A/N: An idea I had. I was very disappointed at the lack of Destiny/MHA content there was, so I decided to write my own. This is a flashback chapter.

And yes, I am a shameless canon shipper.


Quirk Analysis for the Future #13:

A Brief History

All men were created equal.

At least, that was the case, until the Traveler appeared.

It first appeared at Mars. Countries around the world hastily pooled resources together to send a manned mission to Mars, and what they found would change the course of history forever. The Traveler had been terraforming Mars, and it's next stop was Earth.

With the advent of the Traveler, came the advent of quirks, and soon it became commonplace to see people wielding powers that were once only seen on screens and paper, and with those quirks came advancements that revolutionized human society. These days, 80% of the population wields quirks, and I am part of the 20% that don't

Interstellar space travel was realized. The worlds terraformed by the Traveler were colonized, and the human race united under a single banner. But this didn't mean that we liked living together. No, it meant that those with power, and knew how to use it, began to rise, and the society mankind had begun to build across worlds began to fall apart until a select few fought back.

We called them Heroes.

My name is Izuku Midoriya, and though I am quirkless, my dream is theirs: To bring peace, hope, and to make people smile :)


"What are you reading?"

Izuku smiled as he thumbed through the rest of the tattered notebook. "Just thinking about where I started out." He took hold of the hand across the table and kissed the ring that adorned it. "Where we started."

Ochaco Uraraka huffed with a blush. "You've gotten smoother over the years."

"Only because I realized that if I didn't up my game, you would have been swept off your feet by someone like Mineta," Izuku said with a gross face.

Ochaco mirrored him before sticking her tongue out. "I'd rather be with Bakugou than that little pervert!"

Izuku wheezed, slapping the table as he tried to stop. "H-hey! To be fair, he's a lot better now that he hit a growth spurt and reformed his attitude." He looked around conspiratorially before putting a hand to his mouth and whispering loudly, "I hear he only looks at girls less than half of the time he's heroing… Pfffffft!"

They both erupted into laughter, and at that moment neither of them cared that some of the other patrons at the diner were looking at them with smiles, annoyance, or confusion. Soon, they both settled down, and looked outside, sighing at the sight of all the people outside smiling and traveling in peace.

"We worked hard for this, huh?" Izuku said. "Who would've thought that after three years of school and another year filled with life-threatening situations, we'd both end up kickstarting our own agencies?"

Ochaco popped some mochi into her mouth, pondering the thought. "You did all of that and then some, Izuku. You've saved entire cities already, and now most of the time all it takes is for you to show up for a villain to surrender." She pointed her chopsticks at him. "That's amazing!"

Izuku rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile. "You were there for most of that, Ochaco. Nearly all of Class 1-A and B were there for most of those, especially after UA combined us our second year." He deftly slurped up some of his remaining katsudon. "I still need more interns! Especially since Kacchan and Tsu have been campaigning to other hero schools and putting the word out there that they're starting their own agencies. Soon, there'll be nothing left!"

"Deku…" Ochaco giggled. "You've already got some of the hero schools from the Moon and Venus vouching for some spots in your agency. Heck, the scholars on Venus want to join you just so they can get some insight into your analytical mind! They've barely left the cove they call they're library, and yet they're clamoring to meet with you!"

Izuku rubbed the back of his head, his face flushing red. "I guess… I just, I don't want all the potential on Earth to slip away. There's so much we still haven't seen on this planet, and we've been colonizing for a few centuries now!" He sighed, picking at the remains of his soup. "Besides, the Ishtar Academy is exclusive for a reason. Their records date back to the beginning of time, and we're still discovering more. What's a little analyst like me going to add to that?"

He clenched one hand and grasped Ochaco's hand tighter with the other. "What if they only want to study… my quirk?"

"Izuku…"

A buzzing shook them both out of their thoughts. It was both of their phones. Ochaco quickly opened her phone and set it on the table, seeing an alert that worried the both of them.

