Stranded Beyond Worlds

Isolated Ties

The battle had been intense—blasts of quirks, flames, and chaos everywhere. But none of them expected the sky to tear open, nor the strange, blinding light that followed. When it was over, the battlefield was gone. Izuku Midoriya blinked, groggy and confused, staring at the clear blue sky overhead. Sand stuck to his face as he tried to make sense of where he was.

He sat up quickly, eyes darting around. He wasn't on the battlefield anymore. This wasn't Japan. Instead, an endless expanse of beach and thick, foreign jungle loomed around him. There were no familiar sounds of the city, no signs of civilization.

Then he heard a groan.

Turning his head, Izuku froze as he saw a figure just a few feet away. Dabi, the infamous villain, was slowly pushing himself up from the sand, flames flickering across his scarred arms.

"Of all people..." Izuku whispered, instinctively tensing, preparing for a fight.

"Trust me, kid, I don't want to be here any more than you do," Dabi grunted, shaking off the disorientation.

Before Izuku could respond, a soft giggle echoed from behind him. He spun around to see Toga lounging on the sand, casually twirling a blade between her fingers. Her smile was wide, eyes glinting with amusement. "Isn't this fun, Izuku? We're all alone together... just us villains and you."

Izuku's heart raced. His mind was scrambling, trying to figure out how to handle not just one, but three dangerous villains.

"Deku."

The voice was cold, unmistakable. Shigaraki emerged from the treeline, scratching his neck, his usual annoyed grimace deepening. "What the hell is this place?"

Izuku's blood ran cold as he realized the situation was far worse than he'd initially thought. No allies, no heroes in sight—just the League of Villains' leader, his two most dangerous lieutenants, and him. How had they all ended up here together?

"We... we need to figure out where we are," Izuku said, standing slowly. His mind raced through survival tactics, possible ways to escape, to find help.

Dabi snorted. "Oh, so we're teaming up now, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Toga sprang to her feet, twirling toward Izuku. "Don't be like that, Dabi! It could be fun!" She grinned, but there was something unsettling in her gaze, a hunger that made Izuku shift uncomfortably. "Besides, we have to stick together now, right?"

Shigaraki sighed deeply, glaring at the sea. "We don't have a choice. We figure out how to survive here, and if you get in my way, Deku, you'll die. Got it?"

Izuku clenched his fists. "I'm not going to let you hurt anyone here... but I don't want to die either. We need to focus on surviving first."

As the hours passed, the group began to explore the island. The tension between them never eased—Izuku remained on edge, knowing any wrong move could lead to a deadly confrontation. The island was strange, filled with unfamiliar plants and strange, animal-like creatures they had never seen before.

Days turned into nights, and survival became the primary focus. Despite their initial hostility, they were forced to share food and resources, working together more often than not. Toga was surprisingly adept at catching fish from the shallow waters, while Dabi used his flames to create a fire to keep them warm at night.

Izuku and Shigaraki clashed often, their worldviews completely incompatible, but it became clear that neither could afford to eliminate the other—not if they wanted to stay alive.

One night, as the fire crackled softly and the waves gently lapped at the shore, Izuku sat away from the group, staring at the stars. The reality of their situation was sinking in. Were they ever going to get home?

Toga sidled up beside him, sitting cross-legged. "You seem sad, Izuku. I wonder if you'd still be so sad if you were like me."

Izuku looked at her warily. "What do you mean?"

She grinned, leaning in closer, her voice a teasing whisper. "Maybe if you stopped caring about everyone else... you'd be happier. You could let go of all that stress."

He shook his head. "I care because I want to protect people. I could never be like you."

Toga pouted but didn't push further. "Maybe you'll change your mind."

From the edge of the camp, Dabi watched them with narrowed eyes, clearly uninterested in the conversation, while Shigaraki remained aloof, muttering under his breath as he gazed out at the endless horizon.

But as the days turned into weeks, a fragile truce began to form. They weren't friends—far from it—but they were no longer enemies in the same way they had been before. The island, its isolation, and the constant struggle for survival forced them to see each other differently.

"I don't like it," Shigaraki muttered one evening, kicking sand into the fire as the stars shone above. "Depending on a hero..."

Izuku glanced at him but didn't argue. He understood. He didn't like relying on villains either. But as much as they hated to admit it, they were stuck together. And in this strange world, they were all they had.

With no immediate escape, the group would have to navigate not just the dangers of the island, but the fragile and volatile alliances forming between them. How long could they survive like this? And when—or if—they found a way back, would they return to being the enemies they once were? Or had this island changed them forever?

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To be continued...