues involving low self-esteem, low self-confidence, and high levels of trauma. There's also the self-sacrifice and worryingly high pain tolerance; the latter could be linked to experience, dissociation of pain, or the adrenaline rush. Aizawa heard a sharp intake of breath from near him making him glance in the direction of the sound. Yagi was staring, quite intensely, at his resident problem child looking troubled and concerned like a father would a son.

'It can't be that…right…?'

Before he could partake in that train-wreck of thought, there were mutterings coming from his flock of hero hopefuls, filled with so much concern and…urgh…love, it almost made him gag. Screw them…he looked like a hobo ninety percent of the time, there was no love stepping within ten meters of him so he wasn't used to it. Except for Hizashi, the man just couldn't leave him alone for long.

"Aizawa-sensei! Before we continue, can we address the situation of who's here and make sure everyone is accounted for?" Mirio asked seriously.

Shit…wasn't he supposed to do that first?

He lazily stood up from his cushy seat; subtly stretching his legs as he did then swept his eyes across the large crowd of students which looked small in the enormous room they were in. There were clustered in their usual friend groups with the two classes being noticeably separated like a distinct line was drawn in the sand.

"Anyone here that's not in the hero course?" His voice echoed across the huge room.

At that, a scream of 'here' echoed back as the pink-haired girl from the Sports Festival raced to the front of the room with a crazed grin and manic look in her eyes. Iida choked on his saliva at the voice and subsequent appearance of the support course student.

"I'm going crazy in this room without making any babies!"

Several students blushed heavily at insinuation which had nothing to do with what the girl had in mind, making Aizawa sigh. He didn't know how Maijima dealt with her but he respected him for it.

"Anyone else?"

A small silence ran through the room before a hesitant hand rose from the back corner of the room, a place encased in shadows that made the perfect hiding place for anyone quiet enough.

"Here…"

After the hand, followed the rest of the body of one Shinsou Hitoshi from the general studies course; who walked silently to the front of the room with his hands firming in his pockets, hiding the shaking from the nervousness and being in close proximity of his number one hero, Eraserhead.

When quiet descended on the room again, probably waiting for anyone else to speak up, Aizawa spoke to the students gathered, "These two students are the only outliers, so that means they are important to the future. Me stating that doesn't mean that the people frozen out there, aren't equally important, just that everyone gathered here today affects the future significantly." Aizawa explained.

Kaminari opened his mouth, Aizawa prepared himself for whatever was going to come out, "Okay, I know that everyone's thinking it but I've gotta say something…" He started, "Who's the old decrepit blond man with the teachers?"

Multiple things happened at the same time; Yagi spewed up another gallon of blood in surprise at the question and description of him, Izuku snorted quite loudly before curling into himself in embarrassment at being heard, Kayama and Hizashi burst into laughter even Nedzu was chuckling, Aizawa smirked into his capture scarf at the insult towards the blond oaf while the rest of the room burst into shock and shouts at the sight of said 'old decrepit blond man' spitting blood.

"What the hell, man?! You gave him a literal heart attack, he's throwing up blood now!" Kirishima admonished causing the blond to pale.

"Yeah, what if he dies now?!" Mineta screamed in horror.

The rest of the students were up in arms about the identity of the blond man and whether he was going to be okay or not. Someone yelled 'don't die' from the back of the room causing many of them to panic at the thought of a dead body being in the same room as them for the entirety of their stay in the Arcade.

He didn't know whether he should let this continue or not but the chaos was beautiful and he reveled in it.

"Okay, enough. He's not going to die. Yagi Toshinori is a member of the teaching staff and All Might's secretary."

That was enough to shut the lot of them up, quickly.

"Then where's All Might?" Monoma asked with a frown.

"Yeah! He's the 'Symbol of Peace' and important to the future…so why isn't he here with us?"

Damnmit…why were kids so smart these days? It made lying to them extremely hard. At least, Izuku was keeping his mouth shut about the possibilities of where All Might was.

"I don't know why he isn't here, but the only people we need to concern ourselves with is right here…in this room. So I suggest you all shut up and watch the screen so we can have our break."

With that said, Aizawa lumbered back towards his seat but not before dismissing the two outliers back to their seats. Hatsume Mei, decided to take up residence with a certain green-haired boy that didn't help his rising anxiety at the pair while Shinsou went back to his isolated corner away from everyone. That kid needed to socialize more with people which was hypocritical of him to say but, the hero course students were his future classmates and if he was considering Underground Heroics then Shinsou needed contacts.

The screen blinked on again displaying the beautiful night sky filled with glittering diamonds that Aizawa was familiar enough with, being an Underground Hero and working all those night shifts.

A young man covered from head to toe in black; an oversized black hoodie, black pants, a pair of black combat boots, and black gloves fitted on his hands and feet. The hood of the jacket was up and covering his hair that was indistinguishable in the darkness with a black gas mask covering his nose and mouth. The sleek black visor blocked his eyes, preventing anyone from seeing what lurked behind it which was guaranteed to be made of a type of shatterproof material. The outfit was simple yet looked well made and expensive. A crackle of static broken the soundlessness of the area, the unknown person was standing on the edge of a nondescript rooftop.

"Okay, now you can't tell me that guy doesn't look hot," Kaminari stated boldly.

"There's nothing hot to see, dude! He's covered completely. What if he's butt-ugly underneath that outfit?!" Mineta exclaimed.

"That's just rude." Ashido pouted with her hands on her hips.

Meanwhile, Hatsume was taking down a copy of the design if the gear and outfit, at least what she could see. Aizawa narrowed his eyes in contemplation at the stance and alertness of the figure, the unknown person was experienced. They could be an Underground Hero with the level of stealth they were achieving or a vigilante, there were other options but he didn't want to dwell on them.

"Zero, are you ready?" The distorted voice asked, not giving a hint of what gender the person was.

"Alias." Kodai nodded.

"Sounds simple, I guess. Maybe that's his theme, to be basic and not stand out." Rin stated.

"Hey sensei, do you think he's an underground hero?" Uraraka asked.

"His whole motto screams stealth. But we have to wait and see for now." Aizawa answered.

"When am I not ready, my darling Manic?" The answering question from the suave was obviously rhetoric.

"Oh my god! His voice is so hot!" Kaminari screamed like a fangirl while Ashido stared at him.

"The dude's gay, at least bisexual for him to react like that." She muttered to herself.

Several girls and a few boys blushed at the voice coming from the young man known as Zero. It seems like many students discovered things about themselves since arriving in the Arcade.

A snort sounded from the other end was all the response the unknown person, Zero, received, "Don't answer that." He intoned bluntly.

"The guy has jokes," Honenuki stated blandly.

With that said, Zero took a running leap towards the next rooftop, his steps silent and mysterious like him. He showed no hint of tiring or slowing down in his running towards the location that Manic provided to him. The adrenaline was seeping into his body at thought of the danger ahead and his grin, from beneath his mask, widened just short of maniacal.

He loved this feeling!

"He's a free spirit, an adrenaline junkie who's probably a vigilante," Kan stated, staring intently at the screen.

Aizawa hummed in consideration as he followed the movements and the man's absolute control of his footsteps, although he was doubtful of the person being a vigilante for some reason. It took years for him to master stealth-like that and he was impressed someone could do that. He could respect someone who had enough dedication and determination to master the art.

Zero stopped at the edge of the last rooftop before dropping into a crouch, looking in the direction of a busted-down warehouse. The building he was on was big and overlooked the warehouse, allowing him an easy access view of the inside of the warehouse through the glass roof.

"So it's a mission, maybe recognizance for his team," Yagi stated.

"Nope, that's a lone wolf working in the field." Aizawa disagreed with the man.

"Just like you." Hizashi sing-songed in his ear.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he began searching around him while knocking on the cemented roof slightly, listening for the change in the sound. A dull echo greeted him a few seconds later causing him to let out a small husky chuckle. He tapped the weakened spot a few times before bringing his clenched fist back, and then he struck the cement hard. The roof easily cracked and broke apart at the force leaving a hollowed-out space that contained a simple black casing and a small bag. Zero reached in and grabbed both, moving away from the hole with the items in his hands then went straight to work.

"Oh man, that was awesome! That dude broke that cement-like it was his bitch!" Tetsutetsu yelled which was followed by Kirishima.

"Tch…"

Bakugou was staring intently at the man named Zero, and so far he never used a visible quirk once. The stealth, running, leaping and strength can be chalked up as intense training. His quirk must be a transformation type or mental, but the equipment lends itself to the latter theory.

Opening the case, the disassembled parts of a Barrett M82 sniper rifle laid innocently inside just waiting to be used.

"Okay kiddos, let's pause for a second over there." Kan stated with a smile as he walked to the front of the room, "Now let's do a bit of trivia, what was that on the screen?"

A round of hands shot up, like a bunch of pre-schoolers instead of heroes-in-training. Kan pointed at someone from his class who was quiet the entire time, Tsunotori Pony.

"A gun."

It was plain and simple, yet foreign for the teenagers especially in this era of quirks. A gun couldn't do much against quirk users and were often given to police officers. Snipe, a teacher from U.A, specialized in guns because of his quirk but not a lot of people used them. Gun laws that were extremely regulated before the era of quirks, relaxed significantly as people lost interest. They'd rather rely on something that was always with them and couldn't be taken away which was stupid. Quirks were tools, at the end of the day, which could be taken away if someone was crazy or smart enough.

