In the distant past, before a massive cataclysm reset the planet, there was a time known as the Second Grand Pirate Era. The end of the first was marked by the death of the Pirate Emperor Edward "Whitebeard" Newgate, and the new age was heralded into existence by the Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates, Monkey D. Luffy. The man who would become the 2nd Pirate King. While his crew is no less legendary, our story only requires us to focus on his first mate, the World's Strongest Swordsman: Roronoa Zoro. A master of the 3 sword style, with strength and power unparalleled in his time. He would be the only person to ever hold the title, unbeaten, for their entire life. In the lost journals of Weather Witch Nami, Navigator to the King, she refers to a strange "skill" possessed by her cremate.

"If there were anyone I could describe as my opposite, it would have to be that dumbass. I've seen him get lost walking in a straight line. Honestly, I have no idea how he and Luffy managed to survive without my help. It's weird, though. No matter how lost he gets, Zoro always arrives on time. He could be on the opposite side of whatever land mass we're docked at, and somehow he'll walk, swim, or fall right in front of us just when we could use him the most. Or, more annoyingly, he'll already be there and about to start fighting someone. If I hadn't watched him swim regularly for exercise (sometimes he would even tow the Sunny with his teeth), I'd swear he ate a devil fruit. If he did, he probably wouldn't even realize it. Hah! If it exists, I have complete faith that one day Zoro will be the one to eat the Lost-Lost fruit."

Modern historians often point to the glowing baby as the herald of a new era in history, arguing that the world can now be split into "Before Glowing Baby" and "After Glowing Baby", the beginning of a new history. The beginning of the Age of the Quirk. However, this isn't quite true. The first real, natural superpower was not the glowing baby of 20XX. It was, much like its user, lost to the seas of time. Until now.

Meet Izuku Mi-...wait, where'd he go?

"Hello, sir. Can I have some help? I'm trying to get back to Mustafau."

"No entiendo."

"Oh no." Racking his brain, he tried to recall which countries sounded like that. The architecture was no help. Though it was pretty. It was sorta musical? There were like, six countries with musical languages, though. Screw it. He pointed to the ground. "Uh…Mexico?"

"No. España."

With a sigh, he smiled and gave the man a quick bow, "Thank you," before turning and starting to walk. "I keep telling mom we need to unlock my phone. How am I ever gonna be able to touch base like this?"

The young man he was talking to shrugged and turned to walk away, before realizing that he just let a lost child who couldn't speak the language of his location walk off. AT 2 IN THE MORNING! He burst into a sprint around the corner where the kid had gone. "Niño, esp-" There was no one on the street. "Mierda."

Izuku sat down at the first public table he came across. His quirk was more trouble than it was worth sometimes.

Izuku Midoriya, Quirk: [Lost]. This is a randomly activated, seemingly uncontrollable warp quirk. If he's not being watched or towed along somewhere, there's no knowing where he's going! Though he usually makes it home in time for dinner, it tends to be one heck of a scenic route!

While this was technically not a new situation, it was still somewhat frustrating. He woke up late so he couldn't take the walk with Kacchan. He left in such a hurry, it was a block before he realized he hadn't taken his quirk suppressants, and by then he was in Kyoto. He grimaced, knowing what he had to do. Pulling up his sleeve, he hissed as he pressed down on a spot in the middle of his forearm. While not painful anymore, somehow his subdermal beacon was always really uncomfortable to use. His best guess was that it had something to do with the nature of his quirk. It was his nature to get lost, and anything that could get him found was anathema to his being. Or so he assumed. Maybe it was just that pressing a tiny button and feeling a click under his skin was just always jarring.

He preferred his more poetic explanation, though. Pulling his phone out, he was pleased to discover there were wifi networks he could use. Connecting, he pulled up a map. Maybe he could at least find a good-Ethiopian?! He looked up and found that, yes, he was in fact significantly warmer, even though the sky seemed to have gotten darker. The map said he was in a city called Bahir Dar. "Well, maybe I'll get lucky and my quirk will wait until I can get a cup of real fresh coffee. See what I'm missing. Maybe I'll even be able to get mom a souvenir."

