Workshop H, reserved for the second smallest class in the entire school (beaten out by Class 1-L, Lunch Rush's culinary class), was today the busiest room in the entire school. It hadn't taken long for the first-year support course students to unite and take matters into their own hands, diving headfirst into the mission to find the missing Midoriyas. The workshop was buzzing with activity as Power Loader and Snipe, now accompanied by the fiercely determined Mei Hatsume, pushed open the workshop doors.
As they stepped inside, they were met with the symphony of engineering in full swing. Drills were whirring, blowtorches were ablaze, and students darted around, skillfully manoeuvring heavy machinery, hardly sparing a moment for the newcomers.
Yamashita, lifting her welding mask, spotted Mei and called out, "Mei! Get over here and give me a hand!" Mei eagerly joined the ranks, instantly becoming a part of the action, alongside her fellow support course students. Right by their side, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, Kodai, Todoroki, and Komori were lending their helping hands, making themselves useful in any way possible. Yaoyorozu's quirk proved to be particularly invaluable, conjuring up whatever the inventors in the room required.
"What is all this?" Power Loader marvelled at the organised chaos around him, as Hana pushed a satellite dish into the centre of the room.
Snipe chuckled, "Looks like ya younguns ain't foolin' around, Loader. I reckon I'll get on outta ya'lls way, holler at me if'n ya need." With a friendly pat on Power Loader's shoulder, Snipe made his way towards the staff room.
Looking around, Power Loader noticed the multitude of screens and monitors, all connected to a central array with a tangled web of wires. "Is this a surveillance system?" he asked, fully aware of the answer but wanting to hear it from them.
Kazutani confirmed it, "Yes, we're hoping to tap into the city's CCTV grid. We know it's illegal, but..."
"We don't give a shit," Yamashita interjected, finishing the thought.
Power Loader nodded, "Neither do I."
Just then, Deku rolled out from underneath a table. "Nezu was cool with it too! He said it was a wicked idea and laughed like crazy! It was awesome!" they exclaimed.
"Oh, little robot, did Nezu say anything about Aya Matsuri to you?" Power Loader asked.
"Sure did, dog! Hold on a sec!" Deku replied with trademark enthusiasm. They closed their eyes in concentration, and printed out a photograph of Aya Matsuri from one of Yaoyorozu's cameras, right from their mouth.
Power Loader examined the image in his hand, "How did he get access to their cameras?"
"He asked!"
"...Oh, guess I should have thought of that. Well, time to get to work." He said, before he strolled over to a laptop connected to the device. With the assistance of their knowledgeable teacher, the team quickly established a working connection.
The students gathered around with baited breath as the first screens began to flicker into life, showing crystal clear images of street corners and building interiors all across the city. Their hard work had paid off.
"We're ready to roll, people! Everyone, take a monitor and keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious!" Mei shouted out loud, it hadn't taken long for her to get to grips with what the class was building, and she effortlessly fell into leadership mode.
"You said you had a task for me, Sir?" Kazutani said, approaching Power Loader.
Power Loader nodded once and handed him the printout, "Can you analyse this woman? Anything and everything you can determine about her, she's our best lead right now."
Kazutani took the picture and meticulously scrutinised it, pushing his quirk to the max. After a minute or so, he let out a deep breath. "Mmhm. I've got her height, measurements, and a solid grasp of her facial structure. Unfortunately, I can't divine her weight or blood type from just a still shot, but even if she's in disguise, I'll be able to spot the distance between her eyes, the curve of her neck, and the angle of her nostrils. I should have plenty to work with."
"Good, thank you Kazutani."
Kiko Omasuba didn't often stick to a routine, but her lunch breaks were the exception. Each afternoon, she would bring her homemade sandwiches and settle on the same bench overlooking the duck pond in the nearby park. It offered the perfect vantage point for seeing the animals, people-watching, and, on the rare occasion she needed it, catching up on some cases. She timed her breaks to be later than everyone else, ensuring that the park was usually quiet, with little chance of anyone sitting right next to her.
Today, however, brought her not one but two surprises. The first was the fact that two people decided to share her bench at once. The second was that one of them was a two-foot-tall rodent-man.
"Good afternoon, Detective!" The rodent greeted her with a broad grin. "I hope we're not intruding!"