"Now, do any of you know why a gun is dangerous?" Kan asked like they were four-year-olds.

Tsuyu answered, "Well, bullets are fired from the gun using gunpowder. It's like an emitter quirk that you can get anywhere if you have a license. Kero."

"Exactly, that's why they were highly regulated in Japan before quirks. While licenses are extremely hard to obtain nowadays but there are loopholes and connections that bypass that. Please…if you ever encounter someone with a gun, think before you fight. Your choices could either save lives or end up with someone dead."

"So that means that Zero is a villain," Hagakura muttered.

"He could just be an underground hero. Snipe uses guns, remember how he shot Shigaraki." Ojiro assured.

Zero grabbed the lower part of the weapon, dropping open the legs of the tripod attached to it before setting it down gently. He removed the rear pin then pulled the bolt carrier back slightly allowing him to remove the shorter pin then slowly rocked the carrier forward before letting go. Zero reached back into the case and picked up the upper part of the rifle. He slid the barrel out of the receiver then carefully pulled the sling back until he heard a click, locking it in place. Quickly, he attached the lip of the upper part to the front bar of the lower part then yanked on the bolt carrier, allowing the upper and lower parts to join with a click. Letting go, he attached the pins in their respective places before reaching into the smaller bag which contained a box of rounds which he filled into the chamber of the rifle. The gun was shifted in position to face the glass roof of the warehouse that was currently dark. Zero laid his body flat against the roof, adjusting the focus of the scope on the rifle before humming a small tune indicating that he was ready.

"That's so cool!" Awase shouted at the quick assembly of the gun.

"Yeah, right!" Tsuburaba agreed.

"Manic?"

"Inbound in 3…2…1."

At the end of the countdown, the warehouse door slid open with a grating shriek against the ground that echoed through the silence, then the lights overhead flicked on, giving a full view of what was stored on the inside. Tons of stacked-up crates were lined against the walls of the worn-out building, clearly ready for their impending shipment. However, this was no ordinary shipment; the crates contained hundreds of vials of Trigger which was a drug that had been filling up the black market recently. The meeting was supposed to be a secret between the dealer and a big shot buyer. He had stalked this case for months just to get this date and time, so he only had one shot to make it count.

"Sensei, what's Trigger?" Iida asked confused since he's never heard his brother talk about it.

"…It's a drug that can be bought on the black market but it has been gaining popularity due to the quirk effects."

"Quirk effects?"

"People who use trigger gain a significant boost in the quirks however the effect can be addictive."

Izuku frowned at the explanation, "All the people with minor quirks would flock to the drug because of that, especially villains."

"Exactly, what better way to control the market than through the numerous people who are unsatisfied with their quirks," Nedzu smirked.

"How's my wind, darling?" Zero asked with a smirk as he stared through the scope of the gun.

"The night's still and perfect for you, today." Manic stated.

"That guy's confidence is off the charts bro." Kirishima admired with sparkles in his eyes.

"I know bro." Kaminari agreed with equally sparkly eyes.

The visor, he was wearing, calculated the exact distance and co-ordinates that stood between him and his target, taking in the possible threats to his shot and giving him the best path to the outcome he wanted. Zero adjusted the focus and range of the scope accordingly, gaining a clearer picture of the two men that entered the warehouse.

"Ohhh…that baby looks so fun to build," Hatsume exclaimed happily.

They were dressed in regular clothes, giving no indication of what they were actually doing in a remote warehouse at eleven 'o clock in the night. As Zero waited for a clear shot that would allow no take backsies, he began to hum a familiar haunting tune that would cause anyone to freeze in fear.

"Welp, that's terrifying," Sero stated bluntly.

Many people nodded their heads in agreement at the statement from the boy while Aizawa narrowed his eyes at the humming. It sounded practiced; like it was done often enough that it became a habit.

"It seems we had a villain on our hands or what others call a 'morally grey' vigilante," Nedzu announced for everyone in the room.

"Why do you say that, sir?" Yanagi questioned.

"Serial killers have a calling card either before or after they kill someone. Our friend, Zero, here is actively humming just before a kill. It might look innocent enough, but that's a sign of a predator stalking their prey." He explained with a small smile.

"What did you mean by a 'morally grey' vigilante, sir?" Komori nervously asked.

Aizawa answered instead, "Their morals in regards to killing are in the middle. They normally leave their victims grievously harmed or kill them outright. Their permanent solution to crime is to kill the villains. That's the line drawn between villains, vigilantes, and heroes."

"And what draws the line for heroes?" The question was posed by Todoroki whose hand was being held tightly in Izuku's.

"Anything less than white gets them crucified."

"Then people's views on what's considered black and white are skewed," Todoroki stated bluntly.

"Gotcha…" He whispered, placing his finger gently on the trigger.

He squeezed the trigger, the bullet left the muzzle with a ringing sound that wasn't even registered until it was buried deeply, into the dealer's spine. Zero quickly released another bullet into the receiver by yanking on the bolt carrier, calculated and fire the second shot with little fanfare. The dealer fell to the ground with blood pooling around him from the wound in his back which was soon joined by the buyer, who didn't even register the body lying on the ground, with blood pouring rapidly from the shot through his abdomen.

Several students flinched back at the sound of the gun being fired while most of the room screamed at the bodies lying in pools of their own blood. The teachers stared grimly at the scene knowing the kids were going to have to see this sooner or later. Izuku gritted his teeth to keep the bile from rising, knowing those people were so viciously taken down like they were nothing was upsetting. Sure, they were villains but they were still human.

Zero tapped his trigger twice before exhaling deeply, releasing all the tension that had settled onto his shoulders. The cops and underground heroes should be arriving any minute now and he didn't want to be there for that shitshow. He disassembled his rifle, carefully placing the parts into the case with the rest of the bullets.

"I sooo wanted those headshots today…" He whined with a pout.

Many students shivered at the admission and bloodlust that seemed to pour from that statement, just like the blood that drained from the bodies in that warehouse.

"Not so cool, anymore," Awase whispered in regret.

"The police and heroes need them for their investigation into Trigger, Zero." Manic sighed.

"I know, but they're so boring. I mean, jeez…they take away all my fun."

The petulance that echoed from the statement made the students grimace, like killing people was a game to Zero. It was just a job for him and he got his rocks off to killing people. It disgusted them and made them vow to take down people like him.

"I'm not getting paid for this job so the heroes are happy for my gracious assistance with their investigation," Zero muttered darkly.

'A hired killer. He seems to be a freelancer. They don't look like someone who'd be happy working under someone like in a company.' Izuku thought.

He slung the case over his shoulder and was getting ready to climb down the ladder on the side of the building when he sensed something coming in his direction. Tightening his hold on the case, he flipped on one hand at the last minute, resulting in the capture weapon grasping at nothing but air. With reflexes of a known pro, he snuck a small knife out of his boot and launched it directly at the threat. The person titled their head to the side allowing the knife to go sailing passed but not without nicking him on his face first.

Class A cheered for the teacher to take out the murderer making him smirk, knowing his class had his back which made Hizashi let out happy tears. Kayama laughed happily at him, telling him he was going soft for his class of misfits.

"Aww Eraserhead…are you losing your touch in your old age?" Zero asked innocently.

"Tch…you're a menace to society that should be locked up." The pro-hero intoned.

"Lock him up!" Chanted the newly dubbed Eraserhead cult.

"You say nicest things! Ah, sadly I can't grant your wish. I've still got things to do, people to see and you know…I'm young-" He was cut up when the hero's capture weapon made another grab at him.

Kayama and Hizashi snorted at the jab towards their colleague's age while Aizawa glared at them like a vengeful god. Even though he didn't have his quirk, they swore his eyes turned red.

"Hey! I was talking! Don't you have any manners?!" Zero shouted while evading the weapon.

"I don't want to waste my breath on a known criminal, Zero."

"But I thought we were friends Eraser…" Zero faked whimpered at the man.

"We. Are. Not. Friends." Eraserhead growled menacingly.

"You seem more pissed off than usual Eraser." Hizashi pointed out.

"Hmmm…I wonder what happened." Aizawa agreed since he was normally level-headed especially on a mission.

"But we braided each other's hair, gossiped about the other heroes, and trash-talked Endeavor." He listed off his fingers which made him angrier.

That caused a round of laughter to erupt of the teenagers in the room, even grumpy pants Bakugou smirked at the sassy attitude of Zero. Todoroki snorted at the Endeavor bit before looking in the direction of his teacher in consideration. He wondered whether his teacher held the same opinions about his father as the one on-screen.

"Ohhhh…you're angry because I drugged you the last time we met." Zero laughed like a maniac at the disgusted expression on the hero's face.

"I woke up two days late on the roof of Endeavor's agency dressed in drag!" He shouted in fury.

At that, the entire room broke down completely with tears running down their faces at the cheeky villain who managed to drug the ever-vigilant Eraserhead. The teacher weren't doing any better, they were finished at the indignant tone from Aizawa while the man in question gritted his teeth angrily.

"Tch. Fine, laugh it up all you want." He growled.

Zero guffawed at the image that he remembered from last week; he brought Eraserhead coffee from his favorite cat café and gave it to him as a sign of goodwill, so to say. Not before filling the cup with a concoction of euphoria and LSD. That was a good day, especially with what came after.