[S-CLASS ALERT: LOSS OF COMMUNICATION WITH URANUS AND SATURN COLONIES. REASON: UNKNOWN. RESCUE AGENCIES REQUESTED. COMBAT HEROES ON STAND-BY.]

Another buzz. This time, only Ochaco's phone buzzed, and she was at a loss for words.

[DAD: Ochaco! The Warsats are going crazy, and it seems like the Warminds are reporting errors across the board. Something about an invasion. We need you to calm down Rasputin, you're the only one he trusts!]

Izuku watched as a shadow passed over Ochaco's face, and he frowned in worry. "...Ochaco?"

Something was wrong. He quietly watched as people around the diner began to gasp in fear at their phones, some turning their attention to the TV.

"Hey turn that up!"

"Something's happening, go to the news!"

"Oh my god…"

Voices began to cry as the person behind the counter turned up the volume. Izuku tried to split his attention between Ochaco's failing stature and the panic rising in the diner. The screen switched to shaky live footage between several reporters and the director for the Hero Organisation of Worlds.

"...urn have lost communications with the rest of the Solar System. I was actually just in a call with my sister when it blacked out, and it seemed like her number wasn't even registered anymore! What do you think is happening? Are the heroes responding in a timely manner?"

The other man on the spot grimaced. "We've sent out an alert. Heroes are on their way right now, and we've contacted many other agencies and organisations on information we might be able to gather on the matter-"

Another voice interrupted him, and soon, many others began to barge in as well. "Do you think the Exos are responsible!?"

"Is UrarakaTech behind these blackouts?"

"Are the Exos from the Exo Revolution behind this?"

"What's the status of the people living in the dark colonies?"

"Why haven't the Warminds told us anything?

"Where are the heroes-!?"

"Ochaco!"

Izuku's yell seemed to have snapped her out of it, and she shook her head, blinking. "H-huh?"

"What's wrong?" Izuku asked, kissing her shaking hands. "Please. I know your family is still reeling, but we've been over this. It's not your fault. The Exos are people too, you proved that. And you did everything you could."

She shook her head. "...I know. But it's just… My family's done so much. I just want to restore it all, to give my parents some breathing room. And now all this… it's so sudden."

"Hey, I'm scared too," Izuku whispered, tilting her head up to look into her eyes. "But we're heroes now. And we need to step up. Restore your honour. Go help your family on Mars. I'll see what I can do here." He stood up, still holding her hands. "You still have those interns working for you, why don't you send them along, and join them once you're done?"

Ochaco's resulting smile was wobbly, and she stood to meet Izuku in the middle with a short kiss. "You always know what to say to cheer me up."

Izuku smiled. "Anything for the love of my forever." He brought their clasped hands up to eye level, and he touched his forehead to hers. "Soon, it'll be just you and me. My Infinity Girl."

She hugged him at that. Quietly, she whispered one word. "Forever?

Izuku gave a smile he knew she felt more than she could see. "Forever."

They stepped apart, forgotten amidst the chaos now ensuing around them. With a determined look, they left their balance on the table and walked out, seeing people running around in terror and some with no care at all for what was happening.

"Get to Mars," Izuku said. "The worlds need you."

"Stay safe!" Ochaco growled, punching him. "I don't want you getting hurt before my big day!"

"Ask no questions, I tell no lies," Izuku responded, laughing, resulting in another punch that was dangerously low. "H-hey! I don't make any promises, I still have things to do here! They might ask me to go to Saturn or Uranus too for all I know!"

"Keep in touch, Deku!" Uraraka cried before zooming off to the nearest spaceport. "I'll kill you if you die!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" Izuku called after her, chuckling all the while. "She'll be the death of me…" He pulled his phone out and frowned with an intensity that he could only muster when he knew many lives were on the line. "Now… back to work."


"Shinsou, good to see you here."

Said purple-haired hero grinned. "Here I thought you were too busy eloping with a certain brown-haired woman."

Izuku instantly went red-faced, both out of embarrassment and indignance. "I-I'll have you know that she is one hell of a woman!"

Hitoshi Shinsou smiled, taking one of the seats around the table. "I never said she wasn't."

