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When the incident took place no one noticed. The moment it happened, the moment an older -eighteen -year-old Midoriya appeared in the class one-A classroom nothing changed; there was no boom, no puff, no mist nor explosion that would indicate anything happened at that moment.
Even the eighteen-year-old Midoriya who was sitting in his youngers seat didn’t notice. no, no one noticed until a slightly deeper voice, a voice they know, a voice the one-A kids barley can put a person behind speaks up and asks “Hitoshi, if you initiate a kiss and I respond can you take control of me? I mean, that would be me actually answering- oh, I guess that’s not really a question on your part, hm” and then the third year student went back to writing something in that ever present notebook of his.
This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the classroom; all other one-A students looked up and towards the owner of the voice, then going stock still at a face they remember but has changed so much. Their teacher instantly opened his eyes from his positions on the floor in his ever so famous yellow sleeping bag.
Mister Aizawa then proceeded to get out of his sleeping bag and stand up, head turned towards Midoriya who still hasn’t noticed any changes in the atmosphere.
By then Aizawa was already next to the green haired students desk, looking down at him and trying to get his attention by not doing anything. Midoriya apparently noticed his teacher but only sighed and spoke up “I know Mister Aizawa. I’m sorry I woke you up, I’m going to be quieter from now on, promise”
All was said without the student looking up, he just continued what he was doing before.
“Midoriya” A single word from his teacher made him look up and then squint at his teacher. Everything was like normal, however, his teacher looks a bit… off. His scruff isn’t as apparent as he last remembered and his voice wasn’t as gruff either- at that moment Midoriya noticed what was off; Mister Aizawa still had both eyes. And upon looking down at his teachers legs he noticed that Mister AIazwa still had both legs.
Okay, something is wrong.
Izuku abruptly stood up and backed up further towards the windows, already in his fighting stance and expression monotone, not giving anything away. As he looked at his ‘teacher’ he noticed that he’s way taller, nice.
“What is this?” Izuku scoffed, just the other day he came back from internships where he fought a bunch of villains, he didn’t have the energy to fight someone imitating his teacher form back in first year.
He took a quick glance around the room and only then noticed that his classmates looked much younger; Kirishima looked way tinier, Kacchan had no scar going through his face, Shoto has shorter hair, Hitoshi doesn’t have his own capture weapon around his neck that he would constantly snuggle in and so on.
“Shit”
Afterwards the class exploded into questions, screams and curses -Hitoshi still being red from his theory a few minutes ago.
Why is this Izuku’s live? He thought he’d gone trough much already, even that villain three days ago was a- “Wait,” his voice cut through the chaos like a knife trough butter, the class was silent at his words and he continued, more to himself than them “I thought I’d been hit with something that day, must be a delayed reaction. I hope my counterpart is alright…”
A sharp gaze locked onto Aizawa and Izuku spoke “I need to go, -I mean we need to go to Nedzu, Mister Aizawa please message Mister Yamada, Toshinori and Midni-“ his tone took on one of pain, though he quickly hid it and continued “Miss Kayama to come to the office too. We need to discuss this as soon as possible” his expression left no room for argument and his teacher went off to text mentioned people, a sigh escaping the man.
The third year student turned to address his class, a small smile grazing his features as he looked at each of them with such care, eyes crinkling and nose becoming red “Shit-“ a sniff escaped him and he addressed the class, ignoring himself almost starting to cry “I- I missed this>>” just as his gaze reched his childhood best friend the tears started falling, although a sharp smile was still implanted on his face “Kacchan, you- you’re alright, fuck, I missed this”
Mentioned boy still scowled at the other, but his eyes clearly showed that he was worried. He didn’t back off though “Of course I’m alright, dipshit. Nothing can beat me!”
At that answer a chuckle escaped Izuku “You’re right, Kacchan, nothing can beat you”
The moment got cut off by Mister Aizawa, who said he’d done said things Izuku asked of him and they needed to go now. So, with a goodbye Izuku stood and went towards the door. The third year stopped just as he was about to walk out and looked back one last time, taking in his friends before the war, and then his eyes landed on his boyfriend, his face welcomed a sly smirk as he opened his mouth and asked “Wanna test that theory later, Hitoshi?”
And with that Izuku and Mister Aizawa left.
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Okay, Shouta is way underpaid. To some point he could understand the villain attacks (not completely) but a time travel quirk that just had to bring problem child into the past? Now that is way out of paycheck.
It was much obvious that it either was a time travel quirk or one that made a person older, however, by how Midoriya said some things it’s clear that it has something to do with time travel.
And Shouta for sure wouldn’t touch that theme alone with a ten meter stick. No, he at least needs Nedzu for the rationality and Yagi for his amusement, Shouta would be delighted at seeing the man suffer even the slightest bit.
As they approached the door both didn’t even knock, which was normal for Shouta s he knew the rats tricks but weird for Midoriya, was he somewhen at the principals office- of course he was, or at least he had to with how much older he looks.
Not that it matters. Both of them went inside as soon as the door was fully open. Inside the office the colleagues Midoriya asked for were already assembled; Hizashi and Nemuri talking with each other while Yagi looked nervous being near the principal.
“Oh my, this indeed is a cause for a meeting!”