A picture of Aizawa wearing a short pink dress with a poofy skirt appeared on screen. He was sporting some cat ears and a cattail with a ribbon hanging from it. His spectacularly sparkly outfit was complemented by a pair of knee-high boots and wrist-length gloves of the same color. His make-up was smudged but looked fairly okay, with pink and red being the theme. Honestly he rocked that shit.

"I would have never thought I would say this to you Aizawa but…" Kan started.

"Shut up. Don't say it!" He snarled.

"…you pull off the candyfloss pink and red lipstick well."

It was quiet after that admission, and then the occupants in the room ascended to heaven from how funny that was. Hizashi looked like his soul left his body with how he was gasping for breath while still laughing. Yagi had since lost two more ounces of blood since the first round of laughter. Shinsou had choked on the donut he had absconded from the food table when he saw the picture displayed on the screen then watched wide-eyed as various students took out their phones and started taking pictures.

"Excuse me? I had to take care of you in that state!" Zero sassed knowing he was going to get hit for that.

"I wouldn't have been on that state if it wasn't for you!"

Zero yelped, barely avoiding the fibers of the scarf that was reacting faster to his moves due to the hero's high level of emotions. The outcome of a drugged Eraserhead was robbing a costume shop and Walmart, dressing in drag straight down to the underwear before prancing around singing pre-quirk era songs which consisted of Lady Gaga and My Chemical Romance, for some reason, and then proceeded to diss Endeavor like nobody's business.

"Pffftt…!"

"Oh my god…!"

"Sir, I didn't know you resonated with Lady Gaga!"

"I always knew you were emo for a reason, Eraser!" Hizashi gasped trying and failing to catch his breath.

The Number Two pro-hero had to get professionals to clean up the graffiti which included badly drawn stick-figures of the man, curse words that should be considered illegal, and dicks decorating his agency. Let's not forget the refurbished billboards that featured Endeavor wearing a painted on pink tutu and eye-patch looking like some demented pirate.

That was it for Todoroki who burst out laughing, joining the rest of the cackles that erupted from the room. That was absolutely priceless and he would have loved to see his father's face when he first saw it. Bakugou was struggling to keep the guffaws in and ended up in a losing battle at the sight of Endeavor in a pink tutu of all things. Aizawa cracked a small, barely noticeable smile at the sight before that disappeared when he saw his friends still laughing at the picture of him on their phones.

"Hey Shouta, why didn't you tell me you had a talent for drag? I've been looking for a dress-up buddy!" Kayama exclaimed happily.

"Oh, God! I can now happily die in peace!" Hizashi shouted.

"How about I grant you that wish right now?"

Hizashi yelped and dived away from his murderous friend as Aizawa attempted to strangle him with his scarf.

On the other hand, Eraserhead was still in top shape when it came to his fighting ability so it was hard to keep him in check the entire time. For a man that was clearly off his rocker, he sure knew how to judo throw someone when they touched him.

"At least I took some photos…" The admission from Zero caused the hero to freeze in his place.

Then a massive amount of killing intent filled the air, directing itself at the now awkwardly smiling young man who muttered an 'oh, shit' before dodging away from a murderous Eraserhead whose eyes were glowing red, indicating his quirk was being used.

"Hehe…you know what, E-Eraserhead? I think I-I overstayed my welcome…" Zero stated nervously, diving away from the claws of the hero.

With that said, he spun on his heel and high-tailed it for the edge of the roof and leaped off, swan-diving for the ground with a speed that should have killed him. He flipped forward once before landing solidly on the soles of his feet, the steel-toed combat boots absorbed the pressure and pain of the stunt.

"Holy motherfucking shit!" Kaibara shouted in shock at the stunt and subsequent landing.

"That was awesome!"

"Hell, yeah!"

"I wanna do that too but not stick the landing!"

"Love you Eraser!" He screamed before bolting off, not wanting to confront an enraged underground pro.

"God-fucking-damnit!"

"Temper, temper Shouta." HIzashi chastised him like he was a child

"Yeah, Shouta…you know you're not supposed to curse in front of the children," Kayama stated with a smile.

"And you're a hazard to society with the way you act!" Shouta growled out at her.

A black-haired young man bent his head lower, his chin almost to his chest as if he were trying to hide away but if you paid more attention, you'd notice his eyes shifting slightly at every person that walked past him. He had a black cap on his head which was covered by the hood of his black jacket, he was tugged further at the hood until it cast a shadow over his eyes, blocking them from the view of all watching him. He had a white medical mask covering the lower half of his face, preventing any of his distinct features from being shown. He stuffed his hands further in his pocket as he continued down the busy street then suddenly turned right, the shadow of an unknown figure following behind him with light steps, unnoticed by the boy who was still walking casually.

The room of people calmed down significantly enough to pay attention to what was happening on the screen.

"You know, you look more suspicious when you do that," Kamakiri stated.

"I was just about to say that dude," Kaminari said looking at the other boy.

"Is that Zero…you know, out of uniform?" Ashido pondered, watching the boy walking dressed in all black.

Aizawa paid close attention to that traitor of a man, vengeance glinting in his black eyes promising death when he found the identity of the man.

All of a sudden, the shadow jumped at the boy, the glint of a knife gleaming dangerously as the unknown struck hard and fast at the boy.

"Oh my god!"

"That was so fucking fast! I barely saw it!"

"That kid's dead, he's not even paying attention."

The boy spun on his right heel with lightning-fast reflexes, swiftly pulling a dagger from the holster beneath his hooded jacket and parried the knife. He stepped forward with his left foot, transferring his strength towards his hand grasping the dagger, and pushed away from the assailant's knife. The figure jumped back, landing gracefully like a cat with the knife still gripped tightly in their hand.

"Awesome, he defended himself!"

"Was he…just casually carrying a dagger under his jacket this entire time?"

"Fucking hell…I'm gonna die of a heart attack with all these jump scares."

"Good job, Izu-kun!" The voice of one Toga Himiko sounded from the unknown figure.

The number of people that blinked in confusion as the same time was extremely unnerving but who could blame them, after what they just heard. Izuku's jaw dropped open at the familiar voice and the pet name while Mineta cried in the background about how 'Midoriya was a villain magnet'. He couldn't be a villain, right? It was impossible! This universe included Toga and Izuku knowing each other as well, in some way.

The boy in question tugged at his mask revealing a pale face with a light dusting of freckles covering his nose and cheeks. There were small scars littering his cheek that looked surgical and a larger scar that ran from his left temple, down his cheek, and stopped just below his jaw. The area surrounding his eye was heavily scarred like it was burned. His eyes were a malicious blood red that shone with bloodlust as they took in the figure in front of him before a savage grin spread across his face, mirroring the one on Himiko's face.

Everyone stared shell-shocked at the dark-haired teenager on-screen while said the boy was trying to piece together what was left of his shattered mind. His face was older and more mature with sharp features and a clean face. Uraraka blushed at the grin on the alternate Izuku's face and found that she rather liked it on him. Iida just looked back and forth between the screen and his friend, taking in the obvious differences. Aizawa's brows reached his hairline as he looked between his student and the criminal. Toga was featured again, appeared to be close with Izuku if the nickname and grins were anything to go by. Yagi stared helplessly at the version of his successor that was obviously a murderer and maybe a bit unhinged. Bakugou struggled to comprehend his childhood ex-friend being the same person on the screen.

"It's Midoriya, but add an edge to the recipe…" Tokoyami muttered making Shoji snort.

"Himi-chan, my darling little sister…did you forget that I taught you everything you know. Now, whatever do I owe the pleasure of being graced your presence?" Izuku asked with a smirk.

"Aww, can't I say 'hi' to my favorite big brother?" She asked.

"Wait, you guys are siblings in this one!" Ashido screamed.

"Obviously not blood-related," Sero answered.

"As if I'd buy that load of bullshit from you…now, where the fuck did you go?" Izuku growled taking a predatory step towards his sister.

"I'd never thought I'd see the day where I would be afraid of Midoriya," Kirishima muttered.

"A-Ahh…you see I was visiting a friend…?"

"That sounded like a question." Izuku deadpanned before losing his anger, his posture visibly deflating, "At least tell us next time. Everyone was worried about you."

"Aww…you care so much about her." Hado smiled happily with sparkling eyes.

Izuku just laughed at the comment awkwardly, not knowing what to say to that.

Himiko's expression softened as she smiled at her brother before stealing his cap and ruffling his fluffy hair like she had intended to do. He groaned, like always, but left her to it, knowing that it was futile to stop her torment.

"Let's just go home…" He said tiredly, grabbing hold of her wrist tightly as he dragging her towards the riskier side of town.

Some girls were awing at the sibling relationship while others glared at the boy on-screen who held their classmate's name yet was nothing like him at all. Izuku titled his head to the side while unconsciously humming in thought, 'The physical difference could make this an alternate universe instead of an alternate timeline, meaning this Izuku was vastly different in his thinking and morals.'

The thought that 'this' Izuku was a murderer was pushed to the back of his mind, he didn't want to open that can of worms.

He refused to let go of her wrist, just in case she decided to one-up him and slip away like the snake she was. She's done it before and he wasn't taking any chances. He took multiple alleys through the desolate part of town, just in case someone was following them before taking another alternate route towards their home.