Their conversation was cut short by a loud growl. "Quit it. We're trying to work here."

With a sigh, Izuku waved. "Hey, Kacchan. Long time no see."

Katsuki Bakugou snorted, though he nodded in acknowledgment. "Shut up, Deku. We already have enough of a disaster here, we don't need you to drag your personal life into this."

"Speaking of disasters," another voice piped in, "How's your relationship with Kendo?" The voice belonged to Ejiro Kirishima, who grinned at everyone already present.

"None of your damn business, Shitty Hair! Fuck off!"

Kirishima's voice chuckled. "Sometimes, I wonder if you even have an inside voice."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!? MY INSIDE VOICE IS THE PERFECT VOLUME-"

Bakugou went slack and slumped into his chair. Meanwhile, Shinsou grinned from behind his capture scarf and kicked back. "Heh, he never learns."

Walking over to give Shinsou a fistbump, Kirishima shook his head. "Your quirk never ceases to make me shiver. It's pretty manly, dude. You can shut up this ol' whacko with just a few words!" He smacked Bakugou in the back of the head and he snapped out of his brainwashing, instantly locking onto Shinsou.

Growling, Bakugou glared daggers at the purple-haired hero. "This isn't over!"

"Can we get on with the meeting, ribbit?" A voice finally said. "I just got here and I'm tired. This is important."

"Tsu!" Izuku greeted her with a wave. "Ochaco couldn't make it, something to do with the Warminds."

Tsuyu's smile was grim. "I know, she texted me while in slipspace. I can't wait for the wedding, but it might not happen for a while longer, ribbit." Carrying a tablet, her expression went grave and she plugged the tablet into the slot on the table. The screen behind her lit up with information, the most glaring of which was the two red circles that signified the planets and orbiting moons they had lost contact in.

The friendly atmosphere in the room quickly evaporated, being replaced with an urgency that had been honed over years of fighting for their lives.

"This is just one of many meetings happening across the Solar System," Tsuyu explained, a large list popping up all the while. "These are all the groups still responding that have been able to gather under short notice. Shoto and Momo were sent with the 'rescue teams'. Everyone else is abroad or off-world."

Tsuyu looked each one of them in the eye, a gravity present within them that Izuku had never seen before. "Firstly, who knows what an S-Class threat is?"

His lips began moving before he could stop himself. "An S-Class threat entails a danger on a planetary scale, with only four other S-Class alerts having been commissioned throughout the history of the human race's interactions with the Traveler and the appearance of quirks."

The Rainy Season Hero nodded. "Good, Izuku. Disregard all of that, because S-Class was the highest threat level the Hero Organisation could give this."

Making a few gestures on her tablet, Tsuyu pulled up a screen depicting a grainy satellite video of the moon Titan, and the titanic waves that were now crashing into the settlements and laboratories that populated the moon. Another screen came up of Europa freezing over, and an audio clip that left a heavy silence in the room.

"...zzzZtT-shit it's-it's taking up the horizonnnnnZZZzzT-WHAT THE HELL, THERE'S MORE-/-/RyuukYuuU, TOGATA!~-/NOooOh myGOD-gEt tHiS tO tHe cOmMiSsIoN!-! AHHHHH-..."

"..."

"..."

"...was that...?" Bakugou voiced the thought everyone was dreading.

"...Yes. At fourteen-hundred and twenty-two hours, we lost contact with Hawks, the number eight hero, and two other top-ten heroes that had been sent to investigate an originally B-Class danger near Uranus. This message was only able to break the blackout because one of his feathers that had his phone impaled had been able to drift close enough to a relay satellite."

Tsuyu slammed a fist onto the table, shocking everyone with her tears and anger. "Those 'rescue teams' we initially sent weren't to check the blackout. It was to make sure we knew we weren't about to lose another planet." Tsuyu grimaced.

She looked directly at Izuku. "The Warminds aren't going crazy. They're powering up to defend us, and rescue agencies across Sol are gathering people to launch centers that had previously been kept secret for emergencies." She stared at the table, sagging into her own chair. "We can't fight this. We lost two planets and countless lives in a matter of minutes."

