The Shipwreck Zone

Izuku was not on a boat, though he had no doubts that was where he was intended to be. Izuku was on the shoreline, watching from the shadow of a tree as a band of villainous individuals circled the boat. He was not aboard the boat because while he had been teleported to it by a man wreathed in purple fog who had a powerful warp Quirk, he had used Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap to teleport away from the water and to the shoreline.

As a result, there was only one person actually aboard the boat; one Tsuyu Asui, the frog-girl Izuku knew almost nothing about. She had voted for him, he supposed, given that she had told him as much while they were aboard the bus on their way here. Apparently she had thought him more mature than most of their classmates, and more self assured than Momo, her other favourite candidate.

Tsuyu Asui spoke plainly, declaring her opinions and beliefs without any sort of sugar-coating. Izuku respected that, and as such he resolved to rescue her; if she needed rescuing. It appeared as though she did, however, given that the boat she was on was itself completely surrounded by aquatic villains. Izuku measured the distance in his mind, grabbing a fistful of his coat and adjusting it slightly, before swallowing back any trepidation and moving.

He disappeared into thin air, his coat coming with him. It was Valentine's coat, though his mother had done a bit of work on it to shrink it down a tad and make it wearable for a fifteen year old boy. She had also died it purple, a colour that didn't clash so heavily with Izuku's green hair. It was still large on him, which was exactly what he needed.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap was a deceptively simple power, that had changed somewhat when he had received it from Funny Valentine. It's former Ability was easy to explain; it could teleport objects and people that were between two different surfaces. The surfaces needed to be large enough to fully cover the object or person from both ends, meaning Izuku could teleport with the coat. Normally this only moved the object between two surfaces, in his case his body beneath the coat, but as it was large enough for him to fold it into itself, it would teleport along with him.

This trick hadn't worked for Funny Valentine, since D4C was technically a separate entity from himself and therefore its powers were its own. But D4C was now a part of Izuku's body, enhanced by the power of One For All (though Izuku did not know this just yet) and thereby capable of greater things than it had been before. Though Izuku doubted he would ever gain access to a power as great as that of Funny's D4C-Love Train, he was certain he would be able to strengthen this new Quirk somehow. Likely through training. Training made everything better.

Izuku materialized behind Tsuyu, from the space between the door into the boat's cabin and the actual doorframe. It was a tight squeeze considering the door was only a little open, but he managed to make it work with some twisting and wriggling. He popped out and hit the deck with a dull thud, grunting at the impact before standing up.

"Hey, Asui." he said, nodding at the girl, who had reacted to his appearance by dropping low to the ground and extending her tongue. A logical response, at least for a frog-girl. "You wanna get out of here?"

"That sounds like a plan." she agreed, nodding slowly when she realized it was him. "Can you use your Quirk to teleport us, gero?"

She ended the sentence with a strange ribbit sound, which gave Izuku pause before he reached up and unbuttoned the only button on his coat he ever bothered to do up. He pulled it off, shaking it a little, before nodding to Tsuyu, who was still crouched. She closed her eyes and he dropped his coat on top of her, D4C surrounding him in its strange ghost armour as she disappeared under the coat, appearing under the same tree had had warped from. Izuku slung the coat back on and surrounded himself in its fabric, appearing beside her with a dramatic bow.

"Now... I'm going to try and help Aizawa-Sensei." he informed her, looking up at the courtyard where he could hear battle raging. "Those guys in the water might spot you if you stay here, so try and make a break for it. Head for the entrance, it should be safe there if the fog-guy left."

Tsuyu nodded, apparently agreeing with his idea, and began hopping on all fours towards the entrance, skirting the edge of the courtyard. Izuku, meanwhile, swallowed, and wondered for a moment where Blackmore had ended up, along with the rest of his class.

The Downpour Zone

Blackmore was on his knees in the midst of a rainstorm. His mask was in one hand, his umbrella in the other, and his eyes were shut. His anger was palpable, rolling off him in waves that could be felt like pressure by those around him. There were many around him, all of them clad in roughshod costumes and carrying themselves with a rather menacing aura. At least, an aura that attempted to be menacing.

Blackmore had seen Funny Valentine angry. Menacing was beneath him at this point; when his former master was angry, the earth itself seemed to shake as the winds came to a halt. The world stopped turning and the sun halted in the sky, all as Blackmore's president turned his gaze to the one who had inspired in him such fury. If looks could kill, the men would be gone, reduced to atoms and dispelled in the wind. Blackmore likely would have swept up the pile.