Aizawa nodded his head in approval; the kid was paranoid for a reason since his job included murdering people part-time.

The building was dilapidated and honestly looked haunted from where he stood, but it was home and they had lived there for years with no one finding out. Izuku slid his hand across the wall beside the door, pressing down on a few bricks that seemed to sink into the wall until a beep was heard. The front door creaked open, the sound echoing throughout the apartment building. Izuku dragged his sister inside, carefully shutting the door without letting go then marched up the precarious stairs towards their rooms. They each had their own rooms which were personalized with junk they were able to either find and collect or steal.

Izuku's jaw dropped open in disbelief at what the alternate version of him called 'home'. Where was his mother? His home? Did that 'Izuku' and Toga just live alone with no parents? Granted, if they had parents, they wouldn't have been up and about murdering people for the fun of it. It was still a chilling thought that his mother either left him as a kid or…died? What would he do without his mother? Although she didn't support his dreams, she was always there for him and she tried her best. She was the best mom and he wouldn't give her up for anything.

"They're homeless." Someone, finally, announced.

"That means that their orphans or runaways," Todoroki stated.

"Shouldn't people know about this, fully grown teenagers living in an abandoned building...?" Iida stated scandalized.

"Iida, I don't know what you think this world is about but those kids…they're people who society doesn't give a shit about. No one's going to miss a runaway or on odd orphan or two." Izuku, of all people, commented bluntly as he stared at the picture the building made.

"Midoriya, your lang-" Iida was wisely cut off from his tirade.

"The world…is a cruel place and many people are forgotten in the chaos. That's the reality of life and there is nothing you can do about it." Izuku stated before continuing, "Besides…I don't think you have any right to chastise me on anything when you decided you were going to murder another human being." He growled harshly which shut his friend up.

The silence in the room was so tense that you could hear a pin drop. Numerous thoughts ran through Bakugou's head as he stared at the green-haired boy, the bitterness and spite were uncommon but not rare. It reared its ugly head when Izuku was stressed or angry, the former more so but that was the first time he saw it in action. Bakugou had never been on the receiving end of Izuku's anger and it seemed like that attitude was coming out the more the stupid nerd watched his other-selves.

'Well, I guess I'll just have to beat it out of him first. I'll show him his place and make him stay there...' He thought viciously.

Finally, he removed his hand from Himiko's wrist, allowing her to happily trot to her room like she hadn't done anything wrong.

"We'll be talking about what you did later Akatani Himiko." He warned making her gulp, knowing he was dead serious when he pulled out the 'full name' card.

"Aww dude, how could you pull the parent card like that?" Kaminari whined.

"The surname is different though…" Tokage pointed out.

"If they are…urm…siblings doesn't that mean they share the same…what was the word…surname." Tsunotori tried to explain but kept switching between English and Japanese.

He moved towards the room door that was decorated with splashes black, white and purple paint, and knocked. Izuku patiently waited for a reply which he, predictably, didn't get then he opened the door. He leaned his body against the doorway and stared at the occupant and room with an impressed look. There were multiple blankets draping from the ceiling, covering the bed and ground. The whole room looked like a fort with maximum 'comf' being kept in mind. Fairy lights hang from the corners of the fort which met at the apex with pillows thrown across the expanse of the floor and bed. It included a mini-fridge and a small television set that was currently displaying a compilation of Eraserhead fighting videos.

"Oh my god, I love this room. The aesthetic screams comfortable and the fairy lights look so pretty." Ashido squealed.

"It reminds me of the forts I used to build as a kid." Tokage smiled in admittance.

Meanwhile, Shinsou stared at the room longingly; it was what he had always wanted his room to look like as a child before he grew out of it. That dream seemed to come back with full force at seeing the finished product.

"So how long did you stay up last night?" Izuku questioned.

There was a long pause before the question was answered with a groan, "Urghhh…I just fell asleep."

A long and loud yawn same from the blankets before he continued, "What's the time?" He asked groggily, the questions muffled by the layers.

"It's three in the afternoon, Hitoshi."

The boy with messy purple hair could only stare in confusion at the screen; he knew that that was his name leaving the black-haired boy's mouth and that was his voice being spoken but he didn't comprehend it. Many students shifted from one side to the next, searching for the student in question who was hiding in the shadows of the room.

There was a clicked tongue at the words and a shuffling of the numerous blankets on the bed before a head of messy hair streaked with purple, black, and white hair poked out of the mountain of comfy that the boy had finally achieved.

Withholding a sigh, "Did you eat any food today?"

"What day is it?" and with that Izuku left the doorway and jogged down the stairs towards the dungeon room currently holding their gremlin.

"That's the second person I know who've had hairstyle changes…" Ashido muttered, "I wonder what my hair looks like."

Shinsou's eyebrows raised to his hairline at his mess that was called hair. He never had the desire to ever dye it a different color as he quite liked the purple hair he had which was soft to the touch.

"Please eat some food Hitoshi, there are leftovers in the fridge!" He called out while opening the forbidden door.

"Hey Eraser, he reminds me of you," Hizashi commented gleefully.

"And he's a fan of your work," Kayama smirked.

All Aizawa could do was groan at the matching grins on their faces; he bemoaned his fate at being saddled together with them.

Sounds of machinery running and exploding, and cursing greeted him, he took a deep breath calming himself and gathered up all his courage, and descended into the hell that was Mei's workshop.

"That's me! And I'm making babies! Finally, I get to see some alternate universe inventions that I can build." Mei exclaimed manically.

The Dekusquad leaned as far away as possible from her without leaving their seats, which wasn't much but it helped. Izuku raised his hand in a placating manner, to try and calm the pink-haired girl down.

As soon as he entered, he got a face full of smoke which he just pressed his lips at before navigating towards the ventilation system that was off for some reason. He flicked the switch on and watched, relieved, as the smoke left revealing the girl behind the disaster. Her messy white hair was tied up into a high ponytail and her face was stained with grease as she fiddled with another machine, her eyes were focused entirely on her task that she didn't seem to notice Izuku's entrance into her lair at all.

Hatsume frowned in confusion at the hair color change. It was evident that it was bleached white with the damage she could see. She didn't understand why she would change it though. Hatsume never had any particular like or dislike with her hair and its color but she would never go through all the trouble of bleaching it.

"Mei-Mei, darling? How long have you been down here?"

"Midoriya, man…you are terrifying and that smile isn't helping," Kirishima stated bluntly at the, now, flailing boy.

Several students shivered at the expression on the face of Izuku which didn't look as out of place as it should have been. Bakugou repressed the shiver that crawled its way down his spine as he took in the serene smile and manic eyes of the boy.

The sickly sweet tone and smile that screamed 'dangerous' worked like a charm as she sweat-dropped and let go of the tools in her hands while relaxing the old cushy rolling chair situated behind her, it was probably her first break in two days. He sighed in exasperation and stalked towards his other sister, grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the basement for some sleep and food. Otherwise, she'd keep going until she dropped from exhaustion or hunger.

"So wait…are all of you siblings in this universe?" Awase asked in confusion.

"Probably adopted or runaways together," Kaibara stated lazily.

Todoroki's mind, on the other hand, was running a mile a minute as he desperately tried to connect the dots of the four people being related. Since he told Midoriya that he suspected he was All Might's secret love child, he's been trying to find evidence to support the theory. However, adding three more children just made his task harder especially since he thought Shinsou was Aizawa-sensei's secret love child. The dark eye-bags from insomnia, the addiction to coffee, and the love of cats fit perfectly with what he observed from Aizawa. He had stalked Shinsou in his free time to try and find out the truth.

Shinsou felt a very distinctive shiver run down his spine, it was the very same one that he got from time to time when he went out in public. It felt like someone was watching him.

Izuku sat her down on one of the mismatched chairs at the kitchen table then proceeded to raid the fridge for leftovers that he could heat up. Taking out the fried chicken and mashed potatoes that he made yesterday, he placed them in the microwave. While he waited for that to be done, he took out a couple of bottled energy drinks and an armload of canned iced-coffee and dumped them on the table near Mei, who lunged for the energy drinks like a starved beast.

"Hey, Hatsume…do you act like that as well?" Uraraka asked with a nervous smile.

"Only when I go without food and sleep after a couple of days!" She admitted happily, not understanding when the gravity girl turned pale.

Smiling contently, he grabbed her wrist that was reaching out and twisted it behind her back while gripping the back of her neck tightly before slamming her non-to-gently on the table. He restrained her like one would a wild animal with a smile on his face like the creepy fuck that he was.

"Okay! I'm gonna say it! Midoriya…" Kaminari called out to the green-haired boy, "You're fucking terrifying and I take back what I said about you being a doormat." He admitted.

However, Izuku didn't take too kindly to the 'doormat' insult because his normally bright smile turned glacial, "Kaminari, I'm going to wisely ignore the insult that you just threw at my face."

The boy's smile was so wide and forced that his eyes were closed but somehow, he still managed to stare at the blond idiot head-on.

"You're an idiot, you know that right?" Sero commented bluntly before shivering at the coldness emanating from Midoriya's direction.

"Dude, what the fuck? You're gonna get us all killed…" Mineta whimpered, utterly terrified of Midoriya now.

While Mei struggled futilely in Izuku's grip, Hitoshi lumbered down the stairs with a blanket covering him, not even giving any attention to what was going on with the others.