With a sigh, she closed her eyes and let her tears fall. "We're evacuating the human race."

They had never seen her like this. Tsuyu Asui, the Rainy Season Hero, Froppy. Unflappable in the worst of situations, utterly defeated and an emotional wreck before them. Somehow, it seemed so surreal. Izuku was dazed, his mind racing a mile a minute, and yet nothing computing at all.

A beat. Two more. They could practically hear the silence fall across the Solar System.

"...I-I need to go," Izuku said, standing up. His phone was already dialling Ochaco, hoping she would pick up on the first ring. He stopped in his tracks when he saw that it hadn't even attempted the connection. He almost didn't notice he was crying until he saw the water splatter onto his screen.

"Deku- Izuku. Hey. Sit down. We need to think."

Katsuki threw a gauntlet to the side and wrapped Izuku into a side-hug. All the while, Izuku was in a state of shock.

"...is that it? We're just giving up?" Kirishima asked, eyes glued to the screen. "W-we, we just lose?"

"There's more to this, isn't there?" Shinsou demanded, his usually aloof demeanor completely gone. "This can't be everything." He stood up. "The sacrifices of everyone and then some, we're just going to ignore that!?"

"...What will you do?" she quietly asked, not moving. "We're already doing everything we can. We never even told the interns why we're herding everyone into launchports like cattle. Only the heads of each agency know." She opened her eyes, eyes glazed with grief and exhaustion. "You don't think I've thought about it in the hour since I found out? Wondered about who we've lost!?"

She gnashed her teeth and pounded on her chair as she leaned forward and stared Shinsou in the eyes. "My sisters were on Titan! They were just having lunch because they lost track of time! I WAS IN A CALL WITH THEM WHEN-when…"

Kirishima rushed over and caught her before she collapsed, sobbing.

Katsuki Bakugou, all the while, simmered, and patted Izuku gently before putting his gauntlet back on and stepping into the doorway. With a glance back, he sneered, and grunted, though they all couldn't mistake the mysterious shimmer that was filling his eyes.

"I'm heading out," he said. "If you don't see me again…"

Bakugou left.


Lights and flashes of color whirled past Ochaco as she zoomed across the empty expanse of space. Her thoughts, while directed on her friends and what they might be doing now, especially Izuku, lay on the task ahead: Figuring out just what was going on with her family.

The vagueness and sudden nature of her father's text was the outlier. She would have at least gotten a call, unless he was extremely busy, which he never was when concerning her. Her mother, on the other hand, would always be second to contact her, since where one Uraraka parent was, the other usually followed.

She had sent Tsu a text just before she had left, telling her where she would be. As much as she trusted Izuku, she knew how brainless he could end up being sometimes when other matters preoccupied him. The thought made her smile.

Soon…

With a tired sigh, Ochaco twisted the ring on her finger, watching it glimmer in the starlight of slipspace. This better be good, she thought. First, the blackout, now this… She honestly couldn't believe that the Warminds were just going crazy. They built them better than that. They were the precursors to Exos, they wouldn't just fail like that. She didn't know the science behind it all, but she knew enough to manage it when she inherited it all.

A soft tone echoed through the cabin, indicating that she was right on top of Mars, and she pulled the clutch that would drop her out of hyperspace. The world zoomed into focus, and the Red Planet's glow filled her little ship.

Ochaco smiled at the sight. It was always a majestic view, coming up on a planet. There was something to be said about seeing a populated world from space. With a few buttons, she went manual and pushed into the atmosphere.

Drones soon came into view, and she decelerated to allow them to guide her to where she needed to go. Entering Uraraka airspace was, after all, something that would catch someone's attention. Soon, she found herself initiating the auto-docking sequence, and she stepped out of the ship.

Someone was there to greet her. She smiled politely at them, but noticed the distress and fatigue written across her face and posture. Three years of rescue work and undercover ops had helped her recognize subtle signs, and the shining smile Ochaco was given didn't convince her.

