The Quirked and the Quirkless (MHA)

Intimidating

Tomorrow. Tomorrow was today now. Katsuki wouldn’t stop asking, and the pressure is getting unreal — especially when Izuku has other people to worry about, like whoever the fuck is Midorikumo. “What about Azuku do you want to know?”

“Where the fuck did he come from? I’m not buying this ‘separated twin’ shit,” Katsuki stated, rather bluntly, actually.

Izuku shifted his weight from leg to leg, “We’ll have to talk about this fully at home,” He said. They were currently out — at the café on Fricker Street, where Himiko and Azuku had visited earlier. Well, where he sent them off to, anyways. He had been planning to use the café’s wi-fi to learn to hack, but his plans quickly went south when Katsuki came in — asking about something Izuku didn’t want to tell.

“No,” Katsuki looked somewhat annoyed. He took out a chair and took a seat, gesturing to Izuku to take a seat next to him. “You’re going to ignore it again. I’ve had enough of your motherfucking antics.”

Izuku sighed, resigning to his fate as he took a seat next to Katsuki. “You want to know where he came from? This is gonna be a long story.”

Katsuki glanced at his phone, and grinned, “Good thing I reserved all day for this then.”

Fuck, there was no way out of this. “Whatever I say, you have to believe me.”

Katsuki looked confused, “Are you about to sprout some bullshit right now?”

“No, Kacchan, I’m serious,” Izuku frowned, “It’s going to sound unbelievable. Unbelievably stupid, actually, but you have to believe everything I say.”

Katsuki raised a brow, “Do you have any way to prove whatever you’re going to say?”

“I will, give me a few days,” Izuku said, “But you haven’t even agreed to the terms.”

“‘I have to believe everything you say,’ blah, blah, blah, I get it.”

Izuku took a deep breath, “I’m not Izuku.”

“What? Did you and Azuku switch places?”

“No, I’m—” He ran his fingers through his head, or attempted to. His curly hair actually wouldn’t let it pass. “I’m not your Izuku, of this world, anyways.” That part was said a bit quieter, it was confidential information, anyways. “And I have no idea how I came here. Just that I have to get back.”

“What the fuck.”

“And Azuku’s your Izuku,” He said, “And I have… a few concerns about him.”

“What the fuck, genuinely,” Katsuki said, “Out of everything… I did not expect this.”

Izuku laughed dryly, “Didn’t expect it either but here we are. Analyze, Adapt, Overcome, Plus Ultra. Now you know the information, what will you do with it?”

“Try to process it because what the fuck, Izuku.”

Izuku merely shoved his head between his hands, tired. “I know. I know it seems, ‘out of this world.’”

“Did you just make a fucking pun?”

Izuku dropped his hands, grinning, “Yeah, and?”

Katsuki only sighed, “Okay… regardless of how fucked up this seems. I’ll believe you. Everything’s suddenly making sense, anyways.”

“Okay, but I’m not done explaining.” Izuku said, “We have to get to my house, yeah? It’ll be safer to say stuff over there.”

~~~