"Dude, you're such a badass for that move!" Someone called out causing a furious blush to spread across Shinsou's face.

The boy grabbed a can of the iced-coffee and cracked it open, taking a huge gulp before sighed like a druggie who just got their fix.

"Mei-Mei, please don't make me harm you." Izuku stated blandly which made her seize her struggling, "Now, be a dear and sit like a civilized person. Get some food in your body before you start pumping it with caffeinated drinks."

Once his sister was calm, he let her go which allowed her to sit back down in the chair. Izuku moved towards the microwave and started plating out some portion in the few plates that they keep in the cupboards that weren't chipped. He made five plates of food and managed to carry them all to the table before setting them down gently.

"Deku-kun, you're acting like their dad…" Uraraka stated with a grin causing Izuku to splutter nonsense in response.

"Hitoshi, the same applies to you. Eat the food." Izuku stated authoritatively.

Hitoshi sighed in disappointment while staring mournfully at the rest of the can of coffee but he'd rather not risk his life. Another day lived, was another day full of coffee was what he convinced himself of.

"Shouta…you didn't have any children by mistake…right?" Hizashi asked hesitantly.

Aizawa just groaned at the blond idiot next to him in answer to the question. Why was he surrounded by so many blond idiots?

Himiko trotted down the stairs, a skip in her step like she finally killed someone worthwhile. She was in a comfortable long sweater dress with shorts underneath and her hair was down, reaching mid-back. It was streaked with pinks highlights, because why not.

"Himiko, you're back," Hitoshi stated.

"Hmm-hmm…I said I wouldn't be gone long," She confirmed with a catlike smile.

Mineta drooled like the horndog he was at the vision that older girl made. Several girls scrunched their noses in disgust at the perverted look on his face.

"Dude, you're not being manly right now. Especially with that look in your eyes." Kirishima reprimanded with a frown.

Izuku refused to listen to their conversation because it sounded like his precious little brother lied to him and knew exactly where his big sister went gallivanting off to. Just as Himiko took a seat, a loud beep sounded from the front door and his last sibling walked in with a back on his back, a medical eye patch covering the left side of their face, and a beanie covering their head.

"Shouto, where did you go?" Izuku asked.

Chaos ensued from the students as they stared at the boy on-screen. He was unrecognizable and they were sure only someone who really knew the boy would tell the difference. Shouto straightened his posture from its previous slouches as he took in everything about the boy. He looked…happy and relaxed, unafraid of the people there and trusting of everything around him.

Shouta was now officially concerned, that was two of his problem children not in U.A and apparently homeless. Todoroki Shouto was the Number Two hero's son. If he was a runaway there, then his father would have not stopped searching for him. What happened to drive Shouto away from his home? Was there something he was missing? He was no fan of Endeavor but he had never heard of him doing anything untoward but his gut feeling was kicking his ass. Something wasn't right…that was another thing added to his mental list.

"Endeavor's agency still hasn't managed to clean up the dicks painted on the building so I went to take a picture." He revealed with a snort, a beautiful smile gracing his lips.

The crowd of students stared, entranced by the smile that Shouto was wearing on his pretty face. He never smiled since the first time they'd met him and it was amazing to see it in action. Todoroki Shouto was an unfairly beautiful human being who looked more enchanting when he smiled.

Shouto titled his head to the side in confusion, like an adorable puppy, at the unfamiliar picture he made when he smiled. Izuku blushed with wide eyes at the face on-screen before looking to his left where Todoroki was seated beside, still holding his hand which he was currently stroking unconsciously. He felt the heat of the blush spreading along his neck and shoulders in embarrassment and something else he couldn't identify at the action. It felt nice, though.

"Hey, Todoroki…" Izuku mused softly, catching the boy's attention, "…you look nice when you smile." He admitted.

It took Shouto a couple of seconds to recognize the compliment and he reacted with an intense blush which he tried to cover up with his left hand since his right was occupied.

"But there tons of images of it online," Izuku argued, "But not one with me talking a selfie in front of it," Shoto said before showing a selfie of him standing in front of Endeavor's agency that had the crudely drawn male genitals on it, holding up two fingers in a peace sign. Izuku snorted lightly before covering it up with a cough.

"Ohhh, that's priceless!"

"Todoroki is funny in this universe and he smiles, he's perfect! He's prince charming."

"Enough of…that, go change. You need to eat."

With that Shouto left to go change in his room while the other dug into their meals. Izuku sighed at his brother's antics, maybe being the oldest wasn't a good thing. He was seventeen years old, taking care of four teenagers; he didn't know how he managed. Before he knew it, he was lost in thought and didn't even notice Shouto's return.

"I'm older than the rest of you…" Izuku stated loudly, "I was born earlier than the rest of you. I don't know any of you and I don't think I was ever friends with Kacchan here."

Bakugou gritted his teeth at the sharp poking sensation in his chest at the knowledge that he never knew the nerd and he wasn't friends with him. Several others murmured their dissatisfaction at that, they didn't mean the boy and become friends. Class A liked him a lot although he could be extremely skittish and nervous most of the time; they knew he'd be there for them when they were in trouble.

"Or…we could have all just been born later," Kaminari whispered to himself.

"…zuku…Izuku!" The shout knocked him back down to Earth where he saw everyone staring at him worriedly.

"What happened?" He asked confused.

"You zoned out." Mei stated to which he replied with a muted 'oh'.

"You good?" Hitoshi asked with a raised brow.

He nodded before going back to his food, he'd never waste food. He knew how difficult it was to come by, especially when you're a kid living on the streets.

Aizawa furrowed his eyebrows together, scowling in anger and worry knowing his problem child was homeless. How long was he without a stable home? Did he stay in that building the entire time? Where were his parents? Goddamnit, he needed to speak Izuku after this, just in case, there was some trouble at home. He needed to speak to his entire class about their home situations.

"Himiko, where'd you go?" He asked suddenly which caused her to stutter to a halt.

"Erm…I went to visit…Dabi and Twice." She admitted with her head lowered.

"That's the league…" He intoned quietly.

Izuku pondered the admission; it didn't look like she was a villain. But appearances are deceiving, more so in the case of Toga's transformation quirk. Maybe she took the same path as her esteemed older brother.

The hum that sounded from Izuku made everyone tense slightly, they knew he would never hurt them but it still scared them all the same.

"The league is full of psychos that want the world to burn, you know Himiko?" Izuku stated in the question.

"I-I know that…but you can't disagree with that. The world is a fucking shithole. I mean…look at us, the abandoned and forgotten. Nobody would give a crap about us if we died." Himiko explained with a frown.

Nedzu pressed his lips tightly together at the words from the girl, knowing all too well the cruelty and savageness of humanity.

"I'm legally dead so no one was going to give a crap anyway." Izuku sassed with a small smile.

"Fine! No one's going to give a crap us the runaways and orphans." She hissed with a pout on her lips.

Izuku choked on his saliva at the blasé admission from his alternate self while many students looked concerned at that. Aizawa cursed angrily at the words while Bakugo clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"What the hell?" Kirishima whispered to himself in worry.

Shouto snorted loudly which set of a chain reaction around the table as everyone began laughing. Izuku loved the little family he created and he would never give them up, no matter the cost.

The reaction caused more shock to rise from the people watching, why were they laughing?!

Aizawa loudly cleared his throat, gaining their attention, "They're probably used to it. It's like dark humor or a coping mechanism for whatever happened to them."

There was a small silence before Izuku took a closer look at the on-screen Shouto, "Oh my God, Todoroki-kun. Your hair is pitch black."

Heads shot up towards the screen as everyone took in a Todoroki that dyed his hair black which caused many people to blush and many eyebrows to rise.

"Not bad, icyhot. You're not so recognizable, now that you got rid of the candy cane strips." Bakugou intoned at the image Shouto.

"Oh my God, blasty boy! Did you just compliment something else that wasn't your own ego?" Jirou gasped mockingly.

"Shut the fuck up, earlobes!"

"League aside, stay safe when you go out Himi-chan. Castrate them if they do anything untoward." Izuku stated which she whooped at.

"Anyone else with exciting news?"

Hitoshi took a long sip of his drink before clearing his throat, "I wanna go to U.A."

Shinsou looked shocked at the words, he didn't know that his desire to be a hero would carry onto this universe's Hitoshi.

The silence that descended in the room was stifling as they took in the admission from their youngest sibling. It wasn't made a secret that he wanted to be a hero, in fact it was inspiring that he managed to keep that dream after all the shit he went through. Hitoshi seemed to shrink on himself at the non-responsive atmosphere when Izuku cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention.

"Is that your final decision?" Izuku asked seriously while staring intently at his younger brother.

"Yes, I want to be a hero." Hitoshi nodded.

Izuku continued to stare before nodded in resignation, "Okay, we'll get you registered for the hero course exam next year." He announced which caused a cheer to sound throughout the room.

Shinsou smiled at the easy acceptance from them; they weren't trying to stop him by telling him his quirk was unfit for hero work and that he was a…villain.

"So wait that makes him like…thirteen now right?" Ashido asked in confusion.

"No, raccoon eyes, he's fourteen and he should turn fifteen when he's in U.A." Bakugou stated.

"Deku-kun is three full years older than us," Uraraka said.

"The timeline of the league is different as well…" Iida observed, his glasses glinting in the screen light.