As she was led to the meeting room her dad was in, she watched as workers and scientists rushed around. Engineers seemed to be having a field day, rushing to and from places with tablets in hand, making sure everything was alright. Scientists were much the same, but she saw some of them dragging their feet, gritting their teeth and rubbing headaches away. They were tired, overworked, but it seemed like there was an urgency that trumped any desire to succumb to exhaustion.

Her frown continued to grow. Soon, more Exos started appearing. Exos… a creation that was as much a miracle as they were a curse to the Urarakas. Her father, Kokoro, had spent his life's work improving on the technology of the Warminds, beginning with Rasputin, and ending with the development of actual human souls… trapped within the confines of a metal frame that one could vaguely call human-like.

People with glowing eyes and hollow, metal faces and artificial vocal chords; Some turned to look at her as she passed by them. Some of them smiled at her, some of them waved to her, and some eyed her with indifference. It was much the same with any human an Exo came across, but these Exos, even after the Exo Revolution (dubbed the 'Exolution' by the media) had decided that they were above the simple desire of needing their own rights and wanted to keep working on the furthering of the human race.

One of them seemed to be in the thick of things, barking orders she couldn't make out, while they themself ran around, checking data and arguing with people. Ochaco caught her eye, and she watched as the Exo widened her eyes before they glinted in a worried way, and she moved on. Shaking her head, she faced forward.

Finally, she reached the council room door wherein her father was, and she smiled at the attendant as she rushed off to help others who needed it. With an already shaky resolve, she hardened her face, and opened the door.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Pacing heavily in an empty council room and with an unseen burden placed on his back, Kokoro Uraraka turned to the sound of his daughter's voice.

"Ochaco, you made it! Your mother is already at another Warmind, making sure it doesn't go crazy-"

With a growl, Ochaco interrupted him. "Dad, something's happening, and it isn't good. I can feel it." She gestured to the door. "You're overworking everyone, they're tired and exhausted. Everyone in this facility is on edge, we just lost contact with two planets, and we're somehow being blamed." With a glare, she stomped her foot. "Spill!"

A beat passed between the two, before Ochaco's father budged and he slumped into one of the empty council room chairs. "Ochaco," he began, "We did everything we could."

She furrowed her brows, crossing her arms as her frown asked for more.

"The Warminds detected something at the edge of the Solar System nearly a year ago. It was right after the Exolution, after the dust settled and we finally got Exos the rights they wanted. One of those very Exos came to me one day and pointed out an anomaly.

"She noticed, in all the commotion and fighting we were going through, that one of our long distance probes seemed to be malfunctioning." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ochaco, there's a reason why we let you loose over the last year. We needed you to live your life. Because it was all going to change, is going to change."

Kokoro stared her in the eyes. "The Warminds aren't going crazy. They're gearing up for war." He opened a tablet, and showed a series of graphs that almost flew over Ochaco's head. "We call it the Darkness."

He stood up and showed a grainy image of a pyramid-shaped object marring and image of the moon Europa. "And it's here."

There was nothing to say to this. Ochaco's mouth moved without words, as she stared wide-eyed at her own father with terror and disgust. Faltering, she gripped the edge of the table for support and released a sigh she didn't know she was holding. "You…" she whispered, watery eyes glaring at him behind bangs. "You kept this from me? From the worlds?"

"No, Ochaco, we told the governments, we started building lifeboats, giant ships to give the human race a chance to escape-"

"NO!" Ochaco cried, clenching her fists. "We could have prepared! We didn't have to lose two planets just so you could say 'I told you so!'"

"There was nothing to prepare for!" Kokoro argued, his voice rising. "We didn't know our enemy. We don't even know what they look like! Strengths, weaknesses, patterns-"

"Stop making excuses, Dad!" Ochaco screamed, throwing the table over. "This is why no one trusts us! Why no one wants to be seen with UrarakaTech!" She gestured violently at Kokoro. "You don't trust people! You wanted to make your own brand of people, and in turn, they didn't trust you!