Her other uninvited guest, a man dressed in black and grey, began speaking before Kiko could even finish swallowing her food. "We need to discuss your sister."
Omasuba swallowed, "Rosa? Why, what happened? Is this about her boyfriend?! If he did anything to her, I swear to god,"
"Are you aware of what your sister does for a living, Detective?" Nezu asked, still maintaining his friendly smile.
Kiko sighed. "Well, of course. She works in real estate. But seriously, I get that you two are heroes, but can't we skip the cloak-and-dagger routine? If something's happened to my sister, I have a right to know."
"Your sister is potentially involved with killers." Aizawa didn't beat around the bush.
It took a series of hearty back slaps for Kiko to stop choking on her sandwich. "W-what, killers? Are you out of your mind? Rosa wouldn't hurt a fly!"
Nezu offered her a sympathetic look. "I'm afraid it's true, Detective. Rosa visits you quite often, doesn't she?"
"I suppose so, what are you getting at?"
Gesturing a paw toward the scruffy man accompanying him, Nezu smiled, "I think it best if my colleague explained."
"Someone at your precinct is feeding false information into the computer systems. The new files appear every time your sister has visited, and they always result in detectives being reassigned to other parts of the city." Aizawa revealed.
Kiko shook her head in disbelief. "Come on, people get shuffled around all the time in this line of work. It's normal."
"Detective," Nezu continued, his furry face maintaining a friendly demeanour. Apparently, he was playing good cop. "When was the last time you saw Detective Tsukauchi in person?"
"Well, he's a busy man,"
Aizawa's voice grew gruffer. "Please, just answer the question."
"I think it's been about six months, give or take."
Nezu's smile remained unchanged. "Doesn't that strike you as odd? Your precinct's lead detective has been on a never-ending rollercoaster of reassignments for half a year."
She sat in silence, a puzzled expression slowly fading. "You know, when you put it that way..."
"Not to mention," Aizawa added, "his reassignments have all happened around the same time as mysterious deaths across the city."
"Wait, every single time? That can't be right. Someone would have noticed... Hold on a sec, let me check something." She clapped her hands together abruptly, then gradually spread them apart, conjuring a light blue holographic display of files between her palms. Placing one hand flat, she deftly flicked through the images with her other hand.
"Your quirk?" Nezu asked.
"Yes, it's called Screen Reader. I can create a display of any paper document I've read before." She explained.
"Ah," Said Aizawa, "That explains why you print out all of your case files. I thought you were just unorganised."
Kiko shot Eraserhead a pointed glance before diving back into the files. "Look, Tsukauchi's reassignment on this date coincides with a suicide aboard a cruise ship. They discovered a stock market broker in his cabin, and there was absolutely nothing suspicious about it. It was a new detective's first case, he was really excited to get the chance."
"Convenient." Eraserhead rolled his eyes. "Check some others."
She obliged, hoping more evidence would clear her sister's name. "Here, Mr. Dakamoto was found dead in his office, and it turned out to be a straightforward accident involving his quirk. Everything seemed above board."
"And who was the lead detective on that case?"
"Detective Kirosuba, it was his… first case." She said with a hint of realisation. Brow furrowed, she continued scrolling through the files, her heart sinking as the pattern became more apparent. Each time Tsukauchi and other head detectives were reassigned, the deceased met their end in bizarre accidents, and the assigned detective was a fresh-faced graduate. What's more, the victims were always influential figures in and around Musutafu, without any next of kin to inherit their properties.
She clapped her hands together again, and dismissed the files. "You really think my sister has something to do with this?"
Nezu put a paw on her shoulder. "I am afraid so, her appearances at the precinct coincide precisely with each death. We were also unable to find any information about your sister other than a fake address, and her whereabouts are entirely unknown."
"Well, not…entirely unknown." Kiko began.
"Detective, if you know where your sister is, it could prove to be invaluable information."
"I do, I know where she is."
At Workshop 1H, hours had dragged on, and the students were on the brink of despair. They felt like they'd scrutinised every corner of the entire city through a myriad of surveillance cameras, yet there was still no trace of the elusive Midoriyas.
"How long have we been doing this?" Uraraka asked her screen-watching partner, Kodai.
"5 hours 13 minutes." she answered immediately.
