Izuku Midoriya was discharged from the hospital the following day. But in that 24 hours of resting, the boy thought about a few things.

First, was that his mother didn't come to visit. Even though it was a little selfish, he kind of wished she would've come to see how he was doing. But Izuku just chalked it down as 'she was too busy with something important.'

Second, was the man that had come to visit him. He didn't seem to be a particularly nice guy, but he wasn't someone the boy could hate. He spoke rather rationally, which left little, to no room for arguement. But he did however, see some type of worth in the boy's words, which was both good and bad.

Which brings us up to the third thing Izuku was thinking of. He had never fixed a house! The closest thing to construction he did was make a little Lego building that came with an All Might figure. That was radically different from fixing a real house, with real wood and countertops.

For the majority of that day in the hospital, the boy was trying to figure out how he could get the job done. Luckily, one of the nurses was able to let him view a few videos on a little tablet. He had looked up how to fix a hole, how to fix a cracked countertop, how to fix a hole in the floor, he looked up all of that. Although he had a basic idea of what to do, he still didn't feel all that confident that he could complete the job.

'I can't back down now.' the boy thought as he slowly got up from his hospital bed; the doctor from before close by, 'I made the deal with him, and now I have to keep it! I just have to do my best, and if that's not enough, then I'll go beyond that! Plus Ultra style!'

"How does your back feel?" the doctor asked the boy, which knocked him out of his mental pep talk.

Izuku stretched his back, twisted his body, and even touched his toes to see how it faired, "I feel good doctor. Thank you for taking care of me."

"It was no trouble," the doctor said with a smile on his face, "If I was annoyed with helping people, then I wouldn't have become a doctor." He then wrote something on his paper that was in a clipboard. When he finished, he turned back to the boy, "Okay. You are all set. Mr. Everglade is waiting for you at the front desk."

"Thank you." Izuku said before he grabbed the clothes that the doctor had brought in. It was only his gym uniform, with the attachments he had made before going to the USJ. It was kind of scruffed up, and one of the gloves was torn a little.

Once his outfit was on, he made his way to where the front desk was. While walking, he was mentally preparing himself for meeting up with the man again.

When he passed the last door in the hallway he was in, it opened up to a waiting room. It was pretty plain, in the boy's opinion. There was grey couches, silver colored floors, and some matching walls that really made the couches stand out.

Izuku looked around the room, trying to find Thompson. There weren't that many people in the room, so he was able to find the lumberjack looking man in no time.

As he started to approach him, the greenette started to get nervous. It was actually pretty impressive how the boy learned to be intimidated by a man that was currently reading a magazine.

The man looked away from his magazine when he heard the boy's feet move towards him.

"Um...H-Hello again Mr. E-Everglade," the boy said with a shaky voice.

"Hello to you too Izuku," he responded with a straight face, "Are you ready to repair your damages?"

"Yes sir," the boy said.

Thompson put the magazine on a table that had a plethora of them nearby. He then got up, and walked towards the door, with Izuku following close behind.

When Izuku walked through the door of the hospital, he immediately knew something was wrong.

First of all, it looked like he was in an industrial part of a city. There were factories all over the place, satellite dishes, and express trains that ran on tracks that seemed to defy gravity.

Second, was the type of buildings. Some of them were pretty tall with poles on top of them. Most of them were pretty slender as well.

Third, there was a a pretty obvious color scheme around the area. Almost everything was black, and the things that weren't were dark grey and a silver-ish grey.

"Hey. Keep up," Everglade said to the boy that was standing around taking in the sights.

Those words were enough to knock Izuku out of his thoughts, as he realized the main reason he was with the man, "Sorry! Coming!"

The two started walking together, and the boy was taking in the sights with much confusion. Nothing about this place looked anything like Japan. He had come up with a few theories as to why this was happening. All of them revolved around the portal from before. Well, one of them was that he had hit his head too hard.

"Excuse me, Mr. Everglade?" Izuku asked with a shy voice. If he was going to ever find out where he was, then the best thing to do would be to ask someone.

"Yes?" he asked in his monotone voice.

"Um... Where are we?"

It wasn't even two seconds before he responded, "We are in Laguna city."

This confirmed one of his theories was incorrect. That theory was him thinking he was just in another part of Japan, but if third year geography taught him anything, it was the cities in the small country. That was not in any textbook. "Where is Laguna city?"

Thompson was slightly confused at the boy's words, but didn't let it show. Instead, he answered his question, "In the nation Lastation."

Another theory down, which left one more. His last theory was that he was warped into a new dimension, but he wanted conformation, "What country is this?"

