Hello everyone, it's ColdLuigi, crossposting another one of my fics from Archive Of Our Own! This time, it's Crossing The Veil, an IzuNana story with stupid amounts of sass.

I'm going to post the first two chapters today to get things started, then probably update it with another chapter every other day until it's caught up with where this fic is on AO3.

Just a few clarifications for the world of this story: UA is a university, Izuku's in second year, Nana's been dead about thirty years, and the plot of MHA happened, but it's over now and things are going back to normal.

Enjoy!

Nana didn't know where she was.

Memories drifted past her, most of them not her own.

Fragments of lives floated in nothingness, and she didn't think she had a body.

She was a thousand drifting particles, pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

She blinked, and the dust that was her clumped a little closer together.

She floated there for an eternity, or maybe only a moment, she had no way of knowing.

A familiar warmth flowed through her.

She knew it; it was One For All, the quirk she'd given...someone…

Her life was a little hazy at the moment.

Had she had a life, or had she always been here?

What was this, was she even real?

But she could look down, and see something that looked like her body, in dust and light and thought.

She focused a little harder, and watched as her hands started to form, like clumps of wet sand being formed by a child sculptor.

She brought her hand up to her face, and she felt warm skin there, shifting as she became more real .

She was distracted by a familiar fragment of memory; was it hers?

A white-haired man in a suit floated over her, laughing in fire as she died.

She knew who that was…

Did she?

Someone was calling her name. She couldn't answer, her mouth wasn't formed yet.

She screwed her eyes shut and made one.

She looked down and saw her skin, perfect and flawless.

She didn't think it had been like that in her life.

And she knew she had to have had a life, because she'd died.

Something isn't real unless it can end.

She thought she'd said that to someone, once. Who knows?

"Now is not the time to get philosophical, Nana!" she thought.

Now, she had a body, and a mind, and the familiar warmth of One For All all around her.

It was time to get out of this place.

She willed herself to leave; something shifted, but there was a bolt on the door, so to speak.

She knocked.

"Whaaa?" came a voice. It wasn't one she recognized.

"Uh, hi, this is...Nana, I think my name is? I'm a little stuck here, do you mind letting me out?" she asked. She wasn't sure how she asked, since her mouth didn't move, but she knew the other person had heard her.

"Uhhhhhhhh…." that other person replied, "are you a dream?"

Nana huffed. "If this is a dream, it's pretty boring, kid," she retorted, "you're not even having sex with anyone! Why wouldn't you do that if you were dreaming?"

"Huh…Can I let you out?" the wordless voice asked.

Nana decided that this was someone's subconscious, based on the endless roll of half-formed images flashing past. To her happiness, some actually were sex images, although others were of things she didn't know, or of people she didn't recognize.

"They're asleep," she realized, "but I'm not. Why?"

With that, she pushed again, and the person she was apparently...trapped inside of... pulled.

Nana felt like she was being squeezed through a tube for a second, then popped out of nowhere.

She wanted to laugh in happiness. Freedom!

Then, she realized she was floating a few feet above the ground.

As soon as she did, she was falling, letting out a panicked shout that got cut off as she got winded by the landing.

Nana heard the creaking of springs, and felt the softness of the ground.

She'd landed on a mattress, she decided.

With the instincts of a seasoned pro hero (which she'd been, once...she thought,) Nana did a mental tally of her body parts.

All her fingers and toes, check.

No clothes, and a body she was justly proud of, check.

No...no scars? And a whole lot fewer stretch marks than she thought she remembered, too…

"Am I a teenager again? Fuck," Nana thought.

She'd hated being a teenager, she was pretty sure.

But while she thought about that, she realized she wasn't alone in the bed.

She was lying on the chest of a-

"Dang, he's pretty hot!" Nana's teenage brain said.

Certainly, this guy, just about her age, was easy on the eyes. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with well-defined muscles and a freckles face that somehow managed to be both cute and hot at the same time.

"If I had to land naked in a guy's bed," Nana decided, "I'd pick this one."

Nana tried to reach up and touch him, and she realized how tired she was.

Apparently, resurrecting yourself from the dead could be pretty exhausting.

Nana had just enough energy to get under the covers, instinctively snuggling into the embrace of the cute guy she was pretty sure she'd just emerged from the brain of.

She felt her breasts pressing into his pectoral muscles, and she ignored the dull thrum between her legs.

"This is gonna be awkward tomorrow morning, isn't it?" Nana thought.

She didn't care; all she wanted to do was sleep, in this boy's arms.

She liked how warm he was, how safe she felt pressed against him.

Then she closed her eyes, unaware of how her heartbeat synchronized with the thumping of the boy's.

The boy, whose name was Izuku Midoriya.

Izuku was used to a lot of weird stuff, going to UA for as long as he had.

But this? This was new.

As he slowly woke up, enjoying a lazy Saturday morning when he could sleep in, he started to wonder why there seemed to be a weight on him.

And there was something tickling his chin. What was going on?

Still sleepy, he looked down to find a gorgeous girl he'd never seen before nuzzling into his bare chest.

