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Naomasa came to himself with a start. The feeling of something warm wrapped around him. He immediately jumped up and away from the attacker. His mind immediately went to Nomu. Possibly a new kind or one with a quirk that acted as restraints.
What he didn't expect was his feet to hit carpet something he hadn't felt in years. Also for the first time in a long time his feet didn't have his thin combat boots work on. They were worn and ratty from the years of use but they fit and protected his feet. That was what mattered.
Wait... Where was Izuku? He had been with the younger man. Where was the ill man? They had been together in the library. They had been under attack by Nomu and the man... The man had said he could send them back. Back to before the Fall. Could it be?
Looking around he realized that he was in his bedroom. The very bedroom he had shared with Shouta all those years ago. It seemed like a lifetime since he had seen his husband and soulmate. Shouta who was now sitting up in bed, his dark eyes showing their concern. Naomasa's heart fluttered and nearly stopped. It had been so long since he had seen him. The bond they shared was as strong as ever.
"Nao?" Softly questioned Shouta exhausted but awake, "What's wrong?"
Naomasa began to shake. He could hear again without others having to shout at him. Did that mean his quirk would work properly again? Looking down at his hands he saw there were faint scars from all the injuries he received. The ability worked. The man had sent them into the past.
Through the bond with Shouta he felt confusion and concern. It made him flinch as he tried to find the other bond. Don't tell him that the bond with Izuku was gone. To his relief it was there but weak from the time travel. There was a flicker of confusion and then relief came across it. It was muted but there. Naomasa pushed his love and care through it.
"Nao?" Came Shouta's questioning voice now he was awake, "What's wrong? I can sense your unrest and fear."
Naomasa glanced at his partner and for a moment he felt the need to tell him everything. It was going to be hard to fix things with it being just him and Izuku. Then he pushed aside the thought. No he couldn't bring Shouta into this not yet. First he needed to make a plan with Izuku. Then they could consider how to bring others in.
After several long seconds of taking calming breaths he said, "I'm okay, Sho. It was just a nightmare."
Shouta didn't quite look like he believed Naomasa. There was still a sense of concern in their bond. He did look somewhat better when Naomasa returned to their shared bed. It was soft. Too soft for him war torn mind and body. There was little chance that he would be able to sleep tonight. He could however bask in the presence of having one of his soulmates next to him. No matter how much he wished to have them both.
When morning came Naomasa untangled himself from the bedsheets and grabbed clean clothes. Then headed into the bathroom. He wore a white undershirt and grey shorts. Once upon a time it had been his normal sleep attire. Before things had started to go bad and he needed to be called in at a moment's notice.
All across his arms there were crisscrossing scars. Some where jagged. Others were clean. Under his shirt he knew there would be more. Far more than anyone would be comfortable with. Naomasa didn't hate his scars. As Izuku once told him they were proof that he had lived through whatever tried to kill him.
Naomasa pulled off his shirt and he paused at the sight of the three soulmarks. His was a black jaguar with black eyes. To it's right was a black cat with red eyes and a cloth across its neck. That was Shouta's mark. It fit him perfectly. The final mark and the one that took him the longest to understand was the green river otter. Izuku's mark was darker and more vibrant than he remembered. Did that have something to do with his health? Something to look into later.
Much like Naomasa's arms and hands his torso was also littered with scars. Hearing movement in the bedroom Naomasa quickly put on his clean clothes. His left shoulder twitched but the pain was gone. Once he was dressed he left the bathroom and Shouta entered after him.
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Izuku's body jackknifed up and he rolled off the bed hitting a carpeted floor. The almost forgotten scent of his childhood bedroom hit him. For the moment he ignored his mind immediately going to a trick. A Nomu had to be using a quirk against him. There was no way he could be in his old bedroom. It had been destroyed a long time ago.
Green eyes searched the room unsure. It worked? They made it into the past? Izuku honestly had not expected it to work.
Looking down at himself, Izuku found that he was still in his future clothes. He was just wearing a pair of black combat pants and worn combat boots. They were far too big for him. They will have to be put away for a later date. Though the amulet he was given by Metz still lay on his shirt.
In the back of his mind Izuku felt Naomasa's panic. It was faint from the time travel but he could feel the other's panic. His own confusion and relief was clear through it. They were here and alive. They made it. Tears filled his eyes. They were going to save everyone.