"How does any of this make sense!?" Ochaco screamed, streams of tears now running down her face. "I've lived and breathed every day of my life to try and fix our legacy, to give you and mom an easy life, but you only make it harder and harder! I wanted to make Uraraka the name of a hero, not a tyrant!"

Wiping her face, she pointed at her father accusingly. "I'm going to talk with Rasputin, and after that…" She turned, storming to the door. "I really don't know." Ripping the door open, she saw a multitude of wide-eyed workers lightly crowding the door, and they immediately gave her a wide berth. She didn't need it, but it was welcome either way.

Ochaco needed to get out of there. Making it to the main junction that led to Rasputin, she swiped her lanyard and watched quietly as the door unlatched and hissed open. Taking a moment to collect herself, she took a deep breath… and release.

Ten minutes later, she found herself standing in front of the doors that would lead her into the chamber that protected Rasputin, an AI that had been grown apart from the rest, an AI that had learned from the ground up. And she had been his best friend. Steeling her resolve, she walked forward with a frown and purpose, marching into the massive confines that held the greatest war AI in the history of the human race.

"..."

"-HeLLo~OChAcO-"

With a thin smile, Ochaco stepped forward.

"Hello, Rasputin."


Jupiter and Venus were lost the next day. The rescue teams were only able to transmit what they could about what they saw, before they too, lost contact. The last thing transmitted was a broken voice recording of Momo explaining how they lost Tokoyami and a brief description of the pyramid ships before there was some static. It transitioned to her shakily humming a lullaby to a shallow-breathed Shoto as screams and static filled the background.

Over the TV, Izuku watched numbly as billions of people began to panic at the growing dread and unknown nature of these losses. Reporters and journalists were raving, frothing at the mouth, and a leaked image, an even grainier version of the image he had seen during his debriefing, had finally made it to the masses.

He heard many cars and horns and winced as he heard a crash somewhere in the distance. Governments tried to reign it all in, tried to keep the piece. However, anarchy was quickly befalling nations across the planets, and the launch-sites for evacuation were soon getting crowded with people wanting a chance to survive.

"...What are we waiting for?" A voice softly whispered, grabbing Izuku's attention. He glanced across the meeting table and watched as Kirishima slumped forward, tears falling. "We've… lost so many people already. Mina, she was… she was on a rescue mission on Venus and now…" His hardened head smacked the table. "Are we just waiting to die?"

Izuku said nothing. Instead, he looked at the empty chairs across from and beside him. Chairs that should have been filled by Momo, Tokoyami, Shoto, Kyouka, and… Shinsou.

Tsuyu was once again at the head of the table, her mask of indifference in place once again, but no one could mistake the faraway look in her eyes. Kirishima and Izuku were the only others present.

Shinsou had made it to Venus, trying to convince the Academies and Schools there to evacuate and protect their legacies as best as he could, before the same blackout that happened to Saturn and Uranus happened to Venus. What they did know, was that the evac ships had launched prematurely in desperation, and no one knew where they were.

No one knew where Katsuki was.

And if the recent activity with warsats (war satellites), and the Warminds were any indication, Mars and Earth were next. Izuku just didn't understand why he couldn't contact Ochaco, seeing as how Mars was still intact. As far as he knew, there was no reason for him to be blocked at all. He twisted the ring on his left hand over and over, staring at the ground.

"What are the casualties among us?" Izuku finally asked. "Who are we missing?"

Her voice, unwavering, nearly hid the fact that she was still in a state of shock. "The surviving members of our class are mostly accounted for. They're working on crowd control and evacuation. The other hero class, I'm not so sure, ribbit. Kendo has said that she was able to get to less than half of her class so far. The others were… off-world."

"And why are we here?"

Tsuyu sighed. Closing her eyes, she leaned back. "They're holding back those of us who will be most helpful in the Doomsday scenario."

Hearing this, Kirishima perked up, his shaky frown curving into a scowl. "What's that supposed to mean?"