And she was naked, that seemed like a pretty important detail to mention.

Izuku screamed, but no sound came out.

"What the hell? Who are you? Why are you in my bed?" he yelled, but for some reason, his mouth didn't move.

The girl woke up, groaning. "Jeez, you don't have to be so loud, I can hear you. Oh, yeah, this is kinda awkward, isn't it?" the girl said, slowly opening her eyes as she balanced herself on her hands, rising off Izuku's chest.

This had the (un)fortunate side effect of making her breasts swing gently as they lifted off his body, making Izuku freak out all over again and cover his eyes.

"Wait, why can I hear you when you're not saying anything?" he asked, trying to focus on a smaller problem to avoid the boobs that were basically being shoved in his face.

He could picture the girl's cute frown as she said, "Yeah, that is kinda weird. I like it, though. Oh, yeah, you probably don't remember last night, do you?"

Izuku's eyes went wide. He stammered, "W-What? L...last night? What happened?"

The black-haired girl tilted her head, and replied, "Well, I popped out of your head thanks to One For All bringing me back to life, duh. At least...I think that's what happened, I don't have enough of my memories to be sure."

"Wait," Izuku said, "you were...in my head?"

She nodded. "Well, I think it was more that I was in One For All, and you reached a level of ability with it that...let it recreate me, I guess? I know I had a vague awareness of trying to rebuild myself or something. Maybe that's why we can talk in our heads? As far as I know, I used to have One For All. My name's Nana, by the way."

Oh fuck, Izuku knew who that was.

He jarred them both by speaking out loud, and even he didn't know what had happened. "Wait, Nana Shimura? I know who you are!" he exclaimed.

Nana replied out loud as well, with a hoarse voice that sounded like it had never been used. "You...you do?" she croaked, still lying on top of him.

Izuku nodded. "Yeah, you were the seventh user of One For All," he recalled, "my mentor's mentor. I'm Izuku Midoriya, I'm the ninth holder."

She smiled. "Well, then," Nana said, "it's nice to meet you, Izuku. I...think I remember a kid named Toshinori, a skinny little thing I passed One For All on to. He do okay?"

Izuku smiled; he knew a little of All Might's mentor, and he wanted to show the man who'd helped him so much this stroke of good luck.

His smile faded as he imagined trying to explain that a teenaged version of the woman All Might admired so much had suddenly appeared in his bed overnight. Naked.

Nana chuckled. "Yeah, that's not going to be a fun conversation, is it?" she said.

Izuku's eyes went wide. "You...you can read my mind?" he asked.

Nana shrugged. "Kinda? It's weird," she said, "I can tell what emotions you're feeling, and if you have strong thoughts, they sort of bleed over. I have to go looking if I want more, though. And you can do the same. Here, look."

Her nose screwed up as she focused, and Izuku hoped he wasn't broadcasting how cute it was.

Nana's grin suggested he was.

Breathing deeply, Izuku focused, and reached across the bridge he could imagine linking his mind with Nana's.

Images of what she was feeling flooded his mind.

Excitement, at being alive again after all these years.

Grief, at some loss that still weighed on her, even now, and at her own death.

Hope, because she was here, and maybe she could meet Toshi again, and get to know Izuku.

Speaking of him, she seemed to be thinking of him a lot, wasn't she?

He looked closer, and the bridge collapsed as he saw what she was thinking.

Apparently, Nana had some very explicit ideas of how she wanted to get to know him.

"Uhh…" Izuku started to say, realizing that he'd just been staring into a naked girl's eyes as she lay on him, and also that that naked girl had been fantasizing about him while he'd been doing it.

Nana smirked. "See something you like in there, Izuku?" she teased, trailing a finger up his chest.

Izuku thought his brain was going to break.

He said, "Maybe we should, you know, go figure out what we're going to do now? Because…I think people are going to freak out a little, seeing you. We should find All Might-Toshinori, sorry-and explain as best we can."

Nana pouted, and replied, "But I wanna stay in bed, Izu-ku. Maybe...enjoy ourselves a little."

The damn smirk was back, and she was working her hand up his pectoral muscle, her soft skin against his fueling the erection he knew he had.

Then, Izuku said, "Um, I still don't know why you're like this, but, uh, I did just kind of meet you...five minutes ago? I'm sorry, but we really do need to figure this out. I...can I at least get to know you first?"

Nana pouted again, but nodded, "Yeah, sorry, having hormones again is kind of throwing me off," she said, "let's go find Toshi."

With that, she hopped up off of him, and Izuku groaned again as he watched her get out of bed.

Even with his request, she wasn't making it easy on him, her naked body on full display.

And what a body. Nana was decently tall, coming up to about Izuku's chin, which a lot of people didn't even do nowadays. Her body was lithe and muscular, with buff arms and a strong core.

And her legs and thighs were solid, her curves generous and perfect.

She was exactly Izuku's type, and it was driving him mad.

Then, she turned around and looked at him sheepishly.

"Uh, Izuku?" Nana asked, "what am I going to wear?"

Izuku paused; he hadn't thought of that.

"Fuck," he said simply.

"Fuck," she agreed.