"Yes, the league only became known after the attack on our class. Since Todoroki and Shinsou are not in U.A so that means that the league made their debut either on another class in U.A or somewhere else." Momo explained.

"But the league only attacked U.A and Class 1-A because All Might was teaching there." Jirou pointed correctly.

Yagi felt his guilt rise to the surface at his failure of not being there for his students and fellow colleagues.

He was going to have to forge a lot of documents for Hitoshi since he was labeled an orphan and runaway. He had already deleted all the records pertaining to his identity so all he had to so was create a new one and insert it into the system. Izuku would have to be extra careful though; Principle Nedzu of U.A was an intellectual and sniffed out secrets like a bloodhound. He would not allow that to happen to his brother.

"Ho ho…seems like this one is extremely intelligent and experienced," Nedzu stated, "He knows what I'm like meaning he's studying me."

"You sure you don't want to join your criminal family…?" He asked tiredly as he thought of all the work he would have to do. Hitoshi only laughed at his pain and he took that as his answer.

"Anyone else has any riveting news that may change the course of our family dynamics?" Izuku asked waiting silently.

"Weelll…I have some news," Mei started slyly; "…the nanotech that we've been working on is almost done. The power source you procured just needs to be installed for it to be activated." Mei finished with a cackle.

Hatsume was scribbling down notes including ideas, rough sketches, and uses of nanotechnology at lightspeed on her notebook. It rivaled Izuku's levels of speed which was an accomplishment in and of itself.

"Did Phoenix help you calculate the possibility of us dying a fiery death due to an explosion?" Izuku asked bluntly.

"Yes! It was an 85% chance of a possible explosion killing us all!" At that Izuku closed his eyes to gather himself, "And the 15% chance of it working convinced you otherwise."

The number of slaps hitting foreheads reverberated throughout the large theatre room at the statement.

That was why he nicknamed her Manic.

"Alright kiddos, go do whatever it is you do when I'm not babysitting and whatever you do…" Izuku started and waited for the answer which came instantly.

"Don't get caught!" They yelled in unison before shooting away from the table and going off in different directions.

"Okay, I know that on-screen Midori murders people and all! But can we just appreciate what an awesome father-figure or older brother he would be?" Ashido squealed loudly making some wince at the high-pitched sounds that echoed.

Izuku chuckled fondly at them as he stayed and collected the plates and empty bottles and cans from the table. They were everything to him and he was always going to try and fulfill any selfish wish of theirs, it was something he never got and he didn't want them to experience that. Especially, after all the shit they went through. He just wished he could do more. They needed a stable environment and a better home with parents who could take care of them. He wasn't enough for them and someday he wasn't going to be there for them, especially with his smart choice of occupation.

"Aww dangit, Ansty Midori is back…" Kaminari pouted.

'Why do I get the feeling that that was said in caps?' Izuku sweatdropped.

Hearing the drag of one of the chairs against the floor, he looked up and saw Himiko staring at him with a small smile. She instinctively knew when he began to overthink things.

"You're a good big brother, Izuku." She reassured.

Ashido cheered with the statement, "Yes, you are Midori!"

"I'm not going to be here forever. Someday, a job is going to go south and I'm going to be killed." He admitted with a small sad smile.

"I thought I was going to die on the streets until your mom was kind enough to take me in, you know. Three years old and sick because my quirk relied on blood. But you guys were so kind, giving me a place to stay and taking care of me." Himiko said with a wistful smile.

"And two years later, you were homeless again." He said with a hint of anger and grief.

Izuku flinched back knowing instinctively that his mother was not alive in that world. That level of anguish meant the worse happened to him and his heart hurt at the thought of his mother just being gone…forever. He couldn't even comprehend the thought yet the Izuku in front of him lived through it. Bakugou gulped visibly at the knowledge that the nerd's mother, Auntie Inko, was fucking dead in that world. He liked her and wouldn't wish for anything bad to happen to her.

"But I had you with me. I wasn't alone and we managed just fine. We collected some strays along the way, curse your bleeding heart, but we made it. We survived and happier than ever. Mei found her love in inventing when she needed it the most because of you,"

Hatsume perked up and looked in the direction of the green-haired boy who apparently gave introduced the concept of inventing to her. Her father had a business of his own, it was small but he built a lot of stuff that sold well. She had fallen in love with inventing while watching her father tinker away in his workshop. It was an exhilarating feeling of watching something you made, with your own hands, work for the first time. Hatsume adored that feeling every time so made something whether it worked or not.

"Shouto isn't abused and a slave to his father's wishes anymore,"

Everyone looked at Shouto in shock and fear and his rapidly paling face was all the confirmation they needed. Aizawa gritted his teeth as one of his questions was answered while the rest of the staff scowled angrily at the thought of Endeavor abusing his own son. Nedzu hummed thoughtfully on how he would use the information being provided to him. Oh, he felt pity towards the youngest child of the Number Two hero but the blackmail material was outstanding.

Izuku tightened his hand around Shouto's in comfort at the reveal of his father's abuse in front of the entire hero course. Uraraka and Iida provided their own comfort just by being there for the boy but they didn't…couldn't say anything to him. What could they say to Shouto? Sorry, you were abused. They knew it happened to people but it was all the more daunting that it happened to someone they knew personally.

Shouto was dazed. The 'him' in that universe broke away from his father by becoming a runaway. He left with Izuku and was happier because of it.

"Hitoshi is so, so happy now that's he away from that god-awful place and he's going to be a hero now…and I'm happy."

Aizawa glanced in the direction of Shinsou, adding another problem child to his list that he needed to keep an eye on. Hopefully, his situation wasn't the same as Shouto's.

"I'm happy that I don't have to be ashamed of my quirk. I'm happy because I've got a family that loves me and won't toss me out at the drop of a hat. I'm happy that my older brother and I survived through all the terrible times and still found a place to belong."

Izuku shakily blocked his mouth with his right hand throughout the entire spiel from Himiko in a familiar gesture of crying. He couldn't cry, not after what happened to his eyes.

"You don't have to take care of us; we take care of each other so share the burden. Don't let it hang off your shoulders." She said while standing up from her seat and walking towards him.

She embraced him gently then began to pet his head, just like the day he watched his mom burn alive. He curled his arms around Himiko's waist and gripped her tightly to his chest before burying his face in her shoulder and hair. She smelled like lavender and iron, probably the blood she regularly consumes; it was home to him though. He was slightly taller than her but he didn't mind bending in for the hug.

"Hitoshi and Todoroki are fourteen years old now so you don't have to hover so much anymore." She whispered in his ear.

"Called it!" Ashido shouted, easing the tension in the room.

"Hah?! I'm the one who fucking called it, raccoon eyes!" Bakugou shouted.

"When am I ever not going to hover around those two, they're the youngest. We have to protect them." He said in return.

"They're growing up. They can make their own decisions about what they want to do with their lives."

Izuku nodded in agreement, "I won't force them into anything."

"You're okay with Hitoshi wanting to be a hero?" He asked Himiko.

"I don't like it, but I'll learn to accept it if only for him. Besides, I think it's nice to have a little variety in the family." She answered amused before letting go, "Plus, if I remember correctly…you wanted to be a hero as well."

"That was before I was diagnosed as quirkless, Himi-chan." Izuku stated casually.

"Yes well, all those assholes that doubted you can eat shit for all I care. Now I'll stay and clean up since I left you guys hanging. You've got files to forge and criminals to severely injure." She countered him.

Izuku stiffened at the word 'quirkless' when someone called out to him, "Hey Class A plain guy!" Monoma called out, "This is the second time you were announced quirkless. Why is that?"

Mumbles of agreements rang throughout the room causing him to shrink into himself. Monoma smirked at the boy's discomfort, sue him but he was an asshole and he had to live up to his image.

"Monoma, that was uncalled for." Kan stated, "You clearly did it on purpose. After this is over, we're going to have a talk on how to be a decent person." The boy scowled.

Kendo stood up from her seat and walked towards Izuku, her stance was stiff and proper which made the boy more nervous. Suddenly, she bent down at a ninety-degree angle while her arms remained stiffly at her side.

"I apologize on behalf of Monoma Neito for his, frankly, disgraceful behavior towards you." The class B president said while still bent over.

Izuku uncurled from his ball and stood up, grabbing onto her shoulder and raising her back up, "It's okay, you don't have to apologize." He said, hitting her with his famous hundred-watt smile.

"My Heart: Filled."

"World Hunger: Solved."

"Peace: Sustained."

"Hotel: Trivago."

Bakugo hid his face in his hands; he couldn't deal with the number of morons that surrounded him.

Izuku snorted at the casual disregard of his morals before leaving the kitchen in her capable hands. He walked away with his hands in his pocket and up the stairs to the fourth floor. The entire building was decked out and no one would notice because of how shitty the outside looked. It wasn't perfect but it was what they needed and with the right contacts, he could get them whatever they wanted.

The fourth floor was his playroom with it being divided into different sections; a workout room, the room with all his gadgets, weapons, and outfits, and another room where he spied on Japan and plotted world domination.

"Hey, Midoriya…you don't actually s-spy on Japan and plot world domination in your free time, do you?" Kamakiri tried asking as casually as he could but his stutter in his voice gave him away.

He turned to face the class B student, giving him his Midoriya sweet smile, "Nope!"