These men did not scare him. They annoyed him, they angered him, but they did not scare him. They never could.

One, a tall fellow with a face somewhere between that of a spider and a man, laughed when he saw Blackmore rise, umbrella in hand and braced against the ground to help him up. This was the downpour zone, where he and his fellows had been assigned. They were to kill any students who entered their area and collect the bodies, for some unknown reason. The spider-man's name was Hachi, though his friends and enemies both called him Mandible.

He was a low-level crook; his Quirk let him spew high-tensile webbing from his mouth, a useful ability, but it also gave him a hideously deformed face that scared children and unsettled adults. He had spent most of his life as a pariah, falling in with the worst sorts of people and discovering that he relished in inflicting pain on others, the same way they inflicted pain on him. He clenched his fists when he saw the boy look up, noting his handsome face. He would have to be sure to disfigure this little snot a bit, he decided.

"Get out of my way, please." Blackmore said aloud, voice low and menacing. The villains, all six of them, laughed and jeered, one taking a step forward. All around them, the rain poured, and Blackmore felt his frustration build.

Hachi smirked and darted forward, stopping inches from the boy and hissing in that spider-like way that scared so many of his prospective victims. The boy didn't even flinch. Instead, he raised a single hand, wrapped up in a black leather glove, and snapped his fingers.

Hachi felt... different. Something was wrong, something had changed. He turned his head, and gasped as holes opened up on his mandibles, one of them being torn off instantly by some unknown force. Behind him, a woman screamed, and Blackmore took a step back. The rain, Hachi realized, the rain had stopped moving! What kind of Quirk was this?

"My apologies." The boy put a mask on his face, a weird thing like a hockey-goalie would wear, but painted with a rainbow across the mouth. "But I have business to attend to. I recommend you remain still, or my Stand will tear you to shreds. Water is a harsh thing when it is frozen in place."

Hachi realized with horror that this kid was just walking through the frozen raindrops... or, more accurately, they were just passing through him, like he wasn't even there. Was this kid a ghost? Or some kind of ghost? Or maybe his Stand was... what was a Stand? Didn't he mean Quirk? Hachi's mind was addled by the pain of losing a mandible, and having his body frozen in place. The rain had cut right through him in its frozen state. This... this was a killer's Quirk! This kid was going to kill them if they moved!

"What the fuck kind of hero are you anyway?" Hachi asked, turning his many eyes to the boy and speaking in a low rasp.

The boy sighed, shaking his head. Behind the mask, he was frowning.

"I am not a hero." Blackmore replied, before stepping up on the raindrops. "I am a butler. And you are ruffians, who will stay here restrained as you are until the authorities come to pick you up. Farewell."

He turned to his liquid form and flowed up and away, through the downpour zone, leaving Hachi and the other villains trapped in place by his Stand. They couldn't even watch him leave, unable to turn for fear of being pierced by the rain. So they stood in silent fear.

And in a nearby alleyway, under the shelter of a torn-off dumpster-lid but still surrounded by the deadly frozen rain, Katsuki Bakugo watched him go with a snarl of rage.

The Courtyard

A hammer blow to the side knocked Shouta off his feet, sending him skidding across the concrete of the central platform. He narrowly avoided plunging off the edge by throwing his capture weapon around a nearby villain, using the man's weight to stop himself from falling before twisting around and reversing his own momentum, firing the man off the edge as he himself skidded to a halt and brought his capture weapon back around.

He dropped to one knee, coughing, and a coppery taste in his mouth sent a shot of panic straight through his heart. He was coughing blood, always an ill omen. Furthermore, his vision was blurring, his dry-eye growing worse and worse with every passing moment. He longed to close his eyes and rest, his every muscle burning with stress and fatigue, but he ignored those demands and forced himself to his feet, the splitting pain in his side a mere footnote in his mind. He had bigger problems to deal with than a few fractured ribs; the remaining villains, for one, and that monstrous black creature for another.

He dropped his stance again, capture weapon at the ready. His eyes narrowed behind his goggles, and he let his Quirk activate with a flash of red from his irises. Instantly his eyes flared with pain, but he bit back a cry and grunted instead, pushing forward and then lunging to close the gap. One villain came to him, hands raised high, the electricity crackling around them disappearing as Shouta turned his nullifying gaze to him. The man was given a split second to realize his attack was now much less powerful, before Shouta slammed a foot into his gut and he was sent sprawling.