Now Everglade couldn't ignore that question. Country? There are only four nations. It was common knowledge at this point. The man had to voice out his concern after hearing such an... irrational question, "Are you okay, Izuku? You seem to be of average intelligence. You should know the answer to that question."

That was more of a curveball to his own question, but the boy thought it was good enough evidence to finalize his thoughts, "Mr. Everglade, I think I traveled to another dimension."

Thompson took a few moments to comtemplate the boy's words. It was pretty unbelievable. Who would believe the story of a boy traveling to another dimension? It sounded like something straight from a novel, or an anime for those people. He had every reason to deny what the boy was saying, and label him as a liar.

"Ok."

"Eh?" Izuku asked with confusion written on his face. Of all the responses he had expected, that was not one of them. He sort of thought the man would confront him for lying. Instead, he took it at face value.

"If you have not already guessed, I am a rational person," Thompson said to the confused boy, "Which means I always try to find an answer to things. You saying that you are from a different dimension is very believable. It would explain your ignorance of the common knowledge, such as nations. Also, I see no reason why you would have to lie to me about you not knowing your location. You wouldn't get anything out of it. I also believe you because another goddess has tendencies to travel to different dimensions unintentionally. Thus, you coming from a different dimension is the only rational explanation."

'Wow.' Izuku thought in disbelief after hearing the man's explanation. It honestly was impressive; being able to come to a conclusion based on nothing but a few questions and a past experience.

"So I assume you would want me to tell you about this dimension?" the man asked while they continued to walk, "Or would you like to stay ignorant?"

"Please teach me Mr. Everglade!" the greenette immediately answered.

The man took a glance at the sky before beginning his information dump, "Well, in this world, we have goddesses. These goddesses are formed from shares, which also gives them their strength. The more shares one has, the more powerful they are."

'Goddesses?' Izuku thought after the man said it, 'So is he explaining this through his religious teachings?

"Currently, there are four goddesses that rule these lands. There is Purple Heart, White Heart, Green Heart, and Black Heart. Each of these goddesses rule over their own lands called nations. Purple Heart rules Planeptune, White Heart rules Lowee, Green Heart rules over Leanbox, and Black Heart rules over Lastation."

'Just like Playstation, Xbox, and Wii,' Izuku thought to himself, 'There's definitely a pattern here...'

"Each nation specializes in something to appeal to the people. As you can see, Lastation is more of an industrial place. Some people find this interesting, while others might not. However, something they all have in common, is that they make games. These games, along with various paperwork, are what bring up a goddesses's shares."

"Wow," Izuku said in wonder, "That is vastly different from my world."

"Oh?" the man asked, his interest slightly showing, "How so?"

It took Izuku a few moments to condense his whole entire world in a few sentences, but he found a way, "Well, my world is kind of like a comic book. Almost everybody has these superpowers called quirks. With those quirks, people started to think they could cause crime more easily. They were classed as villians. But the people that stop them are called heroes."

"Interesting..." Everglade said after he placed his fist underneath his chin, in a thinking position, "That is a very interesting world. So if I'm to assume correctly, then someone with a dimensional quirk used it on you, and brought you here."

"Yes sir. Although, it was more of a warping quirk than anything." the greenette responded, "Or maybe it was a dimensional quirk. I haven't really gotten a good look at it, so I don't know. Maybe that metal brace was there to control his quirk. But if that's the case, then I accidently unleashed a villian's full power! I'm sure the other heroes can handle it though. I had a guess that Thirteen-"

"Umm..." Thompson said as he had finally stopped to turn around and face the rambling child. He was barely able to understand what the boy was saying. He honestly felt this 'thing' the boy was doing was pretty stupid. Why would you ramble when you have teammates that might not even be able to understand you. If you are giving information, you need to be clear and concise. Otherwise, you would have to repeat yourself, and that would just waste even more time, "...Izuku."

"O-Oh! Yes? Sorry for going on like that. I've been trying to break that habit." Izuku said with a slight hint of embarrassed red on his face.

"Next time," the man said to the boy, "Try to talk slower, so people could understand you. In your world, having an analytical skill like that is pretty useful. However, it would be foolish to do that when you are going over a plan with your teammates. If you go too fast, then you'll end up repeating yourself."

Izuku was a little surprised at what the man said. He always thought that his mumbling was something that he needed to get rid of. But this man actually commended it! Fixing a habit would be much better than getting rid of it entirely.

"Thank you for the advice, Mr. Everglade."

"Don't mention it," the man said as he just now realized that they were at his residence.

Everything was just as he had left it. Hole in the second floor wall, wood pieces and glass on the grass below, and on the inside was a boy-shaped hole that was right above a cracked countertop.

