Intertwined || BNHA Timetravel

Prologue

imagine not writing for literally like half a year and then suddenly appearing with a new story

could(nt) be me

hm yeah sorry about this, though; i'll eventually figure trash out but for now here's what we got because i literally haven't written any of my other stories in so long idek what's happening in them

also, this is just the prologue... that's why it's so short

sidenote:

banjo and shinomori are OFA users,,

merry egg

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"This is insane," Izuku said, pacing back and forth within his mindscape.

Banjo rolled his eyes, waving the man off. "Well it's not like we really have any other choice, kid."

"Still!" the green-haired man stressed, revisiting his old habit of chewing on his nail. "What if something goes wrong?"

"He's right, you know," Nana mentioned, giving him a bittersweet smile. "The world's already - pardon my french - gone to shit, so we're kind of out of options."

Izuku frowned, but paused nonetheless. "Yeah, I know. You're right. You all are. It's just..."

"Hey," Yagi soothed, offering up the smile that always warmed Izuku's heart, "I know you're probably worried about what you'll see, but you can get through it, my boy. Hell," he chuckled, "If this works, you can make sure none of this happens in the first place. You can be even greater than the world's greatest hero."

"Hey hey," Nana sighed, "Don't go making him be all self-sacrificial again. We already have too many of those kinds here."

"And you're one of them," En offered, earning himself an annoyed glare.

Suddenly, Shinomori stiffened, catching everyone's attention. "You're gonna have to decide soon. Shigaraki's almost here."

Izuku chewed the inside of his cheek, mind racing. He would be idiotic to pass this opportunity up. Not only could he save all of his friends, but he could save the whole damn world if he made this choice.

He just... didn't want to screw it up.

With a final sigh, the man ran his fingers through his hair and glanced over the crowd of past One for All users. "Alright. Let's do this."

"Finally!" Banjo groaned, "I was beginning to think you'd never make a choice!"

Izuku smiled sheepishly before turning towards the first, eyeing him warily. The man offered a small, kind smile and nodded.

"Good luck."

The green-haired man took in a deep breath, feeling himself return to his physical form. His eyes were alert, and One for All began to course rapidly through his veins. 

He gritted his teeth, feeling as if thousands of fire ants were crawling underneath his skin, but he refused to make any sounds that suggested he was in pain.

Izuku's form began to glow, a beacon of light shooting into the sky from where he was positioned. He withstood the burning hot flames that seemed to lick at his very core, heaving out heavy breaths but not making any attempt to slow them or his rapid heartbeat.

Suddenly, a crash sounded from the front door of the building, drawing Izuku's attention. His fists instinctively clenched, but he didn't move a muscle, even as Shigaraki sent everything he walked past flying - only for them to crumble into dust milliseconds later.

"Give me One for All, damn brat," he snarled, rushing towards the green-haired man.

Izuku simply smiled, feeling as if his soul was losing its grip on his body. "No thanks."

His form rapidly faded away, which clearly grabbed Shigaraki's attention, as the man practically threw himself across the room to meet Izuku, hand outstretched as far as it could go.

Just as his fingertips were about to brush his nose, however, the man disappeared, finding himself flickering in between a beam of light and the void, simply clenching his fist at the last look he had gotten of Shigaraki.

Of him being angry and in pain.

"Oh and," Banjo mentioned at the last moment, "Sorry if anything gets fucked up. We've never done this before. Have fuuuuun!"

Before the man could even do a double take, he had already found himself on a cold, concrete floor with a killer headache and the urge to immediately pass out.

However, after getting ahold of himself, he swallowed back the bile that had risen in his throat - god, he was nauseous - and stabilized himself against the wall with a sigh, only to notice something... odd.

He felt much... taller than he was used to. His nose scrunched, and a frown flitted across his lips. He had never been this tall - even as an adult.

Inwardly cursing the half-assery of the other users, Izuku shook his head and attempted to look around for a mirror, only to come up short. However, he was able to clear off a dirty window and at least slightly peer to view his form, only for his blood to run cold.

"This can't be right," he whispered to himself, reaching up to touch his face.

Instead of his rosy skin, it was pale and cracking.

Instead of his bright, green eyes, they were narrow and red.

Instead of his green mop of hair, it was shaggy and blue.

Instead of his short, teenage form, he was nearly an adult.

Instead of Izuku Midoriya, he was Tomura Shigaraki.

"Fuck."

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that's gonna be a yikes from me dawg

merry egg n

thanks for reading <3 

(or not idk what yer doin with yer life)