Shouta twisted and threw his capture weapon again, wrapping it around one man's arm and turning the other way, swinging him back around. The man staggered in an effort to keep up, before Shouta nimbly back-stepped another man's high kick before yanking his capture weapon back toward himself, pulling the man wrapped up in it along for the ride. The two connected with a dull crack of skull-on-skull, before Shouta pushed them both away with one foot, pulling his capture weapon free as he did so.

The other villains were much more hesitant now; they had seen him demolish over two dozen of their own, their numbers insufficient in the face of his skill and experience. He had spent years mastering his fighting style; the idea that merely being outnumbered would somehow keep him from success was as ludicrous as it was insulting. Shouta quickly counted out five remaining villains, not counting the black creature or the man covered in hands. He grasped his capture scarf in both hands and squinted at the latter two; the pitch black creature was gone. Where had it-

His train of thought was derailed by the impact of a fist the colour of a midnight sky, and his mind was consumed by a single overwhelming message; PAIN. Every nerve was firing it full blast, especially those in his eyes and the ones along the right side of his body. He lost all sensation in his right arm; he supposed it had been demolished, the bone likely obliterated by the impact. That thing was strong!

But that was not what Shouta was afraid of. It was not the reason that when he hit the ground he had to swallow back his terror. It was something far worse; he knew his body was being ruined. He could accept that; it was part of the job. No, his fear was for his students. If they died... he had failed. Failed to protect them. Failed to nurture them. Failed to guide them. Failed to be their teacher, their Sensei. And that was unacceptable.

Shouta Aizawa forced himself to roll over, fending off the agonized wails of his right side. He watched the pitch black monster approach, saw it descending upon him like a mountain lion would approach crippled prey. Slow, careful, bulging eyes staying locked on him. Shouta let his own eyes glow again, trying to shut down his opponent's Quirk.

A monstrous hand grasped his face, the palm alone blotting out all vision, before the creature lifted him up. He could feel his feet dangling, his head throbbing and most of all his arm flopping limply to the side. His capture weapon hung loosely in his left hand, the one he could still move, but when he threw it around the creature's tree-trunk ankle and wrenched on it, the beast didn't even shift.

Then he went higher, as the creature raised him up, before hurtling down. He hit the concrete, and in an explosion of shards and dust was crushed into it. His mind blanked for a moment, a split second of pure darkness before everything rebooted. The creature kept pressing down, trying to pulp his skull against the concrete. He couldn't do anything, his vision darkening and his body going numb; Shouta Aizawa realized in that moment that he was going to die.

Then something shifted the creature's arm, a powerful impact that managed to move it's grip. The beast released Shouta's head, twisting to face this new threat, and through his blackening vision Shouta saw two bright colours moving; green, he noted, a dark pine green. And a deep, rich purple, regal and kingly. Then his eyes closed, and he lost his battle against unconscious.

Izuku Midoriya saw his Sensei pass out and sighed with relief as the black monster turned to face him, bulging eyes refocusing on his form. Izuku's left arm was broken from his last punch, but fortunately he had a plan. It was probably a bad plan, one that would never actually work, but it was at the very least worth a try. He dropped down low and lunges at the monster, right fist crackling with the power of One For All, before he twisted in a dodge away from a wicked fast punch and let himself fall to the ground.

He pulled his coat around, using the way it was loosely draped on his shoulders and held in place by a single button, and sank into the ground using Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap. Funny had told him of this tactic, one he had frequently used to prolong his battles. It was a way Izuku could use to go all out, to fight to the point of death, and keep on fighting afterwards. Izuku sank into the ground and rose back up from under a person, he noticed, a collapsed form.

Denki Kaminari was absolutely exhausted from a long day of rescue exercises, and in his exhaustion it took him a moment to realize there was somebody under him, inside the concrete and emerging slowly, until a hand grabbed his forearm and pushed, rolling him into his side long enough for the figure to scramble free. The rest of Class 1-A stared at Izuku Midoriya, including Izuku Midoriya, who looked far less surprised than the rest of them.

"Is it... is it time?" an Izuku Midoriya without a purple coat asked, the tips of his fingers pressing together.

The Izuku Midoriya who had come from beneath Kaminari nodded once, pulling his coat off and tossing it to the second Izuku. The one the class knew caught it and pulled it on, and suddenly the change of costume to a simple spandex top and black pants made much more sense. The floor-Izuku dropped to one knee, cradling a busted arm, and this world's original Izuku smiled at him.

"These guys c-can take care of that." he said, before nodding at the new Izuku. "I'll handle it, don't worry. You're safe here."