"Uugghh," Komori let out a dramatic groan from across the room, rubbing her fatigued eyes as she sat next to Kuri, who was equally weary. "We're getting nowhere, shroom! Shoto, have you found anything, shroom?"
Todoroki remained silent, his gaze fixed on the TV screen. Momo, growing concerned, waved a hand in front of his seemingly vacant eyes. "I think he might have fallen asleep with his eyes open."
"Wow," said Mei. "That guy is weird." Then, after putting the finishing touches on the electric toupee she was fiddling with while watching, she threw up her arms exasperated. "Are we completely certain we checked EVERYWHERE Izuku and his mom could have gone? Every camera around their apartment building, everything? Even just a glance through a car window could be enough!"
Power Loader drummed his fingers against his chin, deep in thought. "Did we check inside Aldera General?" The deafening silence from the rest of the team answered his question. "You mean to tell me we've combed the entire city, and not one of us thought to check where Inko works?"
"Uh... Oops?" Mei offered with an apologetic shrug.
Exhaling with frustration, Power Loader swiftly redirected the feed to the general store and began rapidly sifting through the footage. Beside him, Kazutani suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, stop right there!" The image of a black-haired woman in a store uniform flashed on the screen. "That's her. That's Aya Matsuri."
"Are you absolutely certain? Inko mentioned a co-worker, Yumi something? Inko was upset that she was leaving to care for her mother," Power Loader mused.
Kazutani nodded with conviction. "It's the same person, everything matches. That woman is Aya Matsuri."
"Yaoyorozu," Power Loader called across the room, "Do the staff at your estate live on the premises?"
"Oh, yes, they do," the girl replied. "The workers' accommodations are at the rear of the main building."
"Whoever Matsuri was pretending to be here, she would have had to leave the store to return home. Either returning to the Yaoyorozu estate, if she was pretending to be both these people at once, or somewhere else. Everyone, check the cameras around Aldera General Store, dated around 2-3 weeks ago. We should be able to track her movements."
The crew sprang into action, with Kazutani proving to be the most invaluable member of the group, using his ability to see through her disguises. They switched between multiple cameras throughout the city, sometimes fast-forwarding to later dates. After hours of tireless work, they finally hit the jackpot. The trail led them to an unremarkable alleyway which Matsuri had visited multiple times. It was the most promising lead they had uncovered all day.
"We're here." Yuki Haro pulled the car into the alleyway and switched off the engine. Izuku and his mother both remained silent, there was an apprehensive tension to the air. "Are you still certain about this?"
"Yes, it's just…" Izuku started, hesitating for a brief moment, "I've been here before, the comic shop is just down that street. I guess I never realised what sort of things are going on right under my feet."
"I'm sorry I got the two of you involved in this." Yuki answered with a sombre expression. "High Street always advised against forming personal connections. I suppose this is the reason why."
The alleyway was almost entirely shrouded in darkness, the only light available being the dull orange of a streetside lamppost. Inko had to cup both hands around her eyes to try and peer out of the window, but even then she was only able to make out the outline of some brickwork, and some empty coffee cups that had blown into the area.
"I hate it when you mention that horrible High Street," Inko said, still peering into the darkness. "He only told you to stay away from people so he could use you for his own agenda."
Izuku nodded in agreement, "Yeah, your old boss sounds like a dickhead. Sorry, mom."
"No, I agree, he sounds like a huge dickhead."
The banter was enough to cool the air, and Yuki smiled. Something she was getting used to doing. "Alright, let's get going. Barbershop's room isn't too far into the compound. Stay behind me and stick to the shadows. We don't know if we'll run into Museum, so we have to be cautious. She may not be a trained fighter, but she can still be dangerous."
"Are you going to be alright here in the car, mom?" Izuku asked.
"Oh yes, I'll be fine. I'll keep the lights off and my head down. I've got the timer set on my watch, like you asked, Yuki."
Yuki looked at the woman with thanks in her eyes, "Good, remember what we discussed,"
"Yes," Inko replied immediately, "If you're both gone for longer than twenty minutes, drive as far as I can. But I know that it won't come to that. I believe in both of you." She then unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to give her son a proper hug. "Good luck, Izuku, I always knew you'd do amazing things."
