Chapter 1

Disclaimer: My Hero Academia is the property of Kohei Horikoshi and various production companies.

Key:

Normal Speech: "Sup my dude."

Screaming: "WHERE THE HELL DID IT GO!"

All Might: "Midoriya my boy!"

Thoughts: 'This was a horrible decision.'

"Tag!" The sound of little feet scampering away could be heard while another voice huffed.

"That's not fair, you had had your eyes open," the child pointed.

"Nuh uh." The girl placed her hands on her hips and pouted her cheeks. "You just smell to bad to miss."

The boy yelled back, and the girl retorted. Their voices were just two in the many dozens on the playground while recess was in session. Some had their little arguments, others laughed cheerfully, and a little further away was the group of students that always used their quirks during soccer even when the teacher was watching. Yes, this was a normal day at school.

Izuku Midoriya lay in the grass, watching the clouds roll by with the breeze. His outstretched hands grasped onto the grass beneath him. One might think he was enjoying a nap on a nice day, but he'd gotten anything but rest.

Izuku's once good friend, Katsuki Bakugou, had recently awakened his quirk, and the new found power went straight to his ego. Izuku's new normal, or more accurately described as his new life, had become a series of bad events. One session of bullying after the other, and while his teachers pitied him, they didn't do much else.

Izuku pulled one of his arms down to tug at the stretched out collar of his shirt. If there was anything to say about his former friend, it was that he discovered yet another talent of his. Hurting people.

Izuku sighed as he sat up, shaking the grass out of his already green hair. 'Recess will be over soon,' he thought to himself. 'At least I'm safe in class.'

Katsuki had left Izuku in the field when he stopped reacting to the explosions, saying that it was no longer 'fun' to torment him. At the moment, he and his band of little thugs were roaming the sandbox showing off their power. Izuku noted their location and angled his walk away, towards a large tree by the swings.

'I'll just wait in the shade, he may have burned my books but I can still write in my notepad.' Izuku was already getting the hop back in his step, resilient as always. He made a promise to himself the day he learned he had no quirk. 'That's gonna be my one and only set back,' he raised his chin and walked with pride. 'Nothing else can get in my way but me.'

Before he reached the tree, Izuku heard an explosion go off behind him. He cringed, expecting a smirking Kaa-chan to be standing there, gang in-tow for another round of pick-on-Izuku. He was shocked to find however, that there was no Kaa-chan behind him. In fact, no one was. It didn't look like anyone else had even heard the explosion, as all activities were going on as per usual.

Izuku was prepared to write it off as a mistake, or some distant, unrelated event, but then it happened again. Closer. Izuku had heard it go off ahead of him. This time he felt the ground shake his knees, yet everyone around him hadn't so much as flinched.

"What?" he said aloud, unable to reconcile the thunderous boom with the stark nothingness.

Izuku raised his arms and began to feel around. Shaking his arms in the air like a goof. It attracted the eyes of a few classmates who whispered amongst themselves.

"It's the quirkless kid," one pointed. "What's he doing?"

"I don't care," replied her friend. "That Bakugou guy has my ribbons, help me get them back."

Izuku ignored the conversation, still feeling around for something, anything, that would confirm what he heard.

Once more, a boom exploded from seemingly nowhere. This time, directly in front of Izuku. It was so close, Izuku felt his nose wiggle. He screamed in surprise. This time a teacher was nearby.

"Midoriya-kun," a teacher called from in front of the jungle gym "What's going on?"

Izuku didn't respond, but merely put his hand out. There was nothing in front of him, looking directly ahead he could see another student just a meter away looking at him like he was crazy. But then Izuku felt it. His hand was touching something. In the heat of the autumn sun, he felt his hand rest on something hard, cool, and invisible.

Izuku snapped his head towards the teacher and yelled, "There's something here-"

But the words died on his lips. Izuku didn't see his teacher. He didn't hear the play on his classmates, nor did he feel the warmth of the sun. He didn't even feel the breeze on the back of his neck. He was surrounded in total darkness, and all he could feel was the warmth leaving his exposed arms and legs.