A shrug was his answer. "I'm one of the best up-and-coming rescue heroes apparently. Midoriya has all of his quirks, and you're an immovable object, ribbit." She broke the arm of her office chair and started to shake. "Everyone else is… not strong enough, apparently. Or dead. And so they want us to wait until it's game over. Until they need us to sacrifice ourselves to save others."

"To prove we're heroes and to give hope at world's end," Izuku finished in a soft murmer. He shook his head, leaning back. "Poetic, huh?"

The red-haired hero snorted. "More like ordered suicide."

"We should be out there right now, helping," Izuku said. "And I don't think-"

A sharp pain lanced through his head, and he keeled over, yelling in pain. Tsuyu and Kirishima made to help him, but he growled and shook his hood, holding it in his hands. Gritting his teeth, Izuku began to think. His Danger Sense quirk was acting up, and it was screaming at him that something was coming, something big. No… he thought. It's too early! They can't be here!

His quirk proved otherwise though, because the screaming outside grew louder in an instant. In that moment, Kirishima and Tsuyu slowly turned to office window as a shadow fell over the city. A great feeling of dread fell upon them, and they understood.

"They're here, aren't they, ribbit?" Tsuyu murmured. There was nothing left in her voice. "We can't win, so we need to help where we can." With seemingly careless abandon, she punched the window, cracking it, before breaking it fully and throwing it out. Turning to Kirishima and Izuku, who was still on the floor, she smiled sadly one last time.

"Let's save as many as we can, ribbit. Okay?" With one leap, Tsuyu was… gone.

An explosion went off in the distance. Kirishima glanced at Izuku, who was standing back up, using the table for support. Tears still streaked his face, but he grinned sharply, giving him a thumbs up. "We'll avenge them!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking. "I'll see you on the other side, Midoriya. Don't disappoint." Facing the same window, he stood for another second, and Izuku could have sworn he muttered something under his breath before he jumped to the ground below.

"...I'll see you soon, Mina…"

Izuku stood there panting for a moment longer, gathering his bearings and his wits. Three years of heroing didn't make it any easier, and he knew that this was one battle he couldn't hope to win.

That didn't mean he wouldn't try.

He walked up to the window and stared out across Japan, and the pyramid shaped object blocking out the sun in the sky. For just a second, a shadow crossed his face, before a manic grin appeared on it, and he stepped off the ledge, floating into the air.

"Ochaco…" Izuku whispered. "Stay safe."

He shot off, and went to face the millions of black specks that had begun to pour out of the looming ship.


[Start of recording]

[Door opening, shuttering closed. Footsteps.]

"-YoU~hAvE~ReTuRnEd?-"

"...Do you remember what I said three years ago?"


Tsuyu cried as she was pinched in some rubble, throwing herself in front of a blast of dark energy as the civilian she had been trying to save thanked her and began to run. Grunting, she faced the shadowy figure before her with anger and terror, and it advanced towards her.

"...-YoU~sAiD:One day, you're going to have to make some hard decisions. You'll have to choose whether to let your wants get in the way of your dream, or to do what is right.~~yOu~aLsO~sAiD~YoU~WouLd eXplAin.-Is~nOw~tHe~TiMe?-"

"I said that because I was in love with someone."

"...-LoVe?-"


Screams filled the air around him as he punched one of the figures into a shadowy mist that dissipated. Kirishima yelled in triumph before being slammed straight into the foundations of a building, a large crater forming. He growled in pain, staring up through the hole at all the many shadowy figures that were now crowding him. With a glint in his eye, he grinned. Soon.


"...He inspired me to be even greater than I was at the time. His nickname was 'Deku'... I thought it meant 'you can do it.' His real name was actually Izuku Midoriya."

"...-ReCoRdS~iNdiCaTe~YoU~wErE~tO~bE~eSpOUsEd~iN-"

"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is that you know. And that you can help me fix the future."

Ships began to take off, hundreds across the three remaining worlds, holding thousands and thousands of people. The shadows and pyramids tried to take them, but a Light seemed to shine, fighting them off. A speck in space seemed to be warping, growing closer to Earth every second.