The floor-Izuku just nodded back, before the Izuku now wearing the coat pulled it around himself and materialized again. He came up from the ground, right behind the black monster where a large chunk of concrete had left a space between itself and the floor for him to exploit. He materialized, and then cocked his arm back and delivered a one-hundred percent punch with his left arm and fist, shattering the creature's left shoulder blade. It whirled around, but Izuku had already dodged the opposite way and so brought his foot around in a wicked roundhouse to the creature's face, knocking a small chunk off of its beak.

He saw the beak growing back almost instantly, and swallowed before shrouding himself in the coat again and disappearing. He landed on the ground with a groan, before a hand grabbed his coat and pulled. He rolled over, eyes blurring for a moment, and saw a third Izuku pulling on the coat, glancing down and giving him a nod.

"It can regenerate..." the Izuku on the floor warned, and the new, silent Izuku nodded again before disappearing.

He reappeared and immediately chose a crippling blow, driving a boot into the back of the monster's knee with One For All, snapping the more fragile bone. He used the kickback from the attack to push off the creature, turning and raising a fist to deliver a one-hundred percent punch into the ground beneath him. This sling-shotted him sky high, and he turned to adjust his angle one more time and bring a One For All charged leg crashing down on the monster's exposed brain.

He missed, his foot smashing into its already damaged shoulder and breaking it with all the combined momentum and the power of One For All, before he used his remaining arm to shroud himself in his coat and disappear again.

The next Izuku had a different gambit in mind; he directed his first punch at the floor, smashing his fist into the ground and raising a massive cloud of dust to hide the field, before making a break for it. Hopefully his idea would work, though he wasn't wholly certain...

Shigaraki Tomura watched with wide-eyed shock as the boy disappeared and reappeared, over and over again, always showing up just to deliver a couple of powerful, ultimately distracting blows to his Noumu before disappearing. He looked around to find himself alone, the five remaining trash-mob villains all having run off. Useless sacks of meat and hit-points... he would settle this himself. Years of battling bosses and plotting raids had prepared him for this sort of fight.

He already knew the boy had a weakness; his warping seemed to rely on his coat. Shigaraki wasn't sure how he healed during his disappearances, but he didn't really care either. All he wanted was to cripple the little bastard and move on with his plan. Eraserhead was down, the students were still mostly scattered and communications were still jammed. He still had a chance; he just needed to bait All Might somehow. Killing these kids would probably do that easily enough.

Shigaraki snarled and got moving, hands curled into claw-like shapes at his sides. One grab would be enough, one good firm grip to turn this agitating glass-cannon into dust. He just had to stay low and let Noumu draw his attention, then strike when the kid wasn't able to predict it. The coat, the coat was crucial, he reminded himself. He skulked around the edge of the fight, watching the boy use his weird-ass Quirk to appear and disappear, before he saw an opportunity. The kid disappeared, and materialized mere feet from Shigaraki, hands still clutching his jacket.

Shigaraki lunged forward, and grabbed a fistful of the kid's shoulder. He tightened his grip to a bone-crushing white-knuckle hold, and then blinked in confusion when nothing happened. The kid turned, and Shigaraki released and took a step back, before spotting a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Impossible. IMPOSSIBLE. Eraserhead was supposed to be dead! Eraserhead had been beaten, bludgeoned and crushed into the goddamn floor!

But here he was, standing upright, body fully intact and free of any battle damage. Shigaraki felt that stupid scarf-weapon wrap around his body, his Quirk failing to activate when he took another long stare from those glowing red eyes. He noted a second too late that Eraserhead *did* have a tell; his hair lifted up when he used his Quirk. Dammit! He should have seen it sooner. He bucked and writhed in the clutches of the weapon, screaming for his Noumu.

"No such luck." Eraserhead spoke, and Shigaraki blinked when the voice was that of a woman. "Midoriya's been keeping that thing pressured. He's popped both eardrums and gouged out an eye. Your backup isn't going to-"

A hole of black shadow appeared in reality itself, a flat plan in a three-dimensional space, and then closed, severing the capture weapon part way through its own length. Both Shigaraki and the weird female-Eraserhead fell backwards, stumbling as their mutual struggle was suddenly brought to an end. Shigaraki fell down and into the floor, through a portal opened behind his back, and found himself standing next to Kurogiri on the far end of the concrete platform.

"This is a disaster!" Shigaraki declared, disintegrating the loosened capture weapon with his restored Quirk and freeing himself. "That kid is hacking, he has to be! Nobody is that powerful besides Sensei!"

"It would appear his Quirk is quite impressive, Shigaraki Tomura." Kurogiri agreed, nodding his gaseous head. "However, take note. He has not defeated Noumu in the slightest; he has only succeeded in slowing it down. When All Might comes, Noumu will still be able to kill him."

Shigaraki scowled and kept watching. The kid was still disappearing and reappearing, usually looking a little different with each appearance. Sometimes he seemed a little taller or a little shorter, at one point he had incredibly short hair and at another his hair was long, tied back in a pony-tail. It was a strange thing to watch; maybe the kid could clone himself, or something? That didn't make much sense, but Shigaraki couldn't decipher any other reason for teleportation-healing.

Then there was a thunderous booming sound from the front doors, and Shigaraki's eyes went wide as he saw the target of all this just walk into the room like he owned the place. Noumu turned to, ignoring a kick to the head from the green-haired kid as it focused it's one intact and one regenerating eye on All Might, who was pulling off his tie and shouting, his every word a booming declaration.

"Kurogiri..." Shigaraki muttered. "Get ready."

All Might lunged, and smashed a fist into the Noumu's gut. And Shigaraki screamed as the monster was thrown backwards.

Noumu wasn't ready. Every attack from the annoying green kid had been focused on crippling and hampering the creature, breaking important bones or damaging tendons and muscle fibres crucial to the running of it's enormous form. It's eyes had each been destroyed at least twice, and it had gone through more eardrums than one could shake a multitude of sticks at. And now, a fully intact (and female, what the hell?) Eraserhead was focusing her(?) nullifying gaze on it.

Noumu had multiple Quirks. Shigaraki had known that with its strength being mutation-based, that meant it was unable to lose its most important weapon. Eraserhead would either remove the regeneration, which was fine since it was already monstrously resilient and All-Might wasn't given to pulling his enemies apart, or its shock absorption, which would be much worse but still recoverable.

But regeneration had its limits, and constantly growing back complicated things like eyeballs and eardrums has taxed it to something approaching a natural limit. Meanwhile, with it's shock absorption gone, that meant All Might has just pulped most of its innards with a single strike. Shigaraki watched in horror as his vaunted 'All Might Killer', the most important aspect of this plan, was hammered across the concrete square and into the ground.

All Might didn't just stop with one attack either; he gave chase, delivering a powerful two-fisted smash attack that slammed the creature into the floor. Then he started digging, punching a veritable trench in the ground using his two fists and Noumu's body. Noumu had been pushed to the limit, and tragically without orders from its master or any real strategic thinking of its own, it was brought to the end of its unnatural, monstrous life by one final crushing strike from All Might.

Shigaraki snarled, but before he could do much of anything besides be angry the boy in the purple coat came running toward them, his fist crackling with that green energy. He looked more or less the same as the original now, with slightly longer hair and a little taller. Shigaraki snarled before lunging as well, reaching out with his hand, before a wall of darkness rose in front of him and he found himself falling to the floor inside Kurogiri's bar, Kurogiri stepping through the same portal with him.

The message was clear as daylight, even without words. Kurogiri stepped behind the bar and leaned on its surface, his gaseous head falling, and Shigaraki raged on the floor, screaming his anger.

They had lost.

Author's Note:

Noumu weird. I figure Eraserhead can erase at least one Quirk, except the one that makes him rubbery and like nine feet tall, so I just assumed when he uses his Erasure it's like a fifty-fifty on regeneration or shock absorption. Which also is weird, because those two might be mutation Quirks, but does that mean All For One can steal mutation Quirks and they just don't affect him, or does he have the ability to turn them off and on at will? Doesn't that literally ignore a major law of Mutation Quirks, in that they're always active? If you steal a Mutation Quirk, does that kill the former bearer since you just stole a massive chunk of their genes?

This is all stuff that's utterly beyond me, so I won't go into it because this a story about Izuku getting a superpower from the former President of the United States of America and using it to become the number one hero in the world. And I'm not falling into the trap of trying to make sense of a Manga power system, since the rules can change pretty much whenever.

Speaking of change, yes, Eraserhead is a woman now. Izuku can travel to alternate dimensions, and I'm not giving up the perfect excuse to do funky shit with characters that's also one-hundred percent explicable in the story. I can change things at will, and I don't even need to retcon everything over and over and over again!

Wait, my doorbell just rang. Gimme a sec.

Hey, I know that face... aren't you Araki? Wait, w-what're you doing with that axe?

Hope you guys enjoyed, and I'll see you with next one!