He then came to a conclusion that was very rational, "I will allow you to stay with me until you find a way back to your dimension."

Izuku was utterly shocked at what the man said. Why would he want the person that destroyed his house to live with him? "A-Are you sure? I don't w-want to be a burden. And I already d-destroyed part of your house..."

"You said you were new to this dimension, right?" the man asked without turning towards the boy.

"Yes sir," the greenette said.

"Then that would mean you have no place to live, am I right?"

"Yes sir."

"And that also means you have no idea how this world works, right?"

Izuku nodded his head in confirmation.

"Then the easiest solution would be to let you live with me," the man said before walking towards his partially broken home, "Here, I can teach you the ways of this dimension. Also, I believe that a weak worker will not get any work done. So I will let you start tomorrow."

"Thank you for your kindness!" Izuku said while bowing a little.

"This is not kindness. This is just the best rational solution."

Izuku followed the man into the house. There, the boy learned more about the world, such as the currency, job opportunities, and some of the shops that might sell the boy the proper materials to get the job done right. The greenette was starting to warm up to Everglade as time went on. He wasn't a mean person, he was just very sensible in his, and other people's, actions. It was a very admirable quality to have.

Once the man had finished talking about a store that sold the right kind of wood, he turned the attention onto the boy in front of him, "So Izuku,"

"Yes?" the boy responded after looking up from a notebook. Thompson had given him a notebook so he could write the stuff down so he wouldn't forget.

"Tell me about your quirk." The man placed his elbows on the table they were at, and placed his hands underneath his chin, giving the boy a very intimidating look.

"U-U-Umm..." Izuku mumbled as he turned away from the man to look at something else. Even though he was in a new dimension, and nobody knew about quirks, he still didn't want to talk to anyone about One for All until he truly believed he could trust them.

So the boy just went with the answer rhat he gave everyone, "It's a strengthening quirk that allows me to release a lot of power. But, I don't have full control over it, so I always break myself when I use it."

"Am I to assume that is why you had the two broken fingers?"

"Yes sir. In order to not render an entire arm useless, I use my fingers, so that I could attack nine more times instead of one."

Everglade nodded at the boy's logic. It made sense. You wouldn't want to be useless in a fight, especially if it is an attrition battle. Using fingers would maximize the amount of time you can use it, while also making the damage less extensive. But something didn't add up. If he could still do a lot of damage, even with a flick, then how powerful was the boy before him. There was only one way to find the answer to that question.

"Show me."

"...Eh?"

"Show me your quirk in action."


Toshinori, All Might in his real form, was laying down on a hospital bed with bandages all over his body. That fight with the Noumu really took a lot out of him. He could probably maintain his hero form for at most an hour. Then maybe another fifteen minutes if he was really pushing it.

Recovery girl walked beside him with a little clipboard in her hands, "Toshinori, you've shortened your time tremendously with that fight. Please take it more easy from now on."

"Yes ma'am," the Number one hero said as he still layed on the bed. He knew he couldn't take it easy. He was the Symbol of Peace after all. He had to stop villians that come his way. No matter what.

The door suddenly opened to the sight of Toshinori's detective friend, Tsukauchi Naomasa.

"Tsukauchi! Is that you? You showed up too huh?" Toshinori said to his best friend.

"Sure did," he responded with a sad look on his face, "But unfortunately, we've got some bad news."

All Might's face went grim at the sound of that, "What's wrong?" he asked with concern laced in his words.

"Well, besides you, Aizawa, and Thirteen, two students got very badly injured in the attack, and one is missing."

The Symbol of Peace was now on the edge of his seat after hearing the information, "Who are they?"

He then pulled out a folder that had the profiles of the students, provided by UA. "Tsuyu Asui had some of her face decayed. We believe that it has something to do with that villian's quirk. Next is Minoru Mineta. He suffered decay to his hair, effectively destroying his quirk."

Toshinori growled at the information. It infuriated him to no end! If he was only a few moments early, then maybe he could've stopped it from happening! And now, a future heroine was going to have a disfigured face, and a young hero in training's career had to be terminated.

"And the missing person is a boy named Izuku Midoriya."

Blood poured out of the Number One hero's mouth at hearing that last sentence. Somehow, the villians had gotten a hold of young Midoryia! And if his hypothesis was correct, then he might be with All for One, trying desperately to escape.

'Some symbol of peace I amthe hero thought as he looked out a nearby window, berating himself on how he should've been at the USJ at the scheduled time. None of this would've happened if he hadn't used his hero form to solve petty crimes and used up his time limit.

'Young Midoriya, young Asui, young Mineta. All the students of UA...'

"I'm sorry."