When Three Worlds Meet - A FavreMySabre - MHA Crossover

When Realities Clash (Chapter 1)

Izuku was minding his own business, walking along on a concrete sidewalk in a shopping district.

Then it happened.

Lightning began striking from some unknown location in the sky, despite no visible villain and not a cloud in the sky...

Izuku ran to the right, out of the way of the continuous zaps of lightning. Glancing quickly around, he saw other people steer clear and nobody was hit.

Izuku considered running. But he was fascinated by the strange electric bolts, it wasn't like any normal lightning he'd ever seen..

Then things stepped out of thin air, out of the lightning...

They were strangely colorful creatures, most had vibrant colors. That little detail reminded him of Mina.

But they had odd clothing, nothing like U.A.'s uniforms or even the hero outfits. They looked as if they stepped right out of a fantasy world.
There was maybe a dozen of these odd people by a man in a chicken suit. Why was he dressed like a chicken? There were so many questions going through the boy's head.

Then he saw a second group behind the one with the chicken guy. They looked a little more...human? But they had very similar appearances to the ones closest to Izuku.
But the first group didn't see the second group, which had bunched up on the opposite end of the platform. The second group looked more pastel, yet...similar, in some ways.

As if... they were two different kinds of the same creatures.

Izuku had quickly jotted down the thought, and went to get a bit closer to the strangers in hopes of catching some bits of conversation.

He could hear the man in the chicken clothing questioning where they were, and how.
'So they didn't mean to come here?' Izuku thought and muttered quietly, 'Were they not familiar with Japan? Why did these people seem to follow the chicken man? They had rather powerful auras, extremely powerful auras at that. So why did they seem to see the man as the leader? He didn't seem particularly strong...but then again, he may wear what he wears because others underestimate him...wait what if they're faking confusion and know I'm here?!'

On that note, the boy moves a bit farther away from the strangers.

=[back to your regularly scheduled Steve Saga]=

"S-Sabre?" Galaxy Steve said, shifting his purple hair to hide the closed third eye on his forehead, "Who-who's those Steves over there?" Galaxy pointed behind his friend, on the opposite side of the little area the crowd had gathered around.

"Huh..?" The blindfolded man turned around, and saw them.

Steves, but he didn't know them..they had paler, lighter skin. There looked to be a Light Steve there, but he looked more like a general than the soft-spoken Light he knew. And there was no such thing as an Orange Steve, right...?

There was maybe between half a dozen and a dozen various Steves, they mostly were base colors. But they looked very different from the Steve Saga's Steves..

But why did Sabre recognize the orange one? Why did he feel so...regretful but sad and happy too? He found his feet moving without his consent, like something within him wanted to meet them..

As soon as the young man had reached the center of the platform upon which both groups of Steves stood, the orange one ran towards him. "Sabre?!" a male's voice rang out, the person's tan painter's apron smacking against his running legs.

Sabre felt an odd feeling overtake him.

He glitched as a strange black and gray effect took over him.