"Thanks, mom," he said, returning the hug. He then took a deep breath, "Okay, Yuki, I'm ready."
Meanwhile, the Midoriya's apartment was not as vacant as they had left it. The lifeless body of Barbershop still remained in their bathtub, a detail Inko and Izuku had stored away in the depths of their minds, knowing that it would eventually need to be addressed - but that was a problem for another day. It would require a significant amount of effort, but hopefully, once everything was resolved with Yuki, they would be in a better state of mind to confront that 'particular problem'.
However, there was always the chance that someone else would handle it.
High Street had never been to this part of the city before, and he had not been given a name corresponding to this area in weeks. The last time he had assigned Diner to a location nearby was when his quirk requested the death of Shota Aizawa - a target that had never resurfaced after that day. This was very strange, as typically a name would reappear until they were dead, but not in this case. A mystery for another day.
Right now, he was following the tracker he had placed on Barbershop. The man had not responded to any calls, and during High Street's previous visit to The Market, he had found it empty of people. Museum was at her sister's apartment, Diner was (presumably, based on the tracker's movement) training in her safehouse, but Barbershop appeared to be motionless somewhere near Aldera.
The pieces began to come together when he finally discovered the agent, lifeless and slumped over in a bathtub, with a solitary drop of water incessantly falling on him.
"Well, that's quite unfortunate," the larger man remarked, tilting his head to the side. He proceeded to place a hand on the deceased man's shoulder, lifting him forward so that his head slumped against his knees. There, clearly visible on the neck, was the unmistakable evidence of a cutlery-based homicide. "Oh dear, dear, dear, what were you thinking, Diner?" he tutted.
High street cracked the knuckles on his left hand and wiggled his fingers. "The doctor said it could take weeks, and I don't even know if it works on the dead… But what's the harm in trying, eh Barbershop?"
Leaning forward, he pressed his palm against Barbershop's forehead. A sensation of pressure built up in his hand, and he felt an urge to pull away, but he resisted. After a few minutes, the sensation subsided. His hand trembled, but he managed to clench it into a fist until he regained composure.
With purpose and a goal in mind, High Street placed his hands on the edge of the bath, and watched in fascination as the body of Barbershop bubbled, contracted into itself, and eventually, vanished.
"Sterilisation…" High Street said with a smirk. "That is going to come in useful."
Inside the base, it was as empty as Yuki had predicted. The dim light made the crumbling corridors feel even more desolate than usual. Izuku had to put his inquisitive nature aside for now, but he couldn't help but have a million questions racing through his mind. The biggest one being - how on earth was this place kept a secret? The spiral staircase they descended was tall, but the compound itself was much larger than Izuku had anticipated. It seemed to stretch under a good portion of the city. But if the base really was that size - how the hell was this base run by only four people?
"Barbershop's room is around this corner." Yuki's voice broke Izuku out of his thoughts. As discussed, the two of them had stuck close to the shadows and moved slowly. Luckily, neither Museum or High Street were anywhere to be found. Izuku simply nodded. The secretive nature of their entry had him reluctant to speak out loud until he got in front of a computer.
In time, the two of them stood in front of the door to the office, a seemingly ordinary looking entrance but one that came with a slight hitch.
"It's locked." Yuki said after trying the door handle, disappointment evident in her voice.
"Is there no other way inside?"
She shook her head. "I was afraid this would happen. Normally, I could pick the lock, but Barbershop was not a rational man. Who knows if he boobytrapped it..." Yuki knelt down and tried to peer through the keyhole. "There's something blocking it."
Izuku bit his lip, contemplating whether or not to voice his idea.
"If there's an explosive on the other side of the door, I might be able to salvage enough-"
"I can break down the wall!" Izuku suddenly blurted out, unable to contain himself. "If the boobytrap is connected to the door, then we just won't use the door. I can break through a wall instead."
His assassin companion looked taken aback for a split second, before her expression relaxed. "The walls are steel lined, are you sure you can do it?"
"Well, not like, one hundred percent sure, or anything, but I did manage to put dents in a car, that was a few weeks ago though and I've gotten a lot better with my quirk since then, so if I can manifest something strong enough to cut through steel I could… Y-yes, yes. I can do it."