People relaxed significantly when, "Even if I did, do you think I'd admit to it?"

They all shivered at the overly sugary tone of voice that came from Midoriya.

"Phoenix, bring up all files labeled AMYT and EAS for me, please. Have it display on the game board for me." He ordered his A.I politely, like the good-mannered adult that he was.

"Right away, Izuku." The female voice of Phoenix sounded throughout the room.

Hatsume almost fainted at the voice of the A.I, "Hey Ten Million! Are you as smart as the one on-screen?!"

Izuku felt a little overwhelmed at the question; honestly, he saw his level of intelligence as average at best, especially when compared to the version of him on-screen.

Midoriya Izuku died when he was just six years old in a house fire that burned him and his mother alive. His mother, Midoriya Inko, was so badly burned that they could only identify her with dental records while the child's body was never found; everyone assumed he was completely burned to death leaving no corpse. It was acceptable for them to just leave it at that, the child was quirkless and they had other cases to see too.

Izuku stared at the horrible images with his mouth wide open in shock and anguish, the familiar burn in his eyes was ignored as he thought about his beautiful and kind mother. A mother who put up with his shit for years and only worried as a result. A mother who supported his dreams when he got accepted into the hero course in U.A. She was so important to him and was already his number one fan; how could he imagine living his life without her. He couldn't even look at the image of their apartment burning down with her burnt corpse in it. He felt sick to his stomach.

His not officially adopted sister had forcefully dragged him away before he died with her but not before he damaged his eyes in the fire that ate away at his mother.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ…" Monoma rasped as the weight of his guilt seemed to crush the life out of him.

"Shit…!"

"Oh my god…"

Tears flooded the eyes of all the watchers, the scenes being shown were gruesome and terrifying. That was their classmate on the screen, who had just watched his mother burn alive.

A blind quirkless orphan with a little sister that possessed a blood quirk was just asking for trouble, so they left. Running away as fast and far as their little feet could carry them. It wasn't to be like that, they were supposed to live happily together. He wasn't supposed to have the image of his mother's charred body being the last thing he saw. He wasn't supposed to hear her tortured screams and Himiko crying every time he closed his eyes. Why was he so useless? He couldn't save his mother. How could he have been a hero if he couldn't even save his mother?

And for the second time that day, Midoriya Izuku broke down in hysterical tears and screams at the explicit sight of his mother's body. The guilt of that Izuku ate away at his soul too and it was so painful. It felt like someone shoved their hand in his chest and was gripping and twisting his heart. His heavy breathing turned into gasps as he struggled to breathe due to the pain and panic. His vision started to darken and blur around the corner of his eyes but he managed to see his teacher running towards him with a look of fear and worry in his eyes.

Aizawa stood up quickly and ran to his student, "He's having a panic attack!"

He grabbed his student by the shoulders, who was breathing heavily and coughing from the lack of air getting in his lungs.

"Midoriya, I need you to breathe with me. Follow my breathing."

Aizawa stated calmly and he took a deep breath in and waited for Izuku to copy his motion which he followed slowly after. Letting out the breath, the student and teacher repeated the action until Izuku had calmed down significantly and could breathe again.

"Do you want to come and sit with the teachers?" Aizawa asked softly.

Izuku nodded and shakily got up; leaving the little nook the Dekusquad had created for them. He sat down between All Might and Mirio, the latter who seemed to be trained in panic attacks and was fretting over him without being overbearing. His friends watched sadly with the distinct feeling of being useless puncturing their chests. They couldn't do anything for Izuku when he was clearly crying out for help.

The rest of the students who had witnessed the breakdown could only watch hopelessly from the sidelines and for once they didn't feel pride about being hero students. They clearly couldn't do anything for a fellow classmate who was screaming out for someone to save him from the pain he was experiencing. A classmate, who would risk life and limb for them at the drop of a hat.

On the other spectrum of reactions, Bakugou underwent a series of various emotions at the same time that would have given anyone else whiplash at how fast things were moving. One minute, the blond boy was staring the charred body of Midoriya Inko in horror and then Deku had fallen from his seat, screaming and crying, and gasping for air. It was a novel feeling, the ordeal invoked in him. It brought back feeling from his childhood that he had pushed away in his anger. The only word he had for it was: Fuck.

Things went bad to worse when he was kidnapped, taken from Himiko for weeks as people used his small body for their gain. His blindness played into their hands but for him, every sense was heightened tenfold. He felt the pain more intensely every time they cut into his skin and his cries of help and pitiful sobbing brought them amusement.

Many students and some teachers looked away, they couldn't stomach the gruesome scenes that were playing so easily on the screen. Aizawa gritted his teeth in anger at the sight of his student being tortured. Thankfully Izuku was still out of it from his panic attack and didn't register what was happening to the child on the screen.

"Students, we all need to watch the screen for it to keep playing otherwise it is going to be stuck like this." Nedzu pointed out with a grim expression on his face. The scenes struck too close to home for him.

The only thing on his mind the entire time was his sister and how the heroes would save him. He waited and waited and waited for weeks and as his hoped dwindled day by day –until the only thought that dominated his mind was getting back to his sister. His sweet little sister, Himiko, with her beautiful blond hair and golden eyes, always had the brightest smile on her face when she saw him.

Yagi ground his teeth together at the frustration and utter helplessness he was feeling. This was the past of another Izuku, something that already happened which couldn't be changed but he wanted to take away the child's pain and suffering. He was the damn 'Symbol of Peace' and he couldn't do a thing.

The next time he saw his sister, he was seven years old with pitch-black hair and eyes that glowed a blood-red but she knew it was still him. Along the way, they picked up various other strays and then made their home in an abandoned apartment building on the desolate part of town. Many claimed it was haunted and moved out not long after, and the government was more concerned with heroes and all that rot to care for a small broken-down part of a big town.

"Do you recognize the area, sir?" Tamaki asked Aizawa quietly.

"It's not anywhere I know. It could be a place only in that universe."

The siblings found Mei not long after, with a broken expression with nowhere to go. Her conception and birth were an accident that her mother refused to take care of but kept when her father, a wealthy married business tycoon, paid a rather handsome sum of money every month as compensation. When the money was suddenly stopped, Mei was thrown to the streets where Izuku and Himiko eventually found her. She was five and lost so they took her with them. She bleached her hair white because the blushing pink color reminded her too much of her mother.

And if her father suddenly went bankrupt a few years later, they knew nothing.

Hatsume was at a loss for words which seemed unnatural for the girl who was usually bursting with energy and ideas. The lack of differences was astounding to the pink-haired girl and she could only gape at the image of her biological mother and father flashed onto the screen. What was the difference in their situation? Was it the amount of love her parents had for each other? She was an accident from her parents that almost tore them apart, especially since her father was also married at the time. The marriage had been on the rocks for a long time but they pulled through when he finally got a divorce. Now they were a happy family of five with her younger siblings being born after her parents tied the knot. It was jarring and absolutely terrifying to see a life that could have been.

Todoroki Shouto was found hiding in a playground, the left side of his face bandaged up and tears running down his cheeks. Izuku had been scavenging for parts when Mei voiced a newfound interest in inventing and he wanted he to make her happy. He approached the boy like one with a scared and cornered animal. He still remembered that day clearly, it was filled with a lot of screaming and snot. That day Izuku went home with a shaking five-year-old Shouto trailing behind, a hand gripped tightly onto the hem of his shirt. His hair took a drastic turn from the white and bright red color to a pitch-black, matching his older brother Izuku. He'd taken to wearing a medical eye patch over his left eye to cover the damage; he was already slightly blind in the eye so he just blocked it out completely. He didn't want any remembrance of his abusive father and the burden he tried to place on his shoulders.

"God-fucking-damnit! What the hell is going on?!" Rin exclaimed, "Is this true?!"

"T-Todoroki..."

Momo's stutter on Shouto's name almost made her want to forget the question that was gnawing at her mind but she steeled herself, "Todoroki, did you get your burn scar from your father?"

The room was encased in silence as everyone tuned into the impending conversation. Shouto's heart was hammering in his chest, it was so loud in the quiet room –he felt like everyone could hear it.

"…No…he didn't do it." That was all he said.

He didn't want to bring up his mother, she deserved better than being psychoanalyzed by a bunch of fifteen-year-olds.

And for five years, the four of them lived as contently as homeless children could in an abandoned building. Izuku begged, borrowed, and stole for his siblings, he built connections and made deals in the Underground every opportunity he got if it meant food on the table and money to buy whatever his siblings needed.

"You know…" Tokage started as she looked towards Izuku, "if you really wanted that bank, you could've just become a stripper."

Midoriya has stopped working.

"You have an amazing body from what I've seen and no one would blame you for your choices. Also less bloodshed. You'd be making cash by the thousands." She continued, oblivious to the chaos she had sewn.

He worked harder and harder each day, just so his siblings didn't have to because it wasn't their responsibility. They should have had normal childhood without the scars of their trauma haunting them and he would give them that, even if it meant becoming a criminal. He would suffer in silence with the blood on his hands just so they wouldn't have to. He would stay up to early hours in the morning to chase away the nightmares that haunted them. The jobs ranged from being a runner for the local drug cartels to selling information to the highest bidder to being hired for the murder. Each one brought in money that he used to secure their home and keep his siblings safe.

"Midoriya, I wouldn't mind having you as an older brother. Kero." Tsuyu intoned.