After a minutes he got a hold of his emotions again and headed out of his room. In the hallway he stopped and listened for any sounds of his mother. The woman had been kind and loving to him when he was little. Right up until he was diagnosed quirkless. Then she started treating him like he was made of china. Izuku wasn't going to break like she thought he would.
At first she was just a helicopter parent. She would tell him he couldn't be a hero because he didn't have a quirk. It was just like with everyone else. That lasted until he was 12 when she started drinking more. That's when she stopped feeding him and occasionally striking him if he got in her way. Izuku learned to stay away from her and was kicked out at 16.
The breaking point had been when he was accepted as a Support Engineer. She thought he was too fragile for it and refused to support him. Izuku snapped back that he didn't need her to as he received a scholarship, a miracle in itself. She used her quirk to keep him from fighting back as she beat him. When she was finally satisfied that he wouldn't live she threw him out.
A shudder ran through him at the memory of that night. That night had nearly been the end of him. He would have been just another statistic. At least if a certain vigilante had not been out on patrol.
Izuku froze. Be more than a hero. Wasn't that what the man Metz had said? A vigilante could do more than a hero. They could be where heroes dared not venture. They didn't answer to anyone but themselves. With skills born from the Fall and his ability to create his own equipment he could pull it off.
Naomasa was going to strangle him. Vigilantes made his life hell. First however he needed to get out of his mother's house and find a place of his own. Knowing the stigmatism against him he would need to find a less common option. Either a warehouse or a trash camper. Dagobah Beach first.
With that decision he grabbed the bag that had traveled back with him. Everything within it was exactly as it had been in the future. The bag wasn't a reliable piece so he exchanged it for the bright yellow bag was hanging from his chair. He made a mental note to get a new bag as the color was atrocious. As he dumped the bag he found one of his old Hero Notebooks. Number 10 which meant it he was about to enter his second year of middle school. 13 going on fourteen. So young.
It took him moving about in his room to gather much needed supplies for him to realize something that should have been obvious. He had all of his fingers and his left leg no longer hurt. The injuries of his future were no longer there even if his clothes and everything on him came back with him. With a certain kind of awe he flexed his fingers. No pain, all of the muscles worked exactly as they should. He flexed his damaged knee and found it was the same. Well that would make things a lot easier.
Izuku went into his closest to choose the best clothes to change into and pack. He chose a green hoodie and jeans to put on. After a moment's hesitation he grabbed a jacket. Better safe than sorry. Unfortunately his only choice for shoes were his big red ones. The ones that had to be made larger than others shoes because of his extra toe join. He refit the knife sheathes and hid a few more on his person. On the top of his shirt was the amulet he had been given. Something about it tickled the back of his mind but for the moment he chose to ignore it. There would be time to consider it when he was gone and safe. Once he was changed he stuffed the warmest clothing he had in the bag.
With that done he left his room and headed into the kitchen. Using a lifetime of knowledge he avoided the squeaky floorboards. There he stuffed as much nonperishable food into the bag as possible. Then he snuck into his mother's room which smelled heavily of alcohol and she was snoring. There he stole enough yen to get him by for awhile.
He slung the bag over his shoulder and gave one last look to the apartment. There weren't any feelings of regret or loss. This time he was leaving on his own terms and not those of a woman who decidedly hated him. There again in his mind was Naomasa, faint comfort flowed across their bond. Squaring his shoulders he left the apartment.
Dagobah Beach was only half an hour walk from the apartment. The smell was terrible by this time's standards but didn't make him want to gag. It took some maneuvering for him to be able to make his way through the trash heaps. As expected of the old dump site there was everything one could think of. From cars to refrigerators to mattresses. At first glance oke would dismiss it all for being useless. Izuku saw potential in it however. Items could be scavenged and repaired. It was something he learned when at a lower income High School for Support. Use whatever you can get your hands on.
None of it was suitable at first to set up shop. Cars were too rotted inside to be of any use. Tarps had unbendable holes. For a while he thought it might end up being a place he simply scavenged in and not where his main base was. Until he reached the middle of the western quadrant. There was a beaten down trailer that was missing a door and a good portion of one wall. However the roof was intact and it could mostly be fixed with a little hard work. Staying at the beach it was then.