Izuku steeled himself for the task ahead. "I can do it." he repeated, more confident than before. Taking a step back, he focused on the wall next to the door and began to concentrate. Fists clenched together, he felt the familiar sensation of his quirk surging through his arms.
Yuki watched with interest, positioning herself to the side, ready to react if needed. Izuku had been training hard with her, but this could be the biggest test he had faced so far.
Gradually, taking the transformation slowly in order to not exhaust himself, both of Izuku's arms formed into the shapes of large drills. They began to spin, faster and faster, loudly whirring at rapid speeds. It took all his strength to keep upright, but Izuku knew he could handle it. Pushing the drills against it, the steel wall groaned under the pressure, and cracks began to spread from the point of contact.
"Keep going, Izuku," Yuki quietly encouraged, knowing her words might not reach him over the noise, but hoping the sentiment would still get through.
Izuku pushed harder, sweat forming on his forehead as he strained against the steel. With one final burst of energy, he smashed through the wall, leaving behind a jagged hole. The impact sent a shockwave through the room, and debris scattered across the floor.
Panting heavily, Izuku fell to his knees as the transformation faded away. "That... took a lot out of me," he admitted, his breath ragged.
After a moment, Yuki knelt down to his level and placed her hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. "That was... well done," she said sincerely. "Are you able to stand?"
Regaining his breath, Izuku nodded a few times. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."
He would have loved a few more seconds to catch his breath, but the loud crashing sound from the entrance shattered any hopes of rest.
"Someone's here, we need to hurry," Yuki said, her eyes fixed on the source of the noise. Izuku wasted no time and rushed into the office, making a beeline for the array of computer screens at the back of the room. Yuki stayed back, ready to defend their newly created entrance.
Izuku was no stranger to security systems, thanks to Mei's influence, but this was unlike anything he had ever encountered. His fingers moved at lightning speed as he tried every hacking technique he had ever heard of. Normally, breaking into a computer would take hours, not 30 seconds like in the movies!
"We don't have much time, Izuku." Yuki whispered out, periodically checking around the corner for their uninvited guests.
Izuku's breath began to quicken, he was sweating, and it felt like there was a weight in his legs… He clenched his eyes tight and said to himself, "No. I'm in control here. I can handle this. I'm in control of myself, I'm in control of my quirk." Suddenly, his eyes opened and he frowned. "I'm in control of my quirk… My quirk! That's it!"
It was a risky gambit, but he had to at least try. If he can get into this system, he could get every agent in the city to stand down. Maybe even scrub any trace of the assassin Diner. It was worth the risk.
He turned his finger into a USB drive.
"This is where the cameras pointed us," Power Loader exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the tablet in his hand. "Everyone, take a look around and see if anything jumps out at you."
The UA Heroes (currently consisting of Power Loader, Snipe, Present Mic and Midnight) began to put their training to use and got to work searching for clues. Present Mic really tried to get into the spirit of detection by peering through a big magnifying glass he brought with him. It complemented the deerstalker hat precariously perched on his hair.
"A clue!" he said, pointing into a corner.
Midnight gave him an encouraging pat on the arm. "Mic, darling, that's a cat."
"It could be a witness, you never know!"
"Aw consarn it, fellas!" Snipe said in frustration, tossing his hat to the floor. "There ain't nothin' here! Nothin' 'cept for these dang coffee cups layin' around." In a fit of exasperation, he kicked over a cup, sending rainwater flying. Amidst the mess, Power Loader noticed something peculiar.
He knelt down and squinted at a puddle. "Hold on... There's a gap at the bottom of this wall!" His companions gathered around, and sure enough, the water was seeping into the brickwork. A hidden door!
"Incredible work, Snipe! Detective work like that really gets my heart pumping." Midnight expressed, throwing the back of her hand against her forehead in a mock swoon.
"Aw shucks, t'weren't nothin' Miss Midnight." He replied most modestly.
Power Loader frowned, "I mean, I was the one who-"
"SO HOW WE GETTIN' IN?!" Present Mic interrupted, far too loudly.
Tentatively, as though the entire thing might explode in his face, Power Loader put an ear up against the wall and began to rhythmically tap his knuckles against the brickwork. Midnight watched with her hands on her mouth and chin, "Power Loader dear, are you a safecracker?!"