"H-hello," he quietly shouted. His words didn't even echo. He looked down, and saw nothing, he reached out and felt nothing. Izuku was in a void of nothing. It was an emptiness so dauntingly large that his heart began to beat a little harder. But in the distance he saw a flash of light. It was hardly a moment, but it was there, and he screamed. In the moment of visibility, he saw a figure reaching out to him. Its finger tips were close enough to scratch his hair.

Izuku ran, away from the figure, towards the source of the light. "Help!" he cried, not breaking his pace to wipe his weeping eyes. "Anyone, please!?"

Another flash of light, and Izuku saw that it was much closer. It didn't disappear like it had before. Izuku turned and saw that the figure hadn't left its spot. He continued running, looking back at the flash of light.

"Please," he sobbed, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered, but constant stream of light flared and Izuku gasped. He ran faster, hopeful that it was some sort of sign that someone had heard him. He neared the spot, at least he thought he did. As he got closer, the light died, and in this darkness he was sure of nothing, but he stopped running nonetheless.

He waited, his breath held so that he could hear the slightest motion. He small body tensed, and he lowered himself to the ground, ready to run away at a moments notice. It was a short wait, as a blinding light illuminated the area. It's brilliance was so intense that Izuku couldn't see. He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to it. The light was no longer a flash, but a constant stream, he could finally see again.

It was the most awful thing he'd ever wished for.

Izuku couldn't put his horror into words, because as intelligent a young boy as he was, no 8 year old had the vocabulary to describe this monster. It was large, at least the size of a train car but humanoid in shape, if not a little deformed. A long thick tail sprouted from the base of its spine. It was mostly orange, but past it's wrists and ankles was an angry red, just like it's eyes. It's eyes were the worst part though, a shined over black, like a spider. But they were even worse, but they were malicious. A large maw of deformed, jagged teeth hung open as it towered over the boy.

It took a single step forward and Izuku feel on his back, the shaking of whatever platform he stood on had all but broken his knees. The explosions he'd heard earlier was just this monster romping around. It opened its jaws to let out an ear splitting roar. Izuku clutched at his ears but the sound still overwhelmed him.

He screamed back in pain and the monster took another step forward.

'What is this, where am I, why is this happening,' Izuku begged to no one in particular. There was no one around. It was just him and a monster. If he retreated to the shadows, he couldn't see anything, and then he would just beat the mercy of whatever had reached out to him there. Izuku felt trapped and being surrounded by this infinite void wasn't helping.

"Move boy!" Izuku's breathe caught in his throat, something had zoomed over his shoulder and towards the monster. He refused to open his eyes but he could hear the creature was screaming in pain.

"You must leave," the voice called out again. Izuku opened his eyes and looked around. The darkness was still infinite, and he had no idea who was speaking.

"But there's something in the dark," he cried.

"This place is a way of passage," the voice called back in hurry, "Nothing stays for long, now run!"

Izuku didn't move however. He looked back and saw that a spear was buried in the shoulder of the beast. It was using its teeth to ripped it back out. "Please help me," Izuku cried. "I don't know where I am, I just want to go home!"

The monster roared before him, finally succeeding in pulling the offending object out of its shoulder. "You must run boy," The voice sounded closer, and Izuku began to reach out.

"Please help!" The tears in his eyes flowed freely. Fear gripped his heart, his chest felt empty, he could not move. Suddenly he felt a had on his wrist. He jumped, but then the voice called out again.

"Stay behind me," the voice which had been dull and muted had become sharp and feminine. "Hide in the dark, and do not come out until I call to you!"

A woman emerged from the darkness, clad in green full body armor that connected over a red bodysuit, with black hair that swayed just past her shoulders. The she raced towards the beast, stretching her arm to her side. Izuku began to worry that she was marching to her death, but instead something incredible happened. The space around her arm began to bend. It warped and flickered, pulling towards and away from her body as a another flash of light began to emit from her. Dust began to materialize from nowhere, seemingly consolidating from the blackness.

