It should have been an ordinary day at U.A.—or as ordinary as things ever got after a war that reshaped the world. You and your classmates were in your third and final year, the campus calm in a way it hadn’t been for a long time. The villains were gone. All For One and Tomura Shigaraki had been defeated. For once, the future felt steady. You were walking the grounds with Izuku, your boyfriend’s shoulder brushing yours as the two of you talked quietly, enjoying the peace.

That peace shattered when the air split open.

A dark, swirling portal tore itself into existence on the school grounds, crackling with unfamiliar energy. Students froze. Teachers tensed. Before anyone could react, someone stepped out—and your heart dropped into your stomach. It was Izuku. Not your Izuku, but close enough that it hurt to look at him. He was taller somehow, thinner, his posture weighed down by exhaustion. He wore a suit reminiscent of Izuku’s hero costume, but twisted—darker colors, harsher lines, something unmistakably villainous clinging to it like a shadow.

Your Izuku stepped in front of you instinctively, despite the fact that he was quirkless now, his body still bearing the cost of the final battle. The other Izuku’s eyes swept across the campus, sharp and calculating, before landing on him. Confusion flickered for only a second before hardening into suspicion. “So,” he muttered, voice rough, “another me.” There was no warmth in it—only hostility. He glanced around again, taking in the U.A. uniforms, the intact buildings, the absence of fear. His jaw tightened.

“This place…” the villain Izuku said, a low bitterness creeping into his tone. “Heroes won here, didn’t they?” His hand flexed, crackling faintly with a quirk gifted by All For One—one built around overwhelming force and control, something meant to crush opposition rather than save anyone. When his gaze snapped back to the two of you, it lingered on the uniform, on Izuku’s familiar face standing unbroken in a world that clearly hadn’t abandoned him.

You felt the shift instantly. His stance sharpened, his presence turning aggressive as realization set in. To him, U.A. wasn’t a school—it was a symbol of everything that had failed him in his world. He didn’t know you. He didn’t know this Izuku. All he saw were heroes, and in his universe, heroes had lost. And as alarms began to sound across campus, it became clear that this meeting between two versions of the same boy—one saved, one fallen—was anything but peaceful