If he's anything like me - BakuDeku

Poster Boy

Izuku sat in his room, staring at the ridiculous decorations covering every inch of the place. He almost threw up as he entered, seeing some random man's face plastered up everywhere it could fit. Posters, plushies, blankets, pillows, even the goddamn rug. The words "Plus Ultra!" accompanied the yellow, blue, and red theme, and after looking it up on Google, Izuku learned that this man's name was All Might. He was the number one pro hero in Japan for the past two decades.

Izuku's first thought was that the man had to be unbelievably old. What kind of pro hero kept working after turning forty? The whole point was to put your life on the line for the public's safety and in exchange, you got to retire early with money and fame. This guy must've been the biggest narcissist to want to stay in the spotlight all this time when he could be on his own private island or something.

And clearly, the version of Izuku that lived here was falling for it big time.

"Symbol of Peace?" Izuku scoffed, ripping down one of the pictures and crumbling it into a ball. "Give me a fucking break." He shot it into the All Might themed trash can in the corner.

This had been the deciding factor: there's no way this was just a bad nightmare. Izuku had somehow gotten transported to another reality. One where Katsuki was a fucking asshole, and Izuku was a total pushover.

Usually, when Izuku was bored, he'd call up Katsuki and they'd play Mario Kart until their parents told them to eat something or go to sleep. Now, in this strange new reality, Izuku literally had nothing to do. This version of him apparently had no friends, which was pathetic, and no good books.

Where there wasn't All Might merch on his shelves, there were notebooks. Sighing, Izuku decided to flip through the pages.

It caught him a little off guard that all the writing was in Izuku's handwriting. In his own notebooks back in his reality, Katsuki usually did the sketches and occasionally jotted down some notes. Then Izuku would go in and be more thorough and fill in important information that Katuski missed. Here, well... It was just Izuku. All of it.

It was impressive, but the boy must be so lonely. Izuku couldn't remember a time when his Katsuki wasn't by his side, whether it was playing video games, beating up bullies, getting caught sneaking out together, or even attending anti-quirkism protests. This Izuku just had himself.

And this creepy "All Might" guy which, he had to admit, was making him pretty sick to his stomach as he continued to read.

As Izuku flipped through the journals, he stumbled across quite a few paragraphs describing brutal torture methods this reality Izuku wanted to try on Katsuki.

"Okay," Izuku laughed nervously, "maybe he's not a total pushover."

A knock on his bedroom door snapped Izuku out of his thoughts. "Izuku, honey?" Inko said, slowly pushing the door open. She offered a gentle, weary smile. She didn't comment on the bruises scattered over her son's freckled face. "Are you alright? You've been cooped up in your room since you got home from school."

Izuku snickered. "Besides the ass beating I got, yeah, I'm good."

Inko's shock was written across her face. Apparently this version didn't curse. Whoops. Originally, Izuku didn't, either, but he could only hang around Katsuki for so long before the bad words weaseled their way into his vocabulary.

"I'm sorry," Izuku said. "I'm just a bit stressed. Don't worry, mom. Everything is fine."

Inko pursed her lips into a frown, her eyebrows sinking as her mind raced. "If you say so. Just know I'm always here for you if you want to talk."

"Right. Uh, yeah," Izuku said a little too awkwardly. "That's cool, I guess. Thanks."

Inko gave him a strange look before slowly leaving, closing the door behind her. When her footsteps died down, Izuku jumped up and locked the door. He sat back down at the desk, and suddenly his phone buzzed in his back pocket.