"...-WhAt~aRe~yOU~aSkiNg~oF~mE?-"

"Save the human race… by whatever means necessary. Predict the future. Save… [hiccup] save yourself. D-don't trust anyone, except yourself, to do the job. You've been s-so good, Rasputin, and it might be a little longer before you meet anyone else. Remember what we've done for y-you, what I've done for you, and hold it close, because when you do need to trust someone, you n-need to remember.


The Traveler exploded into existence beside the largest of the ships, emitting a pulse that eradicated the Darkness surrounding the lifepods, and they began to build speed, beginning to move up to and beyond the speed of light. Meanwhile, a million calculations were made in the span of micro-second, and thousands of weapons systems armed themselves.


[Rustling, crinkling, thirteen minutes of sobbing.]

"I d-don't think I'll be alive for much longer, so I want you to save this… i-in case he m-makes it...

"...To Izuku…"


The asteroid belt should have protected them, but it didn't. In the span of a few seconds, each and every lifepod that had made it was eradicated, their warp cores having been pierced and folding into space the size of a needle, or breaking apart in flames and imploding with the force of a million suns.


"That I love you, Izuku Midoriya, and I do. I will be w-with you forever. T-to infinity, and back. From eternity to eternity, from the end to the beginning, fr-from always and always. No matter where we are, that you'll be with me, and I with you, breathing as one, and loving as two.

"That time will end, and worlds will fade, but we will endure… f-for-e-ev-er-"


"T-to inf-finity," Izuku growled through gritted teeth, enduring the burden placed upon him. He held up a building, watching as hundreds of people were able to make it to safety before he jumped to 80% and threw the building at one of the smaller pyramid ships. He watched as it crashed against the ships side, shaving off some of the odd metal that it was made of.

"and forever," he whispered, staring wide-eyed as the ship directed it's attention to him, and out spouted a million more beings of pure Darkness. He collapsed to one knee as his body caught up with him. Blood clouded his left eye, and his head pounded. He could barely see straight. One of his lungs had ruptured, and he was only able to move because of Float.

It was almost as if a literal wall of Darkness had come to swallow him whole. With a grin, he clutched his remaining hand in a fist and grinned.


"-OcHaCo…tHeY~hAvE~aLreAdY~mAdE~iT~tO~EaRtH-"


He was blown into the basement of some sort of storage facility, his back breaking against a large metal pipe, before he spat some blood and fell. His vision was fading in and out, and he could barely think straight, but he knew, if he could just sit for a moment, he could fight again.

Just one moment, he thought. Using Float, he stopped his fall, and moved himself into a position that minimized his pain, before setting himself down. Panting, he blinked a few times and chuckled. Hah… still alive, bastards…

He tugged on his costume, gently unzippering what he could before struggling to pull something from within. Feeling the edge of hard plastic, he pulled, and sighed. The simple movement had made his body cry in pain.

Looking at his prize, Izuku smiled, and the shadows came alive.


"...Oh g-god, DEKU! N-no! RASPUTIN, OPEN THE DOORS! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! NO!"


Light washed over Izuku, and he split his attention long enough to watch as those same creatures of Darkness that had beat him to within an inch of his life screeched in different levels of reality. In an instant, they disappeared, forgotten. Izuku blinked, and nodded back to the item in his hands: A picture.

A picture of him and Ochaco when they had thrown an engagement party. He watched as even in a picture, Ochaco's eyes gleamed with love and hope.

Water dripped onto the picture. He wondered where it came from

Izuku was tired.

I wonder if Ochaco is doing alright…

The world rumbled around him, and concrete dust settled onto his shoulders.

I wonder if she's thinking of me...

Clutching the picture, he smiled and painfully hugged it his chest.

...Will you dream of me too?

His hand slipped.


[Banging, doors shuttering open and closed. Locks initiate. Silence.]

"...-GooDbYe,~siSteR…UnTiL~We~mEEt~aGaiN-…"

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A/N: Please leave a review so I know how I can better this story, and so I can feel good knowing that other people like this! This won't update regularly, but rest assured, it will update. Thank you for your patience, and until next time!

~DrFunk