In moved to her hand, taking shape and form. It formed...a stick. Admittedly a thick branch, but Izuku didn't feel any measure of confidence that the monster would feel it when it was consuming them both. Yet still, the woman sprinted forward, the dust gone and the warp of space with it, leaving her with just the stick to face a goliath.

Izuku wanted to close his eyes as the monster lifted its gnarled claws, surely about to cleave the girl in two. Without a moment's hesitation she swung her left arm at the hand, still holding her stick. Izuku couldn't seem to look away, and for that he is fortunate. Otherwise he would have missed something truly spectacular. In the fraction of a second that the beast's talons would have ripped through her shoulder, a bright yellow flame licked out from the unassuming stick she had summoned. It left a quickly as it had come, but it had totally severed the arm of the beast.

A scream of agony escaped its jaws, uselessly clutching at its new stump.

"A yellow flame huh," the woman sounded disappointed. "And I almost thought you were dangerous."

Pommel in hand, she stalked toward the beast. It seemed to have some form of intelligence, or sense of self preservation, because it jumped away. Like a roach after the lights are turned on, the great monster scurried towards the dark, and the woman did not chase it. She stopped before turning around, and from the dark Izuku saw a dazzling copper ring surrounding her irises.

"Boy, are you still there?" She may have been asking, but Izuku saw that she was staring right at him.

"Uh huh," he mustered, still feeling his heart beat against his ribs.

"How did you come to this place then?" She released the stick to drop to the floor, but it was a cloud of dust the moment her fingertips released it.

"I don't know," Izuku flinch under her glare.

"There are 3 sanctums on this plane," she approached him, and the light she emitted began to dim to a glow, "And mine is the only one that holds a key to this place. I came because I felt a human essence open a gate here. You cannot open such a thing without the proper tools, so I ask again, how did you come here?"

Izuku almost wanted to run back into the dark, which was almost preferable to the intensity of her glare. "I heard a boom, and then I felt something in my way." Izuku recalled the moments as best he could, "Then I don't know. I didn't feel like a moved, everything just changed around me. I was at school and then I wasn't."

The armored woman seemed dissatisfied with that answer. "And is there anything else you aren't saying?"

"Nuh uh," Izuku fervently shook his head under her gaze. "I promise."

She brought her hand up to her face, cupping her right side with a plated armor hand. "This is troubling, to think that this place was so easily found, and by someone that had no intention no less." She began walking away, and with her went the light that was illuminating this barren world.

Izuku hurriedly followed her, "Um, ma'am?"

"I felt no difference in difficulty when I entered this place, perhaps it is simply the child."

"Excuse me, armor lady?"

"But then why do I feel nothing from him. He has absolutely no dormant connection that I can feel, and it should have been totally impossible for him to reach this place even with one."

Izuku seeing that she was deep in her own mind began to tap his knuckles on her armor, which brought her eyes down to his own fearful expression.

"I don't know how to get home from here."

"What," she was stunned, "Go the way you came."

"But I don't know how I got here?" Izuku turned and twisted, "I ran because I saw someone else and then I found a monster and then-"

"Someone else?" Izuku looked up to see her sharply observing the darkness. "Who."

"I don't know, I can't see in the dark." Izuku looked down rather embarrassed. "Could I please go home?"

"Each inch of this place connects to another area in the infinite multiverse." Izuku gawked at her words. "Furthermore, they connect to different moments in the time's of those universes."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Izuku was already deeply afraid of her answer.

"It means that you could search for a hundred years and you might only find one space that will bring you back to your universe, and it still might not be at the place you left it," she shook her head, "Or even the same century."

"So what do I do?" Izuku cried to the woman, already spraying tears.

"The first thing you should do is stop crying. Aside from rusting my armor, you'll dehydrate yourself and die faster."

The stream of tears only intensified. "Die faster!"

"I suppose it doesn't matter, there nothing to eat here so it's likely that you'll die no matter what. And what with you being so small those things might just come back to eat you later."

