Shoto rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked out his room. The previous day had been exhausting to say the least. He had been wishing for a day off for the past two years, but his enemies weren't average. Scratch that. League of Villains had increased their firepower every time they thought they thought their enemies had been weakened. It wasn't a surprise, per se. Two All for One wielders wasn't a joke, when only two from the entire Hero Association who could fight the former to a standstill.

He glanced at his elder siblings, one having his breakfast, while his sister made their lunchboxes for the day. He couldn't exactly point what was wrong, but there was something off about the two. He craned his head to look in the living room, expecting his father to be there. Frowning at the emptiness of the living room, he turned towards Fuyumi. After the stunt which Touya had pulled off early in the War, he was sure that his father was in danger if he walked openly in the public.

"Where's the flaming trashcan?"

His brows furrowed as his elder siblings frowned in confusion. It was clear that he was referring to their father, right? He had been calling him that after Touya's reveal.

"Who?", Natsuo asked perplexed. That didn't sit right with Shoto at all. Fuyumi had been quite calm about the Touya debacle, but Natsuo had outright joined him to call the man 'flaming trashcan'. The teen hadn't taken the news nicely.

"Did you hit your head, Natsuo-nii?", Shoto asked looking at her sister with equal confusion of which he was being stared at.

"Shoto, are you sure you are fine?", Fuyumi asked in concern.

Shoto frowned heavily. Something wasn't right. "Where's Father?", Shoto asked, his eyes flitting between his elder siblings. Fuyumi rose brows at the question, while Natsuo scowled before going back to eating his breakfast.

"He's out for hero work", Fuyumi replied without missing a beat, as if it were normal.

The mismatched-haired boy gave an incredulous stare at his sister. That was not what he had expected. He opened his mouth to say something, before closing it, completely unsure of what to say.

"I-I see", Shoto murmured to himself, before he glanced at the time. He wondered if he was late today.

Fuyumi watched with concern as Shoto froze, while gazing the clock, which showed the date and year as well, before his body start to shiver. "Shoto?", she called out worriedly as the boy snapped his head, (fast enough that Fuyumi swore she heard a crack) and looked at her with wide eyes. Her eyes widened as Shoto started hyperventilating and fell down in heap.

"SHOTO!", Natsuo shouted in worry, and jumped over the dining table to reach his brother. Sharing a glance with his sister, he confirmed that their brother was getting a panic attack. "Shoto! Calm down!", Natsuo stated in worry. The pair was almost fried when a burst of blue flames shot out from Shoto's left arm, before Fuyumi iced his entire arm to prevent any mishaps.

The trio wasn't sure how much time had passed, but Fuyumi had eventually calmed Shoto down. Natsuo immediately sent a knowing glance at his sister. 'We will talk about this later', they told each other.

"Shoto, can you hear me?", Fuyumi asked looking down at her brother while his face rested in her lap. She smiled a little when Shoto nodded slightly, and tried to hoist himself up. "Stop. You almost passed out from a panic attack".

Shoto laid back down seeing the concern in Fuyumi's eyes. "Sorry", he mumbled under his breath. He gulped slightly, not having the bravery or confidence to look at the date again. "What year is it?", he asked, his voice tinged with fear.

Natsuo frowned at the words. "Did you have a concussion yesterday?!", he asked bewildered, before scowling. "That bastard!"

Fuyumi shook her head at the words. "I don't believe you have a fever to cause hallucinations", she muttered putting her hand to Shoto's forehead. "And I believe you saw the date on the clock".

Natsuo and Fuyumi blinked twice as Shoto stood up, faster than they could comprehend, and looked back at the clock, before nodding to himself. "Okay, Shoto. Calm down. Its illegal to kill your best friend", the two heard their brother murmur. "I'm going to kill you, 'Zuku. I know you are behind this shit".

Needless to say, Fuyumi and Natsuo inched away from him, for their own safety. They silently prayed that whoever this 'zuku was, got a painless death. Wait! When did their anti-social younger brother Shoto make a best friend?!

Shoto knocked on the door hesitantly. He was ninety-percent sure that this was his best friend's house. It wasn't his mistake that the Musutafu had been reshaped in the fights against the League. He let out a shaky breath in order to calm himself, before glancing at his phone to look at the time. '3:00pm Monday, 18th September', he iterated. How in the world had he ended up four years in the past, only Kami himself knew. But, he wouldn't discard the suspicion that Izuku and One for All had to do something with that.

His ears perked up hearing of someone walking up to him, his flames ready to burn the person to crisp an instant later. He sighed recognizing the person, letting himself calm down. The green-head just shrugged sheepishly, before frowning at the boy. "Sho, why in the world do you look younger like when we were in 1-A?"

Shoto rose his brow, before digging in his pocket and showing him the calendar. He watched calmly as the green-head rose his brows, looking at Shoto once before looking back at the phone and sighing. "If you are thinking I am somehow responsible for this, you are looking for the wrong person. I.. I just woke a mile from here, on the banks of the Naka river. I have no idea how I reached there, because... around this time I was heavily invested in training my body to receive One for All. So it was train, school, train, sleep. And, if today is... Monday... I should still be in school".

Shoto frowned at the information. That didn't add up at all. He knew better than not to trust Midoriya Izuku. If he said something, there was only a small probability that the green-head was wrong. "Why don't we talk this inside? I have feeling this is much more than time travel", Shoto murmured pointing a thumb to the closed door with a 'Midoriya' nameplate.

After finding the spare key under the floor mat, (Shoto still didn't know how someone could hide a key at such a usual place. It was still a miracle that no robberies had been reported from the Midoriya, Shoto mused), the pair sat down on Izuku's bed. He glanced around the room while Izuku brought water and some snacks for the two of them.

