First impressions were important. That was, and is, an important fact. When Class 1-A had first met their homeroom teacher, they had written him off as someone who seemed lazy and weird. How wrong they were. And how wrong they are again when they first met their new Teacher's Assistant. He seemed so passionate and nice. Kind of like their resident hero otaku, but what he really was was demonic. Giving them such hellish training that could only be expected of someone with sadistic tendencies. That was what Class 1-A thought of Future Midoriya, or Green Might. However, to the future hero, the training wasn't supposed to be hellish. It was supposed to be challenging, but he might have gone a bit overboard… Though he realized this a bit too late. That didn't stop Aizawa from revelling in free time to nap.

"I really can't change the plans midway? They could break if they continue like this." Midoriya, the current acting teacher, asked with a bit of concern as he tidied up the training building, brushing pieces of destroyed rocks and bits of shattered wood into a small pile to be cleaned up later.

"Because I said so. You put them on this plan and as a teacher, you can't feel bad for them." Aizawa would lazily say back while under the comforting embrace of his sleeping bag. Though the response didn't do well to quell the green haired man.

"I can understand that. Bruises, blood, and pain is part of every hero's growth in training-" Reminding himself of his own start, Midoriya paused his cleaning to lean onto his broom. "But what the students, my friends, are going through is beyond training. This is more than Quirk Training, it's literally become a limit breaking exercise." He finished once he caught himself from reminiscing. Right now, his focus was his friends who were being pushed hard. More than what they had to go through during Quirk training many months ago while it being years for him.

"I gave you suggestions. Not a torture plan." With a loud groan, Midoriya heard the zipping of his former teacher's sleeping bag. The rustling of someone getting out of said bag and then the telltale sign of someone walking towards him.

"You said that at one point they had to face training like this during U.A, right?" Midoriya nodded. It was one of the main points he tagged with the training plan suggestions. Going through similar plans like the ones his young friends were going through right now helped shape them into the top tier heroes he knew and worked alongside with. "Then what's the point of robbing your friends of valuable growth? I know for a fact I drilled the reality that being a hero isn't easy into that naive skull of yours. If it was, you'd see a lot more pinheaded, costume wearing, spotlight loving morons walking in the streets" Midoriya hadn't considered that. Which had him frowning as Aizawa returned to his sleeping bag to pick up. "Trust your friends more, Midoriya. They aren't fragile. They're your future teammates. And since you're here, instead of your time, you can watch over them and help guide them on the right path without changing much to the timeline." Sometimes,the green haired hero could forget how perceptive his former teacher could be.

"That's why you're worried too, isn't it?" Aizawa didn't need a confirmation to know he hit the nail on the head. Just seeing his grown up student stiffen up and slowly sweep his broom was enough.

"There isn't enough information to know what me being here is affecting my timeline. Just in case it's drastic…"

"You wish to avoid anything major." Aizawa said monotonously, finishing Midoriya's sentence.

"Yeah… That. Even with Quirks, natural environments like the Ocean or Space… or Time… is still heavily unknown. What if… What if my time doesn't exist anymore?" Finally understanding the worries of the broccoli haired hero's mind, Aizawa made his way towards him.

"Principal Nezu is working double time to get you home. Trust in him too. Trust in me, and trust in everyone here in this timeline. Everything will be fine." Offering a reassuring pat on the back and a nod, the teacher left the assistant to his own devices. The talk did wonders for his doubts about his future being corrupted, but others still lingered. Questions unanswered such as…

"How did I get here in the first place? If I can find out how, I can definitely find a way back." It was something that Midoriya had been trying to answer while also trying to deal with his doubts of the training for the past three days since his teaching all started. He investigated his hero uniform that had still been in tatters since arrival to this timeline.

Whatever Nezu found had disappeared during the time he ha been let out of the hospital, but he still found clue. Such as the front of his uniform being singed as if it was super heated quickly artificially. Like a beam or laser hitting him from the front. Was that how he got here? He thought and thought and in the midst of his mental rambling, did not notice a very large presence heading his way.

"Green Might."

The deep, masculine, authoritative tone that said the green hero's name was distinct. Midoriya could make it out from anywhere just from how iconic and how familiar it sounded to him. Without even needing to turn around, he addressed the new person attempting to speak with him.

"Ah, Endeavor. What brings you here?" He heard shuffling. Was Endeavor uneasy? It sounded like he was wiping his hands against his pants, a fidgeting sign.

"I came here for one thing and I.." A pause? Endeavor never stuttered or paused when speaking, even before what happened in the future. That got the time traveler to turn around and finally get a look at the flame hero. What he saw was mildly surprising.

Enji Todoroki, or known as the Number One Hero Endeavor, was avoiding his gaze. He had a scowl present, but it seemed more forced than anything. Like he didn't know what other expression to have. It must have been some sort of safety mask.

"I came here to ask for your help." Endeavor finally managed to get out after a small moment of uncomfortable silence. Though, at the mention of help, Midoriya raised his brow and nodded.

"What do you need?"

(A few hours later)

Surprisingly, the public were all focused on their TVs, Laptops, Pcs, and phones. Why? Just a few minutes ago, the Number one Hero Endeavor had announced a sudden televised meeting. Many were questioning his motive for why this meeting out of nowhere. Some theorized it was his retirement while others worried it could be about a villain. Either way, there was no way to tell.

"I'd like to thank everyone who came here and is watching this at home or wherever you are the moment." Was the first thing out the controversial Hero's mouth when he came into the meeting room and stood at the podium that was erected in front of rows of seated journalists.

"Endeavor! Endeavor! Endeavor!" The journalists all repeated, hands in the air as they all hoped to get their questions answered.

"Alright, eager for answers. You there." Calling on a blonde woman, she stood up with her phone pointed towards the flaming hero to record his words.

"I'm Ann Takamaki and I'd like to ask why you called for such a sudden meeting? What's the agenda?"

"That's a good question." Endeavor said nodding. "Everyone is surprised I assume?" Receiving confirmation, Endeavor sighed and bowed his head.

"The truth of the matter is well.." Taking a moment to pause, Endeavor threw the podium aside to reveal one of his hands at his side forming the 'ok' sign. "I GOT EM" Endeavor yelled before turning sideways, pushing his face into the crevice of his arm as his other arm stood perpendicular to the ground.

"Holy shit!" Ann, the reporter said in fear.

"Get fucked." Endeavor would then say before snapping his fingers, causing a resounding shockwave to flow through the air.

"Mr. Endeavor, I don't feel so good." The reporter said before turning to dust.

"I win. Endeavor always wins."

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