"That's awful," Izuku began to shake uncontrollably. His chances of getting home were slim to none and that was if he could survive. What would his mom think? What would Katsuki do? This is awful and… was she laughing?

"By the infinite gods you're gullible aren't you." She held a single hand in front of her mouth to hide a smile.

"None of that was funny!" Izuku screamed.

"Perhaps not to you." She made a following motion with her palm, "Give me your arm."

Izuku was hesitant to do so. He wasn't sure how much he trusted her after what she just said. She saw this and decided to give him a warm smile.

"This won't hurt, and I promise it will help me get you back home sooner." Izuku was still wary, but he tenderly stuck out his arm.

She placed one palm above his own, and another under his forearm. Slowly, Izuku felt the bones of his hand begin to rattle. He tearfully looked at the woman, but she laughed.

"It's nothing to be afraid of, I'm just trying to find your frequency."

"My frequency?" Izuku hand taken a moment to realize that while jarring, the vibrations did not hurt. In fact, they almost tickled. "Like a radio?"

"I'm not sure what that is, but on my world we had televisions."

"We have those too!" Izuku excitedly replied.

"Well we're doing something like flipping channels. I'll find which one is one the same frequency as you, and then we can take you home."

"Okay." Izuku relaxed a little, and noticed an oddity about her appearance.

"Your eyes aren't gold anymore, there purple." He marveled at the unprecedented change, and she laughed at his little shock.

"Yes, this is their natural color," she slowly moved her hand to hover closer to his elbow, "But using certain magics can change them for a time."

"Magic?" Izuku looked at her inquisitively. "Is that your quirk's name?"

"Quirk?" The woman let her mind wander, "I'm not familiar with the concept."

"WHA!" Izuku didn't fall on his face purely because she held a tight grip on his shoulder, "How can you not know what a quirk is?"

"I suppose my world just has a couple differences from yours." Sensing how how long this process could take, she decided to probe him for information. "Why don't you tell me what a quirk is."

Izuku beamed at the woman, "It's this awesome super power that's in your DNA, and when it's activated you can do cool stuff like lift mountains and stop bad guys!"

"Oh, that sounds like a mutation." The woman lightly smiled, "I've seen a few worlds where mutations are the common means of power, but I've never heard of one where they are called quirks."

"That's too bad," Izuku sighed, "Quirks are awesome."

"Well why don't you tell me about yours?" The woman saw all too quickly how Izuku deflated.

"The doctor said I don't have one," the boy sniffled, just a bit. "He said that it's rare but it can happen. When I grow up I'm not gonna have all cool powers."

"Hey now, it's okay." She freed one hand to ruffle his hair, "I come from a world where lots of people have powers too. And I was born without any."

"Really?" Izuku wondered how that could be seeing as what she did to that monster was downright incredible.

"Really," the gestured to behind her, "What you just saw me do was all stuff I had to learn."

"No way," Izuku marveled at the woman before him. "I wanna learn too, then I can be a hero like All Might and save people!"

The woman's eyes saddened at that, "I'm sure you could, but it's not my place to find apprentices or teach them."

"Well what can I do?" The boy was still in an excited state from the thought of a learned power. "How can I start."

Before he could received an answer, he heard a sound. But it wasn't like the booming he'd heard on the playground, or the roaring of the monster from before. It was like a...flap. Almost like a flag in the breeze. Izuku hard it again, underneath him, and above him, and behind him, and all around. He was surrounded by the noise.

"Looks like I found it," the woman removed her hands and started to walk backwards. Izuku tired to follow but only managed to run into a wall. Panicked, he started to breathe faster, twisting and turning in another invisible box, but then she lower to his level.

"Don't be afraid, Izuku," her voiced soothed him just a bit, "This will take you home, safe and sound."

No longer frightened, Izuku looked up to her eyes as she rose to full height and walked away. "But you didn't say how I can get strong like you!"