Even if Shoto knew that Izuku was an All Might fanboy, the room was overwhelming. There was just All Might merch perched everywhere in the room, except for a corner where he could Aizawa-sensei's figurines, as well as Present Mic's and a few others as well.

"Uhm..Yeah I was a bit too much of a fanboy around this time, especially with...", he trailed off placing a bowl of snacks in front of Shoto and sitting opposite to him. Shoto nodded knowing what his best friend was going to say.

"You don't have flaming trash can's figurines", he remarked as Izuku snorted.

"I wasn't a fan of Enda-whore as much as I was of All Might and others", he muttered, before shaking his head. "We are going off topic here, Sho".

Shoto sighed before nodding. "Yeah. What are you planning now?"

Izuku closed his eyes for a moment, an indication Shoto knew that he was in deep thought. The green-head opened his eyes after a few momenst and clicked his tongue. "If we are in the past, we should prevent a few incidents from happening".

"USJ", Shoto supplied.

"Stain and Iida"

"Bootcamp and LoV"

"Eri", Izuku murmured with wide eyes as he recollected all events chronologically. Shoto nodded slowly with the same expression. An eye contact, and it was wordlessly decided that Eri would be rescued first before anything else. Their adopted sister's safety took priority before everything else. Even All for One.

"How?", Shoto asked. "The Eight Percept's aren't that easy to deal with, 'Zuku. And we don't know if they have developed the Quirk-destroying drug".

"That's right, we don't know. It may have not been developed till now. The last time, Eri escaped and ran into us. Chisaki was prepared for us. He isn't now", Izuku responded with a shake of his head. "Sir Nighteye wouldn't have to die this time around".

Shoto nodded slowly, mind racing for different plans to get Eri out of the yakuza. "If we attack head on, it won't be easy".

"Yeah, it won't be easy, unless..", Izuku trailed off giving a shit-eating grin. A pit formed in Shoto's stomach. That grin didn't mean anything good at all. "We know the exact schedule of their shifts and the least security".

Shoto furrowed his brows at the implication, before it clicked what his best friend was implying. He gave the green-head an exasperated stare. "You can't be serious about that, Izuku". The grin he got as a reply confirmed that the words fell on deaf ears.

Izuku closed the door as Shoto took his leave. The plan to rescue Eri had been decided. The date for the same had been decided too. He picked up the wireless telephone from the living room, and dialed her mother's number from the contacts saved on it. It was almost five, and his mother would be returning in an hour. A surprise dinner couldn't hurt.

He waited patiently as he heard the alerting tune twice, before the call was picked up. He frowned at the silence on the other end.

"Mom?", he asked unsurely.

"...Izuku?". The tone sounded like she was about to cry and was filled with relief. Had something happened between them? He would've remembered it, but his days during this time had been mushed into one another as he trained relentlessly under All Might. "Where are you right now?"

"I am at home, Mom. But, why are you asking that? This is our home landline", Izuku responded with a frown. Whatever her mother was saying didn't make any sense to him.

"Izuku, baby, stay where...*gulp* you are. I am coming home", and the call hung up.

He sighed as plopped down on the couch, his mind running at a thousand miles an hour. Why was his mother's tone so cracked and laden with relief? It was unusual. Had something happened around this time which he had forgotten? He shook he head an stopped the negative train of thoughts. They never had a fight for as long as he could remember.

He closed his eyes as he sunk into the couch. He tried to remember as much of the Eight Percepts base he could remember. The entrance, the ground floor, the basement... No, the basement had been a maze due to a certain quirk, and it had been annoying to navigate through the everchanging labyrinth of passageways. The first thing he need to do incase of a fight was subdue the one who had this quirk. He didn't remember the other quirks, but he was sure that taking down the responsible for the annoying quirk would reduce their effort into half.

He opened his eyes as a knock sounded on the door. He peeped through the eyehole, making sure it was his mother. His eyes widened as he opened the door, greeting his mother as well as the two police officers behind her. Yeah, two police officers were shadowing his mother.

"Mom?", Izuku asked perplexed as he looked between his mother and the officers.

Midoriya Inko's eyes widened as she spotted her son, tears streaming down her face before she could register them. She tackled Izuku into a hug, sobbing uncontrollably, while her son looked between her and the officers in confusion. "You are really here", she cried hugging him tighter.

Izuku returned Inko's hug awkwardly, still not sure what was exactly happening. "Mom, why are you crying?"

Izuku didn't like the way the officers exchanged a look. "You are really here", Inko cried again, not letting Izuku go.

"Uhm... Miss Midoriya, uh...why don't we talk this inside?", one of the officers spoke up. "I believe there's a lot to talk about".

Inko pulled back from the hug reluctantly, wiped her eyes and nodded. Izuku dumbly walked behind the three as the two officers sat opposite to him on the couch, while her mother clung to him again after bringing two chairs from the dining room.

"What is happening?", Izuku blurted out, unable to keep the confusion inside him any longer. He saw the look passing through the officers again.

"You seriously don't remember anything, kid?", the second officer asked with a frown. Izuku shook his head in denial. The first sighed before putting a hand on his partner's shoulder. Izuku gulped as the latter officer looked him dead straight in the eyes.

"Midoriya Izuku, you had been declared missing on April 15th. You have been missing and presumed dead for 5 months, kid".

"What?"

A/N : I am sorry for changing the chapter. I recently read another fanfic, and got a crazy idea. The original script was crazy itself, this one is even more batshit crazy.