"Yeah, I know right?! He's like so awesome!" Kaminari cheered.

"You do know that he was forced to grow up clearly because of all the shit that happened to him, right? That's the reason why he's so hellbent on taking care of his siblings." Monoma stated unimpressed.

Izuku was thirteen when he found the final member of their family. He had been an official vigilante for a year; it had been an impulsive decision that soothed his troubled soul. He could never wash his hands of all the blood that stained it but saving people in the dead of night seemed to bring him a bit of reprieve. He had gained the title of The Execution: Zero, a vigilante that slaughters villains not long after his debut. It was similar to The Hero Killer: Stain.

"Ohhh…so Deku-kun is a vigilante that works part-time as a hired killed," Uraraka stated while nodding like it made any sense.

"That name sounds so badass and terrifying at the same time."

"Revelry in the dark."

"Tokoyami..."

He was doing a final round of patrolling and was about to call it a night when he heard muffled cries coming from an alleyway. He stopped short and rushed over to the edge of the rooftop to spy on what was going on.

"Aww shit…here we go again."

"Adopt another chibi, my dude!"

A boy was a mess of purple and white hair was screaming out which was muffled by a muzzle tied around his mouth. Izuku's eyes widened in horror as the child struggled to pry off the device off his head. That went on for a while before the boy gave up and lied on the ground in defeat, crying silently. Gritting his teeth, he vaulted over the roof and landed on a garbage bin without making any sound.

"Okay, pause people!" The shout made every student look away from the screen, stopping the video.

"Where's Shinsou Hitoshi?! I know that's you on the screen!" Awase shouted, searching around him for the elusive boy.

Said elusive boy was currently in shock after staring at his child self being abused via muzzle. It sent shivers down his spine and made him glad for his parents who still loved him although he was born with such a scary quirk. He shook himself away from his thoughts and stood up from his seat, gaining everyone's attention.

"I'm here…"

"Dude, what you doing hiding in the corner like that?!" Tetsutetsu yelled.

"Yeah, join the rest of us!" Ashido cheered.

"Before we hold hands and sing 'Kumbaya'," Kaibara said lazily, "…Shinsou, your childhood was anything like that?"

The gazes on him sharpened as they waited for an answer which caused a sweat to drop from his head.

"No…" He started, "…my parents still love me if that what you're implying."

With that, he walked casually to the couch being occupied by the Dekusquad and sat down in Izuku's seat that had become available. The others stiffened in shock before settling down, easily adjusting to his presence.

He needed to approach the boy carefully without startling him otherwise he'd scare him into a frenzy especially with the boy being cornered as he was. He took careful steps towards the child and when he was close enough, he deliberately made a sound that jerked the child out of what looked like a dissociative episode. He began crying earnestly at what he deemed a new threat before what sounded like a buzz emitted from the muzzle causing the boy to scream louder.

"That's fucking inhumane…" someone muttered.

"It's disgusting that someone can treat another human being like that," Momo stated coldly.

Hizashi gritted his teeth angrily, remembering the bullying and threats from his childhood. They'd wanted to do the same thing to him.

"Humans are the cruelest creatures on this planet, no matter what other people tell you," Kayama stated.

"Remember this children, just because we are all humans doesn't mean we aren't capable of becoming monsters. We lie, steal, cheat and kill to survive in this world. Humans will always push each other down if it meant they would survive another day. We are all the same in that sense no matter how much we want to disagree." Kan said bluntly, he didn't want to sugarcoat anything for his kids.

If the silence before was bad, after the teachers' little tirade the silence felt stifling –like it was choking the life out of them.

"If that what it means to be human, then is surviving in this world worth it?" Izuku rasped quietly but it echoed throughout the room.

What could they say? Even they didn't know themselves.

Another buzz and a shriek of pain followed, this continued for while before the child learned and kept quiet. His eyes were dulled with tears running silently down his face indicating that he was dissociating from the pain.

"Come on, kid. Stay with me." He muttered softly as he moved behind to try and take off the muzzle.

Shinsou winced at the buzz that seemed to travel through him. It was terrifying seeing himself like this.

It was a simple model used on low-level villains that you could easily buy on the black market. It registered when the user spoke and gave them a slight shock as punishment. However, it seemed like the level of intensity of the shock for this kid was cranked up to an amount that would make adults pass out with one shock. It said a lot about the kid's ability to dissociate and wake up from that pain after.

"Tch…I'm not gonna leave you like this kid." He stated as he maneuvered the child onto his back.

"Kan-sensei, are collars and muzzles like those used to correct behavior in criminal?" Shiozaki asked quietly.

"Not often but it is used on inmates." He nodded.

"Does it actually work? Or does it just make them angrier at the world?" Kamakiri asked bluntly.

Kan didn't have an answer for the boy; he seemed to be lacking in answers for his students' questions lately. Maybe it was his linear, black and white thinking that stepped in the way of him seeing the full picture because he honestly didn't know if those 'correctional' methods actually worked or not. It's not like he kept track of all the villains he captured.

He carried the boy on his back all the way home and his siblings helped take care of him. They nursed him back to health and helped soothe his trauma instilled by his horrible parents who were terrified of his mental quirk. The white streaks in his hair were the result of the stress and the high velocity of electricity that passed through him. He regularly dyed some of the white streaks black with Shouto's leftover hair dye.

The boys were older now, at fourteen, with one wanting to become a hero and the other wanting to follow in his footsteps which he wholeheartedly disagreed with. He didn't want his adorable baby brother to have any blood on his hands. Himiko had joined him out of pure spite when she found out what he did for a living. It wasn't like he could get a job; he didn't attend any school except preschool. The only thing he could do was train her as much as possible so she could defend herself. He did that with all of them when they reached the age of twelve.

He was a morally-grey vigilante and worked part-time being hired for kills, it was work that he had been doing for years. The pay he earned for his job he was hired to do was more than enough for him and his siblings, and with his contacts in some very nice places, he was able to procure anything material, technology, and parts that he and Mei needed.

"I'm quite interested in these contacts that he's been mentioning." Nedzu mused making Aizawa hum in agreement.

"The files have been set up for you, Izuku," Phoenix announced.

"Midoriya is extremely intelligent and versatile in his skillset. Being able to do and create so much in such a short time compared to an adult is really amazing." Komori said in admiration.

"Kids are able to create miracles if they put their mind to it. They are younger with newer brains that absorb knowledge like a sponge. The way children learn shouldn't have to be reading from textbooks and spewing it back out. They should rely on adapting to their environment and gaining experience. Midoriya has learned through his life that he only needed to rely on himself and that made him think for himself. He acquired knowledge all on his own in order to survive and protect his siblings." Aizawa explained.

"Human minds are quite fascinating…" Nedzu hummed with a smirk.

He snapped out of his spiral down memory lane and opened the file labeled 'EAS'. Photo, videos, and documents of Aizawa Shouta AKA Eraserhead scattered themselves across the game board. He sorted through them, adding the recent photos of him to the file, and updated any information he could remember from his fight with the man.

Aizawa stiffened at the amount of information he could see on himself that was stored in his file. It was scary being exposed like that, especially with him being an Underground Hero. His livelihood depended on him being anonymous and so all information of him at kept a secret, so seeing the amount of stuff that was gathered made him feel extremely vulnerable.

"Phoenix, the file labeled AMYT was updated recently. What was added?" He asked the A.I.

"The subject has captured a total of four times of CCTV in four different isolated areas."

He closed the file on the Underground hero and opened the second one and displayed everything out in the open. He clicked on the latest video that was taken an hour ago, displaying All Might sneaking into an alleyway and visibly deflating with a cough of blood, into one Yagi Toshinori.

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"Oh my God! All Might be deflated!"

"Isn't that the guy Aizawa-sensei said was his secretary?!"

"Someone pinch me please, I think I'm dreaming!"

"This can't be real, right?!"

Mayhem surrounded the teachers and this one known as Yagi Toshinori who looked like his soul left his body after the obvious display of him powering down. Aizawa sighed at the turmoil that the blond oaf managed to sew without doing anything but really, he was the Number One hero. Couldn't he have been smarter about transforming?

At that point, Izuku was more aware of his environment and he wasn't doing any better than his mentor. What a way to find out about the Number One hero?

Mirio mouth opened and closed like a fish as he took in the fact that All Might was sitting near him and he didn't even know. Sure, he looked like a discount version of himself but it was still All Might.

"All Might is the Number One hero but he had zero situational awareness when it comes to transforming. Honestly, how could he be so stupid?" Izuku muttered deviously.

"Confirm: All footage regarding All Might transforming was deleted the second it recorded."

"Yes, Izuku."

"Good…"

"Looks like your successor is taking care of you, All Might," Nedzu stated too quietly for anyone to hear him.

He pulled up several images; two dedicated to All Might in his buffed-up and deflated forms, a picture of an area where the only thing that could be seen was destruction and another image of a man with white hair and an evil grin on his face.

"All Might, the Symbol of Peace, and All for One, the Symbol of Evil."

And with that, the screen shut off, but not before Yagi shouted in fury at the man named All for One. If anyone had anyone had any doubts that the man was All Might, it was crushed indefinitely, especially when the man inflated like a balloon into his big form.

A smack against a forehead and the sound of a thud hitting the floor was the only two sounds that echoed throughout the room.