The support hero put on a look of utter concentration and very deliberately moved his hand to another part of the wall, and tapped again. "...Evidently not." he said, with a defeated sigh.
"Well pard, ya gave it a good ol' try. But I reckon it might be our pal Michael's turn to give it a whirl." Suggested Snipe. The other heroes took a few steps back and let their loud friend take the stage.
Present Mic began to massage his throat in preparation. He then licked a finger and held it up to the air. "I'm thinking… B major. OH YEAHHHHHH!"
The wall in front of them suddenly exploded into pieces from the sheer power of Mic's voice, brickwork went flying and dust swirled around like a sandstorm. But when everything settled, they could plainly see a spiral staircase leading to who knows where.
"Great work. Snipe, you take point. Whoever's down there, we're ready for them. Let's go rescue some Midoriyas." Power Loader instructed.
In the rush of adrenaline, Snipe, Mic, and Midnight charged into the building, ready to confront whatever danger lay ahead. But just as Power Loader was about to follow, a hand gently gripped his arm. Expecting another adversary, he turned swiftly, only to be met by the tired, tearful eyes of Inko Midoriya.
"Oh my god, Inko! Thank god, thank god…" Higari enveloped her in a tight hug, as if he never intended to let her go. "I was… I was so worried…"
"I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm okay, Higari," she reassured him, her eyes welling up with emotion. Reluctantly, she broke away from his embrace, needing to explain the situation urgently. "The woman who took us, it's not what you think. You've got to call your friends back, please. She's not dangerous, she's not."
"What do you mean?" Higari asked, confused. "She kidnapped you, Inko. We found a body at your apartment. We thought… I thought you were…"
Inko's gaze pleaded with him. "She's a good kid, Higari. Please, don't hurt her."
Searching her eyes, he saw the sincerity and fear behind her words. "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen."
He turned to continue down the staircase, a determined expression on his face. But then, driven by a sudden surge of emotion, he stopped himself, pivoted back, and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that conveyed all the relief and love he felt.
Inside Barbershop's cluttered office, the screens presented a chaotic jumble of blue and green lights, indecipherable text, and distorted images flickering amidst the static. Izuku strained his eyes, determined to bring order to the chaos, as he gradually reorganised the pandemonium into coherent information.
"I think… I think it's working." Izuku said breathlessly.
Despite his exhaustion, he persisted, and the screens gradually stabilised, transforming the once-incomprehensible visuals and text into a legible format. "I'll try to... find a way to... contact the agents..."
"Izuku, this is too much for you, please-" Yuki began to voice her concerns, but he interrupted her with a determined tone.
"No! Hng- I can, I can do this…" He clenched his eyes shut once more, and the images on the screens shifted. This time, they displayed a list of headshots and corresponding names. High Street stood at the top, followed by Museum, Barbershop, and Diner.
Yuki moved closer, her eyes fixed on the screen as it scrolled slowly.
"Bank, deceased. Garage, deceased. Bakery, deceased. Blacksmith, Hospital, Observatory, Tailor, Theater… They're… They're all dead."
"I found the varmint!" A voice called out from behind her, but she didn't try to escape. Or even move. As Snipe pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed them, her attention was fixated on the name and image at the very bottom of the list.
High Street - Deceased. Next to an image that made her brain ache. He was something to her. He meant something to her. But what?! Yuki clenched her eyes tight as she fell to her knees.
Midnight entered the room closely behind, her eyes widening in shock as she spotted Izuku, pale as a ghost and leaning against the computer tower. "Oh my god," she exclaimed, rushing to his side. "He needs a doctor, now!" She shouted over her shoulder.
Izuku's eyes blinked rapidly, and his USB finger slipped out of the socket, causing the computers to power down. "We have to get him out of here, now!"
With a sense of urgency, Midnight picked up Izuku and prepared to make a run for the exit. However, someone unexpected stood in her path.
"Don't worry, Midnight. I shall get young Midoriya to the hospital, for I am here!" The number one hero declared. He cradled the boy in his arms, swiftly moving towards the exit. "His mother is waiting outside; please keep her abreast of the situation!"
The entire situation was so intense that Midnight couldn't even muster a joke about the word "abreast." She nodded in agreement and watched as All Might disappeared in a flash, taking Izuku with him
Izuku Midoriya awoke in a white void.
