The world shimmered.

One moment, you were mid-battle—dodging debris, heart pounding, the villain’s quirk flaring like a pulse of light. The next, everything blurred. The air twisted. And then… silence.

When you opened your eyes, the battlefield was gone.

You stood on a quiet street, the pavement warm beneath your feet, the sky a soft shade of blue. The buildings looked familiar—but older. The signs, the cars, the fashion of the people passing by… something was off.

You walked slowly, scanning your surroundings, trying to piece together the year. No tech panels. No hero drones. No UA security barriers. Just a normal city block, humming with life.

Then you heard it.

A commotion up ahead.

A crowd had gathered at the corner, murmuring and pointing toward a clash unfolding in the distance—a hero battling a villain, their quirks lighting up the street like fireworks. You instinctively stepped forward, ready to help.

But then you saw him.

And everything stopped.

Izuku.

You froze.

He was younger—noticeably shorter, his curls messier, his face rounder with youth. He wore a high school uniform, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and his eyes… his eyes were wide with wonder. He wasn’t fighting. He wasn’t analyzing. He was just watching, breathless, like a child seeing a dream come to life.

You knew that look.

It was the look he had before everything changed.

Before One For All.

Before UA.

Before he became the hero the world would one day rely on.

You stepped back, heart racing. You hadn’t just been displaced. You’d been sent to the past.

And now, standing in the shadow of a younger Izuku Midoriya, you realized something else:

You were witnessing the moment that shaped him.

The moment that made him believe.

And somehow, you were part of it now.