"It's simple," she cupped her hands together, and as she pulled them apart, dust began to pour out, drifting towards Izuku on a nonexistent breeze. "When you see someone that needs help, protect them, and on the day that it truly matters, I will come to you." The ashen gray sands swirled around Izuku, consolidating at his wrist to find a new form. Green cloth bands with silver trim, tied around his little wrist.

Looking away from his new accessory, Izuku found that the woman was gone, before he'd even gotten a name. The flapping noises had ceased, and Izuku felt his body float away, comforted only by the warmth of the sun. He was back on the playground. Everything as he'd left it, but he could feel the band on his wrist before he'd looked. Felt its weight on his being before he set his eyes on it. It was all the proof he needed to know that what he'd seen was real.

The alarm went off, automatically tuning into Izuku's favorite station, 24/7 updates on hero activities and teams. Izuku decided to lie down for a few more minutes, and let the dream completely leave his mind.

Turning over, he stepped out of bed. He always felt so strange after that dream. It wasn't like coming out of any other dream. Everything from the air on his skin to the light in his eyes felt surreal after he woke up.

"Izuku," Inko called from behind the door. "Are you awake yet?"

"Yeah mom," Izuku rubbed the dust out of his eyes. "I'm getting ready for school."

"Well I just got the mail and you have a letter," Izuku raised his brow, "I just slip it under the door, but you have a package on the table too."

"Alright, thanks Mom." Izuku pushed himself off of the bed.

'Who would be sending me mail?' He reached down to pick up the crisp letter, and flipped it over. 'What? There's no name, or mailing address. How does Mom know it's even for me, or that it was even supposed to be for this house?'

Izuku was prepared to toss the letter away but found that it was stuck to his hand. Thinking it was just an uncommonly strong static attraction, but after shaking his arm the letter stuck. Izuku brought his other hand up to pull it away but the letter wouldn't budge. The paper didn't even crinkle.

"What even is this?" Izuku was about to step on the paper and push off the ground when the paper just released. It float away from Izuku before freezing in its descent.

The letter began to open, and from it float a piece of paper. No bigger than a post-it note. Izuku stumbled backward onto his bed, watching it float there, seemingly indifferent to gravity.

A splotch of black ink began to bleed out of the paper, organizing itself into three words across the paper. 'See you soon.'

Izuku swallowed. A speck of dust irritated his eye. Rubbing it off of his face he blinked at the absence of the paper and letter casing. In the instant that he closed his eyes they had both disappeared.

Izuku rushed to his feet, pushing open his door and dashing past his mother to get to the kitchen.

"Izuku slow down!" She hopped behind him, but Izuku was still moving.

'It's probably someone with a teleportation quirk just messing with me.' Izuku rounded the corner and saw a small brown package sitting on the table. 'Maybe someone who could read my dreams and wants to make a joke.'

He tapped on the box and it came apart at the seams. Izuku held his breath and what it was holding. Inko came up behind him to glance at the small piece that her son was seemingly beholden to.

"What is this Izuku?" Inko was just a little worried for her son, as he hadn't taken his eyes off of it.

"It's a gift," Izuku gently picked it up, turning it in his hands. Everything about it, from the smallest grove to the weight, was just like how he'd dreamed. "My friend sent it it."

"Your friend sent you a bracelet?" Izuku laughed lightly as he slipped it over his wrist, a perfect fit.

"She made it herself." Izuku walked back to his room, gathering his things for school. "It's been so long it almost feels like a dream."

'But it wasn't,' Izuku thought to himself. 'It was real, all of it. Everything she said was real. Magic and other worlds. It wasn't a dream.'

Izuku felt a giddy warmth spread through his chest. It was like he was floating on his happiness.

"I'm going to be a hero," he sung to himself, getting into his school uniform. "I'm going to be a real hero!"

"Izuku, why are you yelling?" Inko's concerned voice floated through his open door.

"I don't know," Izuku called back, smile still on his face.

All right, that's the end of it. I mean for now anyway. If this gets enough followers or enough reviews I'll continue it but I make no promises. I'm already pretty happy with my first story.