It was a couple more hours before

"H̵̨̛͖͙̪̻̖͙̩̬͚̭̱̥̻͋̀͊͐̍̊̕ͅe̶͇̭̩̎̀ÿ̸̡̨̬̞͇͖͈͔̻̥̬́͆̄̿̓̽̌̈́̉̀̎̃ ̶͕̬̒̏̉̌m̴̝̬̉̈̍̊̋̀͝o̴̜͉̪̔̊̉m̶̛̹̮̥͓̣̦̪̱͚͂̍̎,̴̢̮̥̂̓̀͆̕̕ ̸̧̧̛͈̝͉̼̤̳͇͚̞͒̌̾͒̉̾̔͒̑͆̉͆͝ͅI̵̢̨̧̛̗̱͍̖̘̪̼͚͌̋̃̀́̆̈́͂͐̎͊̈̿͘͜'̷̧̛̮̪̥͈̯̲̦̙̼̯͉̱̱̗̅̍͗͛͒̿̂̇̌m̷̢̦̼̠̱͈̩̣̰͙͕̱̿͋̔̀̑̐͌͛̕͠͝͠͝ͅ ̷͉̤̣͍̱̣̞̎̒͜ḫ̶̨̝̟̍̎̽͛̏̕o̴͖̜̱̜̯̰͎̞͑̐͋͘m̵̨͈̞̘̓̇̐̄͝͝͝͠ẹ̷̢̢̢̛̬͔̭̥̖̮̯̻̰̟͌̏̔̒̾̿͗̑.̷̧̢͙̜̻͓̱̗͇̹̥̞̉̏ ̷̹̖͍̘͙̘̼̘̥̣̯͂̒́̒͝!"

"Izuku? Are you…ok? You're kind of…vibrating. Is your quirk acting up? Should I be taking you to the hospital?"

"N̵̡̲̔o̴͍͊̾,̴̧̡̀̓ Ḯ̶̲'̷m̶ f̶̥̬̋͠in̴͉̝̏e̸͔̣͗̽.̶̣͓̍ ̵͖͠Ḧ̷̼́͜a̵͖̐͘v̸͕̈e̸̥̐͒ ̵̠̀ÿ̴͔͙́͘o̴̟̭̕ǘ̵̹ ̶̢̦̌̔ḝ̴͚v̸̘̖̀ẹ̶͝ȓ̷̰̔ ̴͕̽́ḥ̵̬͌à̶̗d̵̈̿͜ ̵̧̈̒r̵̩̰̋̓e̸̥̮̊̇ą̸̼̎l̵͈̟͐̀l̵̲̱͐̊y̶͎̽̃ ̵̘̦͛f̷̭̈͋ȑ̵̢ȅ̶̡s̴̠̾͐h̶̲͈̓ ̸̢̀̌c̴͓̹͝o̵͕̿͝f̶̩̎̆f̷̆͜ẻ̷̢e̵͇̍̓ ̴̮̇͠m̷ó̴̢̟́m̵͓̑͜?̶̡̘̿͒ ̴̥̅I̵̊̒t'̷̠͇̆̍s̶̩͈͐ ̵̦̿g̴͍͛̊o̵̜̭̎͝ȍ̸̻̦ö̸̞́ö̴͇̮́ȯ̸̪ó̸̼̫d̸̥͖̈̃.̷͙̼̀̚"

"Oooookay. I'm gonna tuck you into bed, you're going to stay there, and I'll call the school to let them know you're not missing. Anymore."

"T̸̛̻̏h̷̼̍͌a̴̞͋̍ñ̴͔͉ķ̸̤̏ś̷͉͓ ̸̤̠̕m̶̢̙͋̕ō̸̼̥m̴̋́ͅ.̷̗͂ ̵̄̇"

After making sure he was in comfortable clothes and under the covers (and sufficiently medicated), he was left to his own devices. Literally, as he started scrolling through his school email to get caught up. "A̵̺͗w̶̞̏̕ ̶̩͙̿m̶̨̔a̷̡͝ǹ̸͍̒,̴̼̤̇͒ ̸͈̌I̶͇̍ ̶̢̩̌͠m̶̦̙̔i̷͙̅͝ş̶̍͠s̵͖̰̎è̶̜̳̔ḓ̸̺̆̅ a pop quiz."

Presently, the caffeine wears off, and our protagonist is out like a light.

A/N: ANOTHA ONE(shot). This one is off Reddit, I'm a fan of it as a prompt. While I don't think my writing skills are half-bad, I am positive I don't have quite the skill level to do this one justice. It's definitely a crack/ comedic premise, and I'm funny, but someone can do it better. By all means, take this and build a strange new sandcastle. Toodles, friends!

"Hey, anyone see my captain? He's loud, has a kinda stupid face? Probably wearing red? Made of rubber? Anyone